So I wake up in the morning from in my host parents house, still having thoughts of missed friends in Norway. I put on my clothes, brush my hair, brush my teeth, floss, east breakfast, and catch the bus so I can attend school for the day. Starts out great, Samantha (Girlfriend) greets me with her camera, and this slightly embarrassing, which she calls cute of a photo.
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I attend my first hour, Art. Mrs. Williams a nice old lady explains to us in English our assignment, and what we need for it. I have no trouble understanding her, but my thoughts still being processed in Norwegian still messes with my from time to time. We are finding an image on the internet in black and white, and using graphite pencils to sketch them. I hop on the internet, and shortly after the bell for the end of class rings, how quick! I stroll down the hall, bypassing my friends Chandler and Ivan who I start talking to, after a brief conversation and joke makings toward one another, I approach the door to my World History classroom. I sit in the classroom, bored but listening to the un-influential knowledge which was being sewn into my memory. Finally the second hour bell rings and I race to my third hour, English... We are discussing the holocaust and reading the book 'Night' with connections, by Elie Wiesel. We are doing a project over writing a ten line poem and sending it off to the holocaust memorial somewhere to the east of here. The bell rings and boredom is cured as I attend DJ Master Max's (Mr. McGuirk) Business and Computer Applications class. Here I quickly rush through the assignment on the board, too simple for anyone to not comprehend. After the assignment I hop on one of the few open game sites that are unblocked by the schools filter systems. My favorite games on their (Outdated somewhat) are plazma burst 2, and crush the castle, the only close to up to date games, and their is feudalism which I find fun on some days, and a bore on others. After my sweet, but quick fourth period I head to lunch. The typically unhealthy cheeseburger sits in its metal container, waiting for the omnivores to choose it as its next meal. I pick a health salad and continue on down the line.
After chowing down on some over-ranched salad and a bread stick, I head to my fifth period... Geometry. Easy enough, I have a solid A in the class. The assignment being only eight problems, I glided through it with ease and turned it in early, extra credit! Sixth hour is my current events, problems with Israel, meningitis outbreaks, ambassadors killed, and a teacher with balding issues who frequently digresses off topic, plunging us into further chaos. Slowly the class crawls by, and I managed to survive. Seventh period rolls on in, biology. We were doing a lab over types of carbohydrates, like monosaccharides, disaccharides, and other types. We used tested tubes and hot plated to warm up the substances, benedicts something and iodine was used on certain things, and then tested to be positive or negative, I don't know really... The bell rings and we races out of the classroom, as always my sweet lady Samantha is there outside the door awaiting her heroes rescue! We walk down the hallway approaching the school doors, I hug her, give her a kiss, and approach my bus where I return home until tomorrow...
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I attend my first hour, Art. Mrs. Williams a nice old lady explains to us in English our assignment, and what we need for it. I have no trouble understanding her, but my thoughts still being processed in Norwegian still messes with my from time to time. We are finding an image on the internet in black and white, and using graphite pencils to sketch them. I hop on the internet, and shortly after the bell for the end of class rings, how quick! I stroll down the hall, bypassing my friends Chandler and Ivan who I start talking to, after a brief conversation and joke makings toward one another, I approach the door to my World History classroom. I sit in the classroom, bored but listening to the un-influential knowledge which was being sewn into my memory. Finally the second hour bell rings and I race to my third hour, English... We are discussing the holocaust and reading the book 'Night' with connections, by Elie Wiesel. We are doing a project over writing a ten line poem and sending it off to the holocaust memorial somewhere to the east of here. The bell rings and boredom is cured as I attend DJ Master Max's (Mr. McGuirk) Business and Computer Applications class. Here I quickly rush through the assignment on the board, too simple for anyone to not comprehend. After the assignment I hop on one of the few open game sites that are unblocked by the schools filter systems. My favorite games on their (Outdated somewhat) are plazma burst 2, and crush the castle, the only close to up to date games, and their is feudalism which I find fun on some days, and a bore on others. After my sweet, but quick fourth period I head to lunch. The typically unhealthy cheeseburger sits in its metal container, waiting for the omnivores to choose it as its next meal. I pick a health salad and continue on down the line.
After chowing down on some over-ranched salad and a bread stick, I head to my fifth period... Geometry. Easy enough, I have a solid A in the class. The assignment being only eight problems, I glided through it with ease and turned it in early, extra credit! Sixth hour is my current events, problems with Israel, meningitis outbreaks, ambassadors killed, and a teacher with balding issues who frequently digresses off topic, plunging us into further chaos. Slowly the class crawls by, and I managed to survive. Seventh period rolls on in, biology. We were doing a lab over types of carbohydrates, like monosaccharides, disaccharides, and other types. We used tested tubes and hot plated to warm up the substances, benedicts something and iodine was used on certain things, and then tested to be positive or negative, I don't know really... The bell rings and we races out of the classroom, as always my sweet lady Samantha is there outside the door awaiting her heroes rescue! We walk down the hallway approaching the school doors, I hug her, give her a kiss, and approach my bus where I return home until tomorrow...