Review of Sophomore Year

How can you sum up a whole year of school in a few words. Well, this year I can manage it in only a few words: Could've been worse, but it could've been a whole lot better.

I think my Freshman year was a lot better, based on the amount of work, teachers, and relationships. Achedemically, I think my Sophomore year was better. I feel like the semester split the year into two different years, it seems like it was a year ago when I was in art, and 6th period lunch.

But oh, well, the year is almost over. And I really want to make this origami money stuff...

I Hope My Kids Will Be Different

I've seen what kids today are watching, and I can't say that I approve. The word "Pissed," isn't exactly a cuss word, but it's not like I want a six year old going around and saying it.

And sagging! Why?! It is the most ridiculous fad I've ever seen. I've already said that if my nephew even thinks about it, it'll be more embarrassing if I pants him than it will be if I just pull up his pants. Wear a belt! I mean come on, I don't really wanna see your boxers or your basketball shorts. I'm sure if some people actually looked up the way that sagging got started, some would be steered away from it. So, go look it up people!

My kids are going to be taught things like what a gun is and how to use one. That's sort of how I was brought up, and I know what a gun can do, and I never thought of even touching one unless my dad was around. These are the kind of things that parents are all shocked about. "You let your kid handle a gun!?" The answer to that is yes, but only to show them how to be safe around them. Kids are curious about things they don't know about, if they're introduced to something like that, then they know how to be safe.

I can't imagine letting my kids lay around playing video games all day. Facebooking every second of free time that they have. No. If I need to, I'll definitely kick their butts outside to get some exercise. I'll teach 'em how to throw a ball and I'll go to their games.

I just hope they'll be different. That they'll care about their grades, the lives of others, and their future. I hope, that one day, far, FAR, into the future when I have kids, they'll actually like me as much as a kid can like their mom, and I just hope their lives end up the way they wanted them to be.

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Good luck pronouncing that title. But whatever it is, that's how I feel. You'd think that as school comes closer to an end, that I would feel better, but I don't.


Mother's Day is Sunday, and I don't know what to get my mom. Not to mention that the report for this class is due the Tuesday we get back, and I won't be home all weekend. Woo. But anyways. I'm utterly bored, there really isn't a lot to talk about. I really didn't want to come to school today. I wanted to stay at home and lay in my nice, warm bed all day. But obviously since I'm writing this, I'm not at home.

I just want it to be summer already.