Getting time to stay in shape is almost obsolete for this time of the year. You need to be fit just to take on so much running around. But hey, I asked for it. This last week entailed all of the following things- mowing three yards, line judging volleyball 2 separate days, announcing for the Junior High football teams, lifting weights, applying for scholarships, running errands for parents, fitting in time to replace my stereo, completely lost my weekends to baseball doubleheaders on Saturday and Sunday, basketball open gym, about 45 minutes per night of homework, facilitating a Principals Advisory Council meeting, tearing down for Homecoming, getting groceries for my home-bound grandfather, and finding time to stuff myself with food. (Breath) I’m not blaming S2S program schedule, though. Actually I have more time to do things because I get out of school at around 1:40.
Apart from my head spinning, I’ve met a lot of people through the program. They are all obviously very smart and ambitious. That is a huge difference from High School right there- these people have ambition, and it’s contagious. In fact, I may be one of the least mature people here, which is a 180 from United.
My cousin, Bethany, sits beside me in Human Biology class. She has always gone to Salem, so it’s still very surreal to be in the same classes as her and all of her friends. The professors I have are so different from High School as well. I’m not about to bash my past teachers, because I had some great role models and learned a lot from them, but my ‘profs’ are in another league. They teach without demanding authority, they’re not caught up in being in complete control, they just are. They all are easy to listen to, and are exceptionally reasonable. My success so far can be mostly attributed to them. I got an ‘A’ on my HumanBio test, and I’ve actually retained what I’ve learned.
That’s my summation for month one of Seniors to Sophomores: exactly what I hoped for so far. I’m not just being lectured, I’m being taught.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Day 1
It’s been quite a while since my first post, but now things have unfortunately been set in motion that can not be undone. The first day of school was both rude as an ice-cold shower, and as liberating as riding a dirt bike.
I slept in today as my first and only kent class for the day began at 9:40. I first drove over to the Salem Campus’ bookstore to get my books, free, numerous, and incidentally, grouped together. I stood for 10 minutes looking dumb-founded all over the packed bookstore for my required materials until an angel of a woman asked if I needed assistance. I was out of there within the minute. I got to the S2S campus in Salem, the old Junior High, and originally the Salem High School, at 9:30. I went in the right entrance and upstairs, and quickly got lost. Luckily, everyone else was too. I ended up in the office with four other people in my Theater class who were confuzzled as much as me. Turns out, there was a typo on our sheets for room number. With that fixed we proceeded to the computer room to activate our accounts, and went to room 211 where we already had a substitute “prof” named Professor Dees. Cool man. He answered questions and quickly got us out of there. Two friends of mine and I walked outside in a fugue-like state, dazed that we had both three hours extra free time and three hours extra homework than high school.
A sweet thing I learned today was that my 87-year-old Grandfather, Howard Gray, attended High School in the same building I now stomp through. Just a fun fact. Anyway, even though it was surprising to get ample homework on the first day of school from a Professor that wasn’t even there, I completely trust the system already. There will be no baby-coddling, like in high school, which is almost as unsettling as it is reassuring.
I slept in today as my first and only kent class for the day began at 9:40. I first drove over to the Salem Campus’ bookstore to get my books, free, numerous, and incidentally, grouped together. I stood for 10 minutes looking dumb-founded all over the packed bookstore for my required materials until an angel of a woman asked if I needed assistance. I was out of there within the minute. I got to the S2S campus in Salem, the old Junior High, and originally the Salem High School, at 9:30. I went in the right entrance and upstairs, and quickly got lost. Luckily, everyone else was too. I ended up in the office with four other people in my Theater class who were confuzzled as much as me. Turns out, there was a typo on our sheets for room number. With that fixed we proceeded to the computer room to activate our accounts, and went to room 211 where we already had a substitute “prof” named Professor Dees. Cool man. He answered questions and quickly got us out of there. Two friends of mine and I walked outside in a fugue-like state, dazed that we had both three hours extra free time and three hours extra homework than high school.
A sweet thing I learned today was that my 87-year-old Grandfather, Howard Gray, attended High School in the same building I now stomp through. Just a fun fact. Anyway, even though it was surprising to get ample homework on the first day of school from a Professor that wasn’t even there, I completely trust the system already. There will be no baby-coddling, like in high school, which is almost as unsettling as it is reassuring.
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