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Of course Ms F is completely cool and didn't mind that I didn't come in yesterday at all.
Of course.
So I asked her today after second period if I could come in after school to talk about my resume, and she was perfectly fine with it. So after French, I hurried to tell my brother that I needed to stay after, then rushed back over to the Business Dept. She was there waiting, of course, but someone else who I didn't expect was also there: Mr C.
Yikes.
They kind of grilled me about what I was doing next year. Apparently Mr C wants me in Web Design 2 with him and in Accounting with Ms F next year. (He says I'd be good in Accounting because I'm good with details, but I hate numbers. I would kill myself if I stared at them for more than the required one period per day.) I told them that I had been planning on doing Web D 2 and Graphic D 1 while I did IB Art after school as a seventh period in order to get the IB Diploma, but had recently changed my mind *cough since they told me about the internship cough* and decided that I was going to take IB Art during the day insteda of the Designs. They looked all disappointed, but then Ms F said, "You are going to join FBLA, though. Right?" At first it sounded like a command, which was both amusing and frightening at the same time. I said that I planned to.
I really felt like a puppet at that point. I mean, all semester (I hadn't known them before) they've been telling me that I should be in FBLA and that I should come to the activities to get to know the members. I mean, I know it would be good for me. It's just frustrating that I feel likethe main reason I am joining next year is because they keep "asking" me to. I hate that.
I know why they are doing it though. I have absolutely no initiative when it comes to clubs and after school things. If they didn't pressure me, I would stay far away from FBLA and every other club at school. Okay, that isn't true--there's no way in heck anyone can drag me away from French Club now. I can't wait until we make crepes for the Carnival next Friday or when we go ice skating next year and say, "I've fallen and I can't get up!" right and left.
Congratulations; you've been treated to an actual semi-unorganized thought process of moi. I just realized that normally when I write an entry, it turns out either like and essay, a story, or fragmented thoughts of a hyper person that are meant to amuse; however, this entry actually followed my thinking process as I rewound over those last scenes at school today.
I'm so proud.
Of course.
So I asked her today after second period if I could come in after school to talk about my resume, and she was perfectly fine with it. So after French, I hurried to tell my brother that I needed to stay after, then rushed back over to the Business Dept. She was there waiting, of course, but someone else who I didn't expect was also there: Mr C.
Yikes.
They kind of grilled me about what I was doing next year. Apparently Mr C wants me in Web Design 2 with him and in Accounting with Ms F next year. (He says I'd be good in Accounting because I'm good with details, but I hate numbers. I would kill myself if I stared at them for more than the required one period per day.) I told them that I had been planning on doing Web D 2 and Graphic D 1 while I did IB Art after school as a seventh period in order to get the IB Diploma, but had recently changed my mind *cough since they told me about the internship cough* and decided that I was going to take IB Art during the day insteda of the Designs. They looked all disappointed, but then Ms F said, "You are going to join FBLA, though. Right?" At first it sounded like a command, which was both amusing and frightening at the same time. I said that I planned to.
I really felt like a puppet at that point. I mean, all semester (I hadn't known them before) they've been telling me that I should be in FBLA and that I should come to the activities to get to know the members. I mean, I know it would be good for me. It's just frustrating that I feel likethe main reason I am joining next year is because they keep "asking" me to. I hate that.
I know why they are doing it though. I have absolutely no initiative when it comes to clubs and after school things. If they didn't pressure me, I would stay far away from FBLA and every other club at school. Okay, that isn't true--there's no way in heck anyone can drag me away from French Club now. I can't wait until we make crepes for the Carnival next Friday or when we go ice skating next year and say, "I've fallen and I can't get up!" right and left.
Congratulations; you've been treated to an actual semi-unorganized thought process of moi. I just realized that normally when I write an entry, it turns out either like and essay, a story, or fragmented thoughts of a hyper person that are meant to amuse; however, this entry actually followed my thinking process as I rewound over those last scenes at school today.
I'm so proud.
