Nothing to do and Nowhere to go

Extreme boredom drives me to post things on my blog. I have 10 minutes to kill before my next class and like I said last time, I'm so over facebook. I've been trying to think of clever or witty things to say, but I have been overcome by spring fever and my mind stopped working about a month ago. Today is the last day of March and I'm ever so excited for April. Not that it will be any warmer, but it is one step closer to summer. Speaking of summer I've been applying for jobs like mad. I don't know that I'll ever find one, but I'll just do like the government and create a deficit and spend like mad. It should work, right? Well, okay it won't, but my other plan is to make a living by donating plasma and that will work. Anyway, this is a worthless post and I'm ever so glad that no one reads my blog. I'll think of a funny story to post here in the next few weeks to make up for it. -Me

The second attempt

Hmm, well I never actually got around to using this lovely blog that I created. I guess I figured there was already too much junk on the internet to have me be adding more, but facebook got boring so here I am again. Not that I think anyone will actually read this, so it is actually like a diary except I have the slight chance of becoming super famous because of my amazing blogging skills. I'd probably have a better chance on youtube though. I figure one day I'll make millions by selling the movie rights to my life story, so I'm not worried about making it big yet. I'm sure this is what all of my English teachers had in mind for all of those writing skills they taught me, so just in case they are reading here is my shout out to you. As for all of my other teachers, I still haven't figured out when I will ever use geometry, vectors, or facts about the war of 1812; but thanks anyway. I'm starting to get worried about pursuing my dream of becoming a biology teacher. As I sat observing the high school class the other day I began to daydream about how amazing I could be with my students, telling jokes, doing experiments and fun activities. I was interrupted however by a sophmore girl in the first row. She turned to me and said, "Boy I hope you are a cool teacher." Intrigued I asked "So what to I have to do to be cool?" She casually rolled her eyes, looked over at her teacher and said, "Let us text in class." There you have it. All my education classes, four years of higher level learning, were useless. All I'll ever need to do to be the teacher they fondly remember through the years is let them text in class. Well, there you have it. An update on my amazing life. Until next time. -Me