It surprises me that so many things I've written in the past still comes up in the search results. I remember when I was about thirteen leaving a comment on my aunt's xanga site. It was childish and some what a bit embarrassing.
That comment alone taught me to use my nickname more often on the internet rather than my whole first name. I know in the rear future I'll regret something I said. But hey, you'll learn from your mistakes.
Another thing I found was a guy writing sort of a diary entry on the internet. I sit next to him in Orchestra.
While reading, I'm surprised on how much he spilled about himself on the internet. His dreaded first kiss with an 8th grade whore, his likeness toward a girl whom I think is a bit loony. I never knew that much about him. Maybe because all we do in orchestra is make fun of the people around us.
The only thing said about me in his diary-like entry was I told Ms. Smith (our now former Orchestra teacher) that he wasn't doing orchestra in 10th grade. But since I told her, he switched his mind and is doing Orchestra next year.
It would be a shame not to see him in orchestra. His jokes were pretty hilarious to say the least.
Back in xanga, a friend of mine named Sarah made a blogring about me. It's entitled, "Emmellene". (My name, of course) In it, she was telling the world how nice and smart I was. It was very flattering, but sort of strange at the same time. Random people whom I didn't know was joining it. Let's hope they aren't pedophiles.
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In 9th grade, I took this class called, "Current American Issues". I've always loved the news since I was in the womb and I still have (loved news). I thought the class was going to have an indepth look into current events circling the United States.Boy was I wrong.
Sure, the class talked about the national debt and what not. But every single day, we got this hefty packet. In it, it was talking about the national debt and how it's affecting America. And in the back, there was questions that we had to answer. It was every day we had to do this.
Then, at least once a week we do this project were we have to make a poster with a group. It's very repetitive. The more we do posters, the boring it gets.
The only highlight of the class was we had to make a small poster concerning our views on illegal immigrants and what should we do with the illegals already there. The teacher (who will remain anonymous) will pick the top three in each of his classes. Surprisingly, I was picked. Along with the future valedictorian and the class ass.
It was very nice to have my poster picked along with them. Because compared to the both of them, I'm perhaps the complete opposite. And I would like to stay that way as a matter of fact.
