22 posts tagged “school”
Well, I've graduated. One Act Play ended up going great, since we advanced to area, and I'm finally free from the Valley.
I also would like to tell my reader that I've moved my blog some time ago to zachpeterson.net, and I won't be making many new posts here. Probably none. So, with that said, I'll see you at the new site.
The final semester of my free education is well underway. It's starting to get to the point that I really just want to get out of this damn Valley. I've been stuck in the Valley for all of my life, and now it's my time to climb out and experience life. Even though I can't wait for that fateful day to come, I'm also scared to death of it. It's going to be weird; not getting the chance to see my parents every day, to have to actually live my own life. I may be sounding stupid right about now, but it's really a weird feeling. It's kind of a good feeling, though.
I might be getting a new part-time job this week. I interviewed for it two weeks ago and the boss-man finally called me back last Friday. I called him back and had to leave a message, so I'm not sure if it was a "you can start tomorrow" call or a "Dear Zach" call. If it's the latter, I guess I could always work at Staples.
Classes at the good 'ol NCTC have started back again. I'm taking Macroeconomics and Composition II this time around. You probably guess where I am if you read this blog somewhat frequently. I haven't been to the Jupiter House in a while, but now that I'm back I've forgotten how cool it was. I can't even write the simplest paper with one iota of creativity when I'm at home. I have to go somewhere that's open, fresh, and new. Somewhere that I don't have to keep up appearances. Somewhere I can let my brain go on any tirade I see fit. I really hope there's a place like this in Wichita Falls. Oh, I didn't tell you about that?
I've pretty much boiled my final college choices down to the University of North Texas or Midwestern State University. The front-runner at the moment is Midwestern, since they're cheaper and are pretty much equal with UNT in the Mass Communication field. I would love to be a news anchorman, a simple reporter, or maybe even a screenwriter. I've already written a pilot for a show I've came up with, but like all first drafts, it's shit. I'll fiddle with it some more.
Until next time, I'll be writing a literary analysis essay about some shitty story in my Lit book. Wish me luck.
Friday was a very interesting day, with Veteran's Day fast approaching. Let me tell you what I mean.
I make the announcements every morning at my high school. I try to make them a little interesting, inserting little jokes about that day's lunch, and doing it in a tasteful, yet funny way. Friday, one of the secretaries, who always applauds my daily performance, asked if I would to something a little extra funny today. I agreed, and I decided to do the entire announcements in my best poindexter voice, which many people later said sounded like the sloth from Ice Age. I started in my special voice, and I heard the halls fill with laughter from teachers and students alike. I knew I was on a roll. What happened next made a few teachers change their tune. Did I curse? Did I call one of the teacher's fat? No, what I did was so shocking, so offensive, so diabolical that it made some of the teachers that have liked me all throughout my high school career turn against me...
...I said the Pledge of Allegence.
I started with the United States pledge, and followed it with the absolutely useless Texas state pledge. Afterwards, the moment of silence came. As soon as I let off of the talk button, the complaints started rolling in.
Remember that Physics teacher I've told ya'll about in the past? Well, she was the first to complain.
"It's disrespecful!" she exclaimed. "My students were laughing during the pledge!"
The secretary apologized and said that it was her fault for asking me to do the voice, and I thought that was the end of it. Then, the main office telephone rang. It was Coach D, the man that I have written good things about on this blog before, accusing me of being disrespectful to the pledge of allegence. I continued the rest of the announcements in my poindexter voice, and left the office with several complements from my classmates. Later in the day, I went to Coach D's class for Government without any confrontation. After that, I heard from one of my classmates that another coach said that he was deeply offended, and would request that I be placed in In School Suspension. I was shocked that this little slip-up would cause such an issue. Right before school ends, the secretary sends a school-wide e-mail saying that it was not my fault, and that she is the one to blame. It didn't work for one stubborn coach.
After school, I was in the coache's lounge in the field house preparing my camera to film that nights football game. Coach D walks in, and give me a smartass remark I never expected.
"You know, trying to be funny during the pledge isn't a good thing."
It wasn't what he said, but the way he said it; like he was disgusted with me; that I was the scum of the earth and that I should be drawn and quartered. I apologized, but he just kept on walking towards the restroom. He went in, leaving me to simmer in my rage for a couple of minutes. I didn't mean to offend! I didn't know that you ingorant coaches would be so hell-bent on giving me a hard time! I'm just as patriotic as you are! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! These were just a few of the things I thought about saying to him, but once he exited the restroom, I politely told him to check his e-mail to clear things up. I haven't heard from him or anyone else since.
I guess I'm worrying about this too much. I know many of my teachers are on my side, and they all think that the ISS remark was way too harsh. The Ag teacher, a teacher at the Valley for more than 30 years and probably one of the most patriotic people in the school, cracked up with my announcements. It's just the few ignorant uber-conservative bigots in my school who are determined to give me hell and make me pay for my mistake.
If anyone from my school reads this, I want to tell them this. I sincerely did not mean to offend anyone or disrespect my country. I love my country, and I believe we live in the best country in the world. I respect the troops in Iraq, Afganistan and elsewhere, and I am counting the days until I can finally participate in elections. I love my country and the opprotunities it gives me. If anyone quesitons my patriotism and love for the United States of America, they need to talk to me face-to-face. I'll tell them exactly what I think.
Wow. I just keep neglecting this thing. As much as I love it, I've never gotten the opportunity to post in almost a month. With school, a new Wii, more college classes, and the adjustment to not having my old friends to greet me every day, I've been pretty busy.
Speaking of school, I was elected Student Council president, and I also have five out of seven classes with the same teacher. Cool, huh? Yup. It gets pretty boring by lunchtime.
I bought a Wii a couple weeks ago. It's been nothing but fun and delight coming from that thing. Especially with Metroid Prime 3. Mmmmmmm.
Well, gotta go. Have more Government crap to turn in.
It's here. The end of the last day of summer vacation. It's been a great one, and I'll will miss getting up late dearly. It's time to start my senior year at VVHS. I really don't care for the administration at my school, but I will miss it when I leave. I guess you could say the incompetence of our administration staff has inspired me to become an administrator myself! So I can fire all of 'em in 20 years. Most of them won't be there, but oh well.
I'm gonna go and clean out my backpack, which I haven't touched in three months.
About to head into my class for the last time today. I feel pretty confident about the final. I studied hard and finally got most of the world's countries engraved into my skull. Why we had to study them for Sociology I'll never know.
This will probably be the last week of work for me. I would like to have a couple of weeks of doing nothing before headed back to actual school. Man, it feels like I never left.
Well, I had what was probably the worst vacation trip of my 16 years of life yesterday. We (the parents and I) decided we'd go to good 'ol Commerce, Texas to take a look at Texas A&M Commerce, a place where I was considering to go. We arrived in Commerce, only to find out that it was the most boring, run down town you can imagine. The college? It was alright. It was just your average, old, rural university that has went through about 7,843 name changes in it's history. After we finished walking the campus, and recovering from our shock, we decided we weren't going to stay in a hotel in Commerce. due to the utter lack of things to do there. Then we started driving, and driving...and driving, with no objective whatsoever. We stopped at a convenience store in Greenville to regroup and to decide what in the hell we were actually going to do. We decided to head towards Dallas. We eventually found ourselves in the West End at the Sixth Floor museum. I had told my parents about it and how great it was, and they found it very informative, along with stirring up memories long buried in their minds.
We ended up having a pretty good time. We ate in Denton and then stopped at a hotel we frequent quite often. Ours.
Moving away from yesterday, I started a checking account for the first time last week, and should be getting my first debit card sometime in the next couple of days. I just hope I can keep money in it.
I have another week off this coming week, but I'll probably run off crying back to work in desperation and sheer boredom. Wish me luck...
Well, my first week of work hasn't been that bad. The new network engineer is starting this Monday, and I can't wait to meet him. Sure, the work I'm doing isn't really the most glamorous, and I really don't do much of anything on the technical side, but I'm learning a lot and having a pretty decent time doing it. I guess it's better when your dad is your boss, too.
My college class has been, to say the least, incredible. My professor is a short, balding, eccentric New Zealander who has a great sense of humor and makes very engaging conversation. I'm surprised I could get this great of an experience from a junior college. We always have great conversations that are never boring, and never condescending.
Anyhoo...I leave you all today with an amusing comic. Chuckle or die.
School's finally over. I checked in for the last time today. Now I'm officially a senior. It hasn't really sunk in yet, but it will with one shocking blow soon, I'm guessing.
Sitting here in Starbucks again, watching the Mercedes and Lexus pull in, and the Dodges and Chevys pass by. I never even knew that all of these rich bastards existed in Gainesville. My little Toyota pickup sticks out like a sore thumb.
My dad is probably out of the meeting by now. The meeting that decides whether I work at NW this summer or not. I'll call him for the verdict before long.
I was supposed to meet my friends at McDonald's about now where the senior class was to have their lunch after the graduation rehearsal. The decided to go to Miguelito's. In Sanger. Not in Gainesville. I'm in Gainesville. I'm low on gas. I'm not going.
Guess I'll go next door and get some lunch by myself, then.
Forgot you tell everyone yesterday that I got a brand new laptop laptop from the Dell Outlet. It's a shiny, new, plastic-smelling E1505 decked out to my heart's content. I love this thing to death, so watch for a picture soon.
The job hunt isn't getting much easier. My old boss' boss isn't wanting to hire me back unless my actual bosses give a damn good reason why. I'll give 'em a good reason why! The whole department will be waist deep in dog shit if they don't get any help over the summer, since they're doing a complete network overhaul. I was the most effective member of the team last year, so I don't see why he isn't keeling before me. But I digress...
If I don't get that job, I'll apply to more places and re-apply at a few as well. I'll get a job, whether I like it or not.
Only six actual school days left before I'm officially a senior. It's hard to believe, and I'll be out of this little podunk town before I know it. Sometimes, I wonder if I really hate this town as much as I say.
