Just finished up the last lecture for my summer math classes. It was about the binomial theory and the Pascal Triangle, which, thankfully, are extremely easy to comprehend. Now I just need to do the math review and pass the test, and I’m done for the summer!
Of course, mom wants my dad to keep on teaching me math stuff (Like probability, permutations, blah blah blah…), but come on. There’s less than TWO weeks left of summer. Give me a break. I haven’t had one since I’ve started summer. Well, except for that week after I finished a huge ballet competition half a state away from my home at the beginning of June. But even then, I had piano and Chinese, and that week off soon ended when I started summer ballet classes.
And I’m not getting any school credit whatsoever because my parents didn’t even bother properly enrolling me in dad’s summer math classes. They said it was too complicated. Well, if you think ENROLLING for math class is complicated, try taking the math class itself. I deserve a little school credit here, especially since I’m getting an A average.
My mom is so over-protective of me. I eat one slice of pizza, and she’s like, “Oh noes! She’s going to get a nosebleed! Or a sore throat!”
ONE SLICE OF PIZZA, MOM. I used to eat one or TWO slices of pizza for lunch at school in seventh grade. Everyday. And I never got a nosebleed, or a sore throat.
I stopped eating the pizza when I realized just how ripped-off it was at $1.75 a slice (The school wanted to make profit from it, although the teachers and staff all blame the high price on the original cost of the pizza and the shipping. Psh, yeah right. Even with all of that, each slice probably costs, like, one dollar. Max. I’m so glad I’m not stepping in that school cafeteria again). This past year, all I ate was school lunch, which is, contrary to what most students believe, quite tasty. They had a variety of lunches, which beats eating Papa Johns pizza everyday, and it was only $2.25 a meal (Although usually I spent an extra 55 cents getting a bag of chips).
The students at my school should actually TRY eating the school lunches before they conclude that they’re disgusting and gross.
I’ve heard stories about my high school’s food. Once again, I haven’t tasted their food, so I’m not ready to believe that they’re as bad as I’m told they are, but a girl from my ballet class said that they almost didn’t pass a school food inspection when the inspection people found that some of the food they stored was WARM. EW! Apparently, nobody ever told the lunch ladies about maggots.
But despite all this, I’m still going to try out the school lunch for a day or two.
