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Hello fellow Internet Vagabond,

Today was significantly less hectic then yesterday, so much so there isn't really much to talk about. The day can be broken down into three parts;

* Spanish (AKA The Eternal Hell That is Miss V's Class)
* Lunch
* Groups

And that's what today's post is going to follow, no pop ups or surprises (unless I get bored.)
Let's dive in shall we?

California state collages require you to have three years of a foreign language to get into the school. Now this could be any language, like French., but Ipoly insists on having it be Spanish. Let me preface this to say I have nothing against people who can speak Spanish, in fact I'm a little jealous, but I hate learning this type of speaking. It is literally the most dull thing I do in my day, and that's while simultaneously disliking math. I have no interest in learning Spanish, nor do I have any want to learn Spanish, so taking this class is wasting an hour and twenty six minutes of my life.

Now that being said, I could handle taking a Spanish class, IF I had a good teacher. I don't happen to have a good teacher, Miss V is the whitest person they could find to teach Spanish class. She's from northern Texas, I would understand if she was close to where they spoke the dialect but she's not! And to top it all off she teaches through song. Not like taking a song from popular media and giving us the Spanish translation, and not actual Spanish songs. They are songs for kindergartners (nursery school for all my Europeans? I just Google'ed European kindergarten so bare with me.) that are supposed to teach basic Spanish phrases and do not accomplish that. Then after we hear a rousing round of "Como te llamas?" (if someone could tell me what that means I'd be in love, thanks.) we do vocab worksheets. Not from a book, and not guided. You pick eight Spanish words you "Don't know" and write them down. I usually put the same eight words and she doesn't notice. I can handle bad subjects (Hate math, love the challenge that it gives me.) but I cannot handle bad teachers.

Lunch at Ipoly is weird. (Okay everything at Ipoly is weird but this is cool weird.) We don't have a cafeteria. And before two years ago we didn't have a building (I say we like I was in "The Portables" which I wasn't but some of my graduated senior friends were and I shadowed in them three or four times so I understand what they talked about.) But because of our lack of caf and our closeness to a collage campus, we eat like collage students. As in Subway and Starbucks, or sushi and Taco Bell. Or if you're really broke there is Vista, a tiny 7/11-esque store run by a very scary man called Bob by most of the sophomores. And I just happened to go Up for lunch today.

Quick vocabulary lesson of my own;\
*Up is where Subway, sushi (which is called Kika), and poly fresh are (poly fresh is another mini mart thing)
*Up-Up is where Panda Express, Taco Bell, Carl's Jr, and Starbucks are.
*Buffet is a buffet
there's also a Denny's on campus but we only ever go there after school or during improve/drama practice, mainly because the line is so damn long during lunch.

Brooke walked me up, she had a sack lunch but alas I did not. I was planning to just get something from Vista (Though I sent Donovan up to Carl's to see if they were open spoiler : they weren't ) but the line was flooded with new freshmen. I finally understood why we were annoying to upper clansmen. Freshmen tend to huddle and spazz out and I can't say I didn't do that because I know I did. (God there were a lot of I's there) So to Up I went with Brooke in tow.

After the walk to Up (which isn't really that long but it was hot and my ankles hurt, don't judge me.) I squirmed through freshmen and senior alike to try and sneak into line to get some food before the lunch hour was over. I gave up on Kika's line and made my way to Poly Fresh the only place that ,no matter how busy it was, never got a line. Brooke and I quickly payed for my lunch and ate peacefully, until we almost left Up late.

Last of the day was getting groups. Sophomore year is divided into two semesters, and you get one group per semester. If you have a bad group, you will have to deal with them for half the year, which some alumni once told me was not fun at all. Lucky for me, my group isn't bad. In fact I'd even say it was pretty good (but that would jinx it so I'm not saying that at all.) Our first big sophomore project is The Olympics. Each house competes with six teams of six that each represent a different country. (My group got Greece) and the first component (Little bits and pieces that make up the whole project) is The Flag. But Greece's flag is pretty easy so!

I'm really looking forward to the remainder of the year, and I hope you are too.

The song of the day is Smooth Criminal by Michel Jackson (cover by Glee) it's good I swear.

As always,
Stay classy.