Purpose of Blogging

I realized that the whole point of blogging is to be consistent and tell what you're up to in life. I don't really have a large blogging audience(my one cousin), so it's kinda like talking to myself/venting, but someone who doesn't have anything better to do than meander through random blogs might come across mine and find it uplifitng or interesting or maybe even plain stupid(i would be just fine it someone thought that it was plain stupid, though). So now if you don't mind, i'll vent about school. I feel like i shouldn't use my teacher's names on the internet, so i will call my horrid english teacher Ms. Issippi(she has a really strong southern accent), get it, as in Mississippi? (insert laughs) Well, i suppose that Ms. Issippi isn't really that bad, it's more of the kids in my class. One week into the school year, a large portion of the school got a schedule change because kids who were originally not in honors got switched into honors classes. Well, i've always been in all honors, but i decided to try a new elective. I ended up not liking it and switching back to the elective i took the year before. So on the big schedule change day i got back my good elective and i still had Ms. Issippi( i had her for the first time before the schedule change also) except i just had her at a different class period. Well, it turns out that this class period was previously non-honors, but after the schedule change the school deemed these children honors-worthy. For anyone who has ever attended a public school, they will know that half the reason you sign up for an honors class is just so you don't get stuck with idiots, so this "honors" class had a bunch of should-be-non-honors-kids in it( and Ms. Issippi doesn't give challenging work at all, it's kinda like shut up and do a worksheet and you'll pass). The thing about Ms. Issippi is that she's tolerable if you have friends in your class because she's really boring, but because most of my class is should be non honors kids, none of my friends are in there because they didn't have to get schedule changes. To make matters worse, the year before i got Ms. Issippi, i had the best English teacher i've ever had; he taught us how to write essays, his class was fun, he was exciting, and you actually learned alot, and all my friends were in my class. So needless, to say, one of my favorite classes, best teacher, best experience. We'll call this teacher Mr. Awesome. So Mr. Awesome's classroom is right next to Ms. Issippi's classroom, so while i'm stuck with complete strangers/idiots and we're doing these stupid grammar worksheets like we're in second grade, i can hear Mr. Awesome's class being loud, and fun, and learning a lot, and i know half the kids in that class and it's torture at it's worst. I was thinking that since Mr. Awesome's class is actually kind of hard, there might be a few kids who have his class when i have Ms. Issippi's that will drop out of honors. I would honestly be willing to lick the floors of his classroom and chew the gum off the desks if that's what it took to get me into that class. I don't know how that pertains to me getting a spot in his class, but in desperate times( Ms. Issippi's class qualifies as desperate times), desperate measure must be taken.

Thank you for listening to this rant and putting up with my grammatical errors.
Sincerely my faithful readers,
Kumquat Lover

Please return in I-don't-know-how-long/when for the next installment of, how does this sound for a title "It's a hard-knock life"? i like it