Challenger

I just gotta say...nothing, and I mean nothing, can just capsize my great moods or blow up my fantastic report card like Algebra 2 can. Until this school year, I never knew or experienced what it felt like to dread something so much every morning before school begins to the point where I am just straining and praying to the commons area clock to inch it’s minute hand back a little farther so that the 8:15 bell just holds out on me for a few more minutes, so that I may enjoy my peace and tranquilty of socialization and relaxation. I mean, that is a sad, sorrowful way to live my white day mornings.

The strange thing is, although I hate math with a passion and despise it’s entirety of existence to the point beyond belief, I still love things about my class that I wouldn’t trade in if you paid me. Well, actually if you paid me...
First of all, I adore Mrs. Rosales. She is the coolest, hippest, down-to-earth person here at Apollo, and trust me, with certain students in our class, including myself, Lance, Andrea, Lorinda and Jacob...that is definitely not the easiest task to keep up with. Yet, day after day, she puts up with all of our crazy, spontaneous actions and class-disrupting antics.

During class, I often find myself so incredibly bored and lifeless, that I feel the need to entertain myself with terrorizing Jacob for fun (the poor kid) or analyzing the crystal-like, powdery substance of a pixy stick (don’t get the wrong idea), or sometimes just exchanging tired, forlorn expressions with Lorinda, across the room. But, of course, this goes on after I am through taking my four pages of scrutinizing notes and example problems for the period. That, by the way, is a heck of a great time for me as well.
I have to say, even though I’m positive I will never use matrices, quadratic formula or factoring bynomials much in my lifetime, I probably will carry many memories and fun times from the class over to specific parts of my brain that will always be treasured. I love every single person in my class.Rob, Jacob, Lance...you guys are the best Pledge of Allegience speakers ever and you always wake me up in the early morning. What other class yells with all their might the Pledge every morining at the top of their lungs? I thank everyone in my class for all the times I was sad and emotional and in a horrible mood for the postitive comments and hugs I received during those times of need. Because you all know there have been plenty of them.

Mrs. Rosales, even though on the first day of school I walked into your classroom complaining and groaning, well...that really hasn’t changed much. But, I still love you very much with all my heart! You’re the only teacher I know that would let me perform my wild skits for the entire class with Lance to show everyone why I got in so much trouble the night before with my parents. Andrea and Jacob, thanks for always uplifting me, no matter how horrible a grade I get or how bad of a day I’ve had. Whether you guys are sincere or just plain messing with my head, it always means something to me to know that you care enough about me to take time out of or extra special class to tell me you love me!

Mrs. Rose, for all the times we’ve disrupted class with our random, spontaneous remarks, don’t complain because you know you love us for it. My algebra 2 class rocks.