"And finally, what state do you live in?"
"Denial."
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I woke up, seeing the clock before anything else. I went to bed really early, at like midnight. The previous few mornings, I trained myself to get up...at a good hour. I mean, there was Cedar Point, when I got up at 6:30am, and there was the next day when I got up around 10am (I don't remember why) and there was Tuesday, a work day, when I got up at 7:15am to take Mom to work and my mind's magic clock got me up again at 9:15am to go to work.
The trick, in this business, is to wake up earlier...not to go to bed earlier. No matter what, I won't make my bedtime (haha, like I have a bedtime *looks around nervously*).
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Before I get this entry started (or continue further), let me just say that Cedar Point was awesome. I mean, it's riding roller coasters, and the thrill is just...fun. While I was there, I wondered where the thrill comes from? Is it the visuals? The feeling in your stomach that my cousin calls "tummy tickles?" The feeling that we're about to die? It was a great feeling, except starting the day with "Raptor" maybe wasn't a good idea. Of course, the first drop was fun, and thrilling, the rest of it made my stomach turn in ways eating something gross would.
And then I got that feeling...the headache feeling. I didn't actually have a headache, but it was that feeling right before the headache comes.
But I think I can say I have ridden everything...except *sigh* The Top Thrill Dragster. The new ride, Max-Air and Demon Drop were two of the three I wanted to go on. But Dragster...oh I want it. At the end of the day, which wasn�t nearly the end of my day, we had had enough. The wait for Dragster was an hour and a half long and it didn�t seem like anyone was going anywhere. I was also feeling sick, and I think the girls were, too. Mary and Chelsey and I then went to The Outback Steakhouse where I got a bacon cheeseburger after falling asleep in the car.
I don�t think I�ll be going to Cedar Point again for a very long time. And if I do...here�s the deal...I�m going on Dragster. If, like, say, Brady asked me to go, and I know he doesn�t want to go on Dragster....I�d say �No thank you.�
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I stepped out of the car. Looked at the building. And walked right in. And didn�t look back.
Until now. But who cares. At the end of the day, Justin said to me �It hasn�t even felt like we were out of school.�
Damn was that a long ass weekend.
�Yeah, today lasted for EVER!�
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The new freshmen were asleep during my first hour, which is English 9. Haha, but seriously, I�m a Teacher�s Aid and am not a dumbass. I joined in the little activity, and watched and judged all the new freshmen. I heard that they�re sexually active. And one guy from last year�s senior class, who went to 7th grade camp a two years ago, said that they were always sneaking out to have sex with each other. Interesting. Bad.
I heard that after my hour with the new freshmen. Tomorrow I�ll look at them a whole new way.
So then I walked down to Video Production, meeting Justin on the way. The whole class, the same guy from last year talked the whole time. Quite entertaining, in a way, yet, frustrating. We didn�t have the new computers, and we didn�t want to sit through a long monologue like that. I was into it.
Still, with nothing in my hands except the new �planners,� I walked to my old track coach�s room. Math teachers, gotta hate them...but this guy, as a math teacher, is quite the nice guy! He cares. That�s all you gotta ask of a teacher. To care. I�m sure I will like him as much as my geometry teacher. Ray was an awesome teacher. Rassass wasn�t.
Lunch. Chelsey. Mary. �...and my head is huge� Jake. And Kelly. And...my poptart.
Sociology has a teacher that I have a bad feeling about. He seems like he doesn�t care, but almost that he does. Like, maybe he wants to, but doesn�t try to. Minus 3 points for every trip to the bathroom? Is class that important? I dunno about him. I just have a bad feeling. Maybe he doesn�t know what it�s like to have homework anymore, so he doesn�t care what we think about it.
English 12...is gonna be a problem. I�m sure of it. Mrs. Edd-Ship frightens me. She�s not only crazy, but also can�t stop smiling. She�s probably a great mom and a good teacher, but she�s never taught me anything in my 20th Century Film class. In that class, we�d watch movies and receive assignments to work on. Movies and homework.
And finally, Theater Production...or Drama. The class is huge. I�m excited/nervous. And I�m also nervous because I get nervous in front of big crowds. There�s always gonna be an embarrassing moment for me. I�m afraid. It didn�t happen today. It�s coming.
Not a positive entry. But today was only the first day. Goodbye vacation. I'll see you again, next year. If I live through this year.
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