I finally brought myself back in here because I'm off punishment and noticed that this homepage is pretty dull. I don't really wanna explain why I was in a state of absence for so long so I won't =) I'm happy to say that I'm done with finals and just have one more week of school left...after that, I have no idea what I'm doing besides summer school. And that brings me to a point; Summer school sucks! Everyone wants to take less classes next semester so they can party more and not stress on as many classes at the same time. So of course summer school is the solution. But if you think about it, it's like being in school all-year-round. Except I'm not at summer school to take less courses next year. I'm there to catch up! I hate school because the school hates me. Unfortunatly, I have to retake Spanish 4 with the same teacher who gave me a D. I don't HAVE to retake the course because it's still considered passing but I'm not gonna settle for that Donkey. And you know what's kinda cool? She's making me take the summer class but she's gonna pass me no matter what. But only because she doesn't wanna see me anymore. (Great teacher, huh?) So basically I don't have to worry about flunking it again which would be really sad. For some reason, all my female teachers this semester really hate me. Maybe they're just jealous because I'm so booty-ful. haha, jk.

So now I'm gonna tell you why my dicked-teachers hate me so much. It's not that I'm a bad person, it's just that...I have no idea! Okay, so I have this teacher named Ms. Jank who was my gymnastics coach and also my dance teacher (even though she's not much of a dancer - hey, maybe that explains my dancing skills). Anyway, she's loved me since freshmen year when she found out I was a gymnast. She immediatly put me on the Varsity Gymnastics Team (yaAaAah!), and at the end of the year, I was voted "Most Valuable Player" of gymnastics. (Double YeAaAaAh!) Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. So for two years, I was the greatest student she ever had yada-yada...Then Junior Year came and I was tired of gymnastics and was actually developing this annoyance and hatred for it. So here's my list of reasons why I quit that Ms. Jank didn't want to hear:

1] I hated going to practice, and when I did, I NEVER practiced
2] I wasn't learning anything new except more reasons to dislike Ms. Jank
3] It was damn time-consuming because freakin 3 hours a day, 5 times a week was like hell
4] I wasn't ready to compete because I was too lazy to gain my stunts back
5] I was scared of killing myself on the balance beam and the uneven bars
6] My grades were dropping so...I didn't deserve to serve the team
7] Ms. Jank was annoying me every second I saw her
8] I wanted to try something new

I debated for a long time whether my decision to quit the team was something I should do because I wanted toor if I should just do it for the team because the team needed me. So on Monday April 5, 1999, the day before our first competition vs. Los Altos High School, I was thinking all day about how to break the news to my coach skank Jank that I've decided to quit. I approached her and she had this huge smile like I was ready to say something good. I said, "Ms. Jank, I have some news you probably don't want to hear" and immediatly the smile wiped off her face. She knew exactly what I was gonna say and didn't want to hear it. She wanted to be assured and ask, "What is it Michelle?". "I can't continue to be on the team anymore," I said. She just looked at me with this long deep stare and said, "Fine, turn in your uniform." Lil' misses skanky Janky was pissed. I saw it in here eyes but she was trying to hold it back. She never gave me the same respect after that day and neither did my team. I let everyone down. It was like a tragedy or something. I never understood why it was such a big deal because I'm really not a great gymnast. In fact, I sucked! I was considered the best gymnast on the team because everyone else sucked even more. Then last Friday on May 21st, we had an end-of-the-year dance performance. An hour before showtime, me and my friends decided to grab some Mickey D's since we didn't eat the whole day (anorexia is hard to keep up- haha). There were hella people there but the lines weren't too long because all the registers were in use. Tell me why it took 30 minutes to move 3 feet? This stranger taps me on the shoulder and says, "If you go to the other McDonald's you can get #1, #2, #3". In my head I was thinking, "Well yeah, I can get that here too". And then I realized she was talking about the beanie babies #1, 2 and 3 and not about the extra valuable meals. So I nodded like I was interested. It turns out, EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN FRONT OF ME wanted those freakin beanie babies. Like 10 of them EACH! Time was a runnin at 6:35pm when I was supposed to be backstage at 6:30pm. So finally we get our food and get to school at 7:05pm when the show started at 7:00pm. I was in the first number and evryone was waiting for me. ESPECIALLY Ms. Skanky Janky. She could not stop yelling at me. So the performance was still a success even though I was only 5 minutes late. The following Monday I came into her office so she can sign my transcript. The first thing she said to me, "HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE AND TELL ME TO SIGN YOUR TRANSCRIPT AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO THE TEAM AND DANCE CLASS!" Boy was I in amazement. We got into a big argument in front of the whole class and like a pussy, she made me cry. boo-hoo. But not until later. So she told me that ever since I quit the team, I caused a lot of problems. What the hell? She didn't let me spectate at Championships because verbatim, "I don't want to see you there and I don't want you to ride on the bus with us." Can you believe she said that? I felt like I had to pull a Rosa Parks or something. But of course I didn't. Then she told me that I couldn't sign up for next semester's dance class which SHE'S not even teaching. So this year, I turned into her little devil. She hates me very much and I guess you can say ditto. And it's sad because I hardly ever use the word "hate" towards a person. As I always say, "Hate is such a strong word. Use it wisely."

Okay so that's teacher #2 that doesn't like me. *whew!* Teacher #3 is Ms. Kalil, my Epic & Myth (Mythology) teacher. This teacher is very conceited and always ALWAYS talks about herself. She brags about being a lawyer. She's told us about how all these guys have asked for her hand in marriage (which I don't believe), and yet she's like in here 40's and still NOT married. She always "gives us free advice" because she thinks she's a pyschiatrist and a psychic when she's more of a P S Y C H O ! She always reminds us that this school isn't as good as it used to be because all the students aren't as smart. Basically, she always finds a way to put us down. I tried to go to her because I wasn't doing so well in her class. She asked me how I did in my last English Class and I told her I got a B. She said, "A B? How's that possible?" So I walked away and my grade didn't change. Second time I came up to her to sign my fieldtrip slip to go to a campus tour at SJSU, she said, "How do you know you'll get accepted because I'm not sure you'll even make it there." Now THAT really pissed me off! It gave me more reason to go (even though she didn't sign it) just to get away from the biggest hor ever existed. So yeah, when everyone says they hate school, they hate it because they make you do stuff you don't wanna do. When I say I hate school, I MEAN IT! DAMN ALL FEMALE TEACHERS AT MY SCHOOL (that I had this semester...hehe)...! Was that a long entry or what?

   By the way, my family decided not to move afterall! (You'll understand what I'm talking about if you read the previous entry). We decided to sell the other house and keep this mansion (haha). And that stuff I said about my mom, well, I'm not as mad anymore. Last night we got into this short yet deep conversation. She started crying because of a terrifying childhood rememberance, and we actually hugged for about a good solid minute! It was weird.