https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?51428-High-School The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 13:54:39 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?51428-High-School https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6632-CLUE-Oct-22-08 Wed, 22 Oct 2008 21:31:08 GMT Well, today was a bit better than yesterday. My friend (I shall name him ragamuffin) ragamuffin paid me a buck 50 to up his grade 1 pt on homework,... Well, today was a bit better than yesterday. My friend (I shall name him ragamuffin) ragamuffin paid me a buck 50 to up his grade 1 pt on homework, so he got a 69(yes, very ironic) Thus providing me with lunch money for later. Mrs. S for warned me off my board-game project due in two days... It would probably be smart to start, don't you agree?

We went over our diagramming sentences test. I failed admirably. Half the class talked with Mrs. S over their SS, the other half(my half) will talk over it tomorrow. I think I found some accidentals she put in my paper, so it should be bumped up to a C from a lowest possible D.:D

Oh, Mrs. S is also selling me a mini-frig she has in her room for a measly $10.00 It works and everything. So, yay me etc. ]]> glory https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6632-CLUE-Oct-22-08 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6631-Baritone Wed, 22 Oct 2008 21:18:35 GMT All right, for those of you who don't know me(everyone) i'll go into a little detail of my band experience.

I started last year (8th grade) playing Trumpet. I quickly surpassed the rest of my group, and went on to play in our Honor Band and with the rest of my grade in our concerts.

So, this year, in our first semester(we have 6) I played 1st trumpet, 2nd chair(blasted seniors) Well, we have 10 trumpets(not including me) so we were just a little full(exaggeration) So, I talked it over with my mom, and learned that a one of the types of baritones had the exact fingerings as a trumpet! naturally, with a chance at a scholorship, of course I'm going to switch. Plus, the baritones we had now were, well... none of them had ever played, so they weren't getting any help.

So three weeks ago, I switched. It was hard at first, but after i managed the mouthpiece, I sounded heavenly. So, while getting just one hour a day to help teach my three fellow baritones, play, and learn better myself, i'm doing pretty well. Now, i'm not meaning to complain, but it's pretty hard trying to play loud enough for four, when you've been playing less that they have on that instrument.

Now, naturally, it would be wrong to ask for recognition, but sometimes a pat on the back, or a good job could go a long way. I even had to cut into my study and homework time these past few weeks just who help my fellow baritones, who seem to not get anything. I've sadly learned that osmosis does not work on human brains.

So, I'm doing pretty well, but everything is getting tougher and harder. Who would have thought high-school would be this stressful? ]]> glory https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6631-Baritone https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6620-Freinds-and-drugs-they-just-don-t-mix Wed, 22 Oct 2008 05:14:00 GMT Well, you all may not know me, and I don't have a pedastol on this forum, but I soon hope to be. the real reason i'm here in this blog is, well, I'm nervous, tired, upset, and aggravatingly paranoid. It all started last year, in Middle School.

So, just one random day, I'm walking to math, and my friend Michael comes up and asks if I've met the new kid, Ben.
"Nah, I've been in the library skipping all my classes working on the history project, why?" so now, as every one and anyone is, I'm interested in hearing this. So Michael says
"Dude, he gets free weed. From his dad!" he said, as if it were the best thing he'd ever heard. I stared at him dumbly until he mentioned smoking the weed.
"oh" I replied meekly, a little shaken and nervous.

Just a little background info before I continue. I've been hanging with Michael and a lot of his friends for the past 2 years, as I didn't really fit in with the popular kids, the skater's, the band guys, anything. I sort of just melted in with all of them. Michael and co. happened to fall into the skater, rocker catagory, so naturally they were excited about finally getting drugs into the school, and having access to them.

"So," Michael said casually " you gonna come with us to his house after school?" It's right across from my block"(we all lived decently close to each other) "Uh, sure." I stuttered. Yes, i stuttered, something I don't normally do. I'm usually a confident person, and the world before then had always seemed pg. Suddenly it switched as if everything they show in R movies is real, and I quickly found out it was.

After school, I met with Michael and Ben at Michael's bus stop. Ben had the look of a pot-head. Sunken eyes, long greasy hair, etc. So, Michael, Ben, Matt(Michael's right hand guy) and I walked to Ben's house, and I was nervous the whole way. We eventually got there, and when we walked into his house, I was about to lose it. You could already smell the weed. It was the most disgusting smell ever. It was like burnt rat droppings, anything you can incorporate into the feces catagory.

We walked up the stairs and into Ben's room, where his dad was sitting smoking a bong. he glanced up, offered it to Ben, who took it and dragged a long puff. I stood horrified, realizing that if I left now, they would no doubt come after me, as they wouldn't wan the cops to know. ben passed the bong to michael. Puff. Passed to Matt. Puff... passed to me. I stood there, my brain going into a nervous downspinning spiral. I just couldn't take it. I puffed. I caughed, i gagged, and burned my throat. I had never even smoked a ciggerete, less a bong.

they laughed. I wet my pants. I was that blasted scared. I wanted to leave, I wanted to get out of their. But fear had me planted. they took more puffs, and continuously re-lit the bong over and over, and passed it in a clockwise manner, always the people puffing. I eventually passed out, and woke over by a lake with Michael and Matt. Ben and his dad weren't around.

The next day, my brain was fizzed, I was off the hook, and things were still weird. it's as if the world was jacked up, and I was lost. Eventually, they dragged me into their blasted weed circle. Ben eventually moved when the cops caught his dad trying to buy from an undercover cop.

The next few days, I was hysterical. I couldn't get weed, and my mind was going crazy. I had stomach pains, migranes, etc. I didn't know what to do. Then I met my future girlfriend Jess. Jess was a pothead I happened to meet at the mall. Strange enough, she was 17 when I was only 14. She was into everything, and I was still the scared little boy I was the first day. Dhe eventually started me up again, promising the pain to ease, which it did after the first few days. We fell in love, but now I feel like a blasted fool for ever falling in love with her. Weeks, Months past. My mom knew nothing of it, neither did any of my other freinds.

Oh, I failed to mention I moved to another part of my city, and that's where I met Jess.

So then, she started pressuring me towards sex. There was no way I would do that. I broke off the relationship multiple times, but kept going back for the drug.

I don't know what I should do. I feel as if I'm killing myself, making myself depressed, and I can't post this anywhere else and feel comfortable with myself at all. I must be a blasted fool. ]]> glory https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6620-Freinds-and-drugs-they-just-don-t-mix https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6616-CLUE-today Tue, 21 Oct 2008 23:09:05 GMT Well, today I arrived nearly late to school, so I had to carry my baratone all around the school until third period band. Useless heavy luggage:sick:... Well, today I arrived nearly late to school, so I had to carry my baratone all around the school until third period band. Useless heavy luggage:sick:

Well, in CLUE today, I arrived in, behind in my reading of Great Expectations because of other work I've been focused on ib miscellaneous classes. A few days earlier I turned in a Short Story, and tosay we were all going to go over them with our teacher, I'll name her Mrs. S in my blog, as I don't care to get too personal. Mrs. S pulled me aside at the end of class, and congratulated me on my SS. She said she had enjoyed it heavily, and that it was the best and most creative one out of the entire 4 CLUE classes she teaches. Naturally I was ecstatic until she mentioned I made a 70 on it. I looked at her questioningly, and then she said that I don't pay attention to the directions well enough, and that that was the only thing holding me back. Strangely, I left upset but also delighted at the same time. I don't quite know how I should feel at the moment.:D:flare: ]]> glory https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?6616-CLUE-today