Here it is. The school post. You know, the usual. Just one of those topics you’ll see in every other blogger’s blogs. Or I like to call it: “weblogues”. 
Enough with the rambling. Here I gooo..
So on Tuesday, my school term started and in no apparent order, my subjects are: Applied Journalism; Media Arts (adobe photoshop, illustrator, etc.); Religion in the Arts; Biology; Math; Intro. to Anthropology, Sociology & Psychology; Visual Arts and English. Luckily for me, most of the teachers are nice and fun. 
Maybe except for my math teacher who, to put it bluntly, has eyebrows which resemble two very fat caterpillars and get very distracting. 
It has only been the first week, but in terms of work load, there has definitely been an increase from last year. I don’t even think we had anything to do in the first week of last year! Nothing at all! 
But this year I actually had to make myself a homework to-do list, not only because I enjoy making lists, but because many of my assignments are due next week. This is new.
Then I remembered my school isn’t normal. It’s non-semestered, self-directed and requires us to wear uniforms. Meaning, I take all my subjects for the entire school year. All eight of them. EIGHT! As in, I have to suffer through math and caterpillar man for 10 months! 
You semestered-school students should think yourself lucky!
The self-directed part isn’t always a bad thing. We can schedule our days however we want, stay in art for three periods if we want, go to the loo without permission and we get good exercise from ‘hall-walking’, which is just walking down the halls all day with your friends instead of being in class. 
The only downside is that it’s really easy to procrastinate in my school. You only realize how bad you’ve been procrastinating at the end of the year when you’ve landed yourself in summer school (yet again!). I really don’t want that this year. That is my drive that is going to push me. It’s like The Little Engine That Could: NO SUMMER SCHOOL, NO SUMMER SCHOOL, NO SUMMER SCHOOL, CHOO CHOO!
So, yeah, I’m done. I really could have kept going on about school and classes and whatnot, but I didn’t want this to become an essay. That reminds me: I have an essay due next next Wednesday. Crap! 
