the car-rider linee.

BOO! I see you! Haha just you worst nightmare.. the car-riderline. DA-DA-DUNNN! It's amazing how my mom can cry over it. But lets look at what really the car-rider line is.. In the world of logic; it's the place where after school kids wait in "globs" for their parents to pick them up after school. Now lets get a definition for "globs": where children stay in little packs with groups of friends they haven't seen since lunch time talking about life; sometimes very humorious, or very serious. That looks innocent doesn't it? Well in my moms view that is worse than hell. See my mom is what you call a class-A idiot; where everything has to go her way or she'll go a-wall and just have a fit. Which is everyday. HA. So since she lives her life yelling at people. No literally. YELLINGGG ATTT PEOPLEEE. It has fusturated her so badly in the last week that I haven't seen our car that standing in line for at least five minutes has made her volcano erupt. Ahemm the consequnces: having to ride the bus. DRUG-DEALER, AND PROSITUTES, AND DRAMA. OH MY! Well that is pretty true which makes me wonder if I use that bus for four years would that make me become a pot smoking grade-A idiot like my mom? Well first I must admit.. I do love my mom; but she's at times hard to handle. So if I showed her what a pot smoking grade-A idiot I could become because of her chose to putting me on the bus; wouldn't that show her that she will never win? That she would have ruined my life for making me go onto that portable crack house? Noww I would never risked my life smoking crap. Also if I tell her the more she nags to me the less I see her in my future, or in my childrens future; would that make her stop. It puzzles me of how she can be a complete bitch but when I show her how she's acting I get a slap on my face. Truth being said this blog wasn't truthfully about car-rider lines; it was for people to see that parents act like complete bitches and dicks to us, but when we show them what they are teaching us they slap us in our faces? No wonder the people I talk to their mentors and helpers are their teachers and not their parents.So this week it wasnt catagorized as BestFourYearsOfMyLife but as WorstWeekOfMyLife.

The Best Four Years Of Your Life

Hello everyone. My name is Sarah, and I am going to blog about high school other known as by everyone else The Best Four Years Of Your Life.! Any hoo.. I'm a freshman at a school that I have heard from about every other teacher.. "This school right here is very new, and it cost 50 million dollars to make, and furnish. So be proud of us hawks!" Well anyway today was the FRESHMAN ORENTATIONNNN!!!!!!!!!! Yay.. It was fun; very loud and cold but fun. It did curb my enthuisaim of being in high school. It was like that really cool feeling you got when you could finally change your school on facebook without looking like an idiot. Haha. Even though it was half-a-day (not including milk) we got to walk around the school like big kids and acted like we owned it, but I must say that won't end long.. Theres still FRESHMANNN FRIDAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! (insert screaming). Netherless I will admit I am pretty pumped to be a Hardin Valley Hawk!
                                                                     Go Blue Hawks!