Dear crazy Catholic school: please be more exciting!

Even after all this time, nothing entirely interesting going on right now save for the comments of my crazy homeroom teacher. My homeroom teacher, who I will have all four years of high school, is a conservative man in his 60's of German descent. This week is diversity week and during the mornings and afternoons my school plays music from different cultures on the TV (we have an amateur TV broadcast thing instead of an intercom system or whatever it is). He was joking that they should play Nazi music, and after hearing about a contest for "most authentic native dress" he said he would win if he brought his Nazi armband. I guess he had forgotten there was a Jewish girl in his homeroom...

And because it's diversity week, we had an assembly on Monday. In assembly they played a 20 minute video about the civil rights movement (the theme for this year's diversity week is fighting racism by the way) and then two bishops spoke. After the bishops were done talking, they asked if anyone had any questions. A senior girl stood up and asked "what did the Catholic church think of segregation?" That alone was obnoxious considering her question had already been answered in the video and was really not that hard to guess the answer too anyway, but that was not the end of the very insightful questions my peers had. Two more senior girls then asked, in different wording, the same question. Apparently people in my school need to ask a question not once, but three times before they can fully comprehend the answer.

Substantialicious?

Today was my first day back to school from the holidays. I got to school before all my friends as usual and when they finally showed up we talked about report cards. My parents seemed rather disappointed by my grades, speaking of that, and I was a little displeased to see that. I thought I did just fine. Anyway, they were all "what is this 'high honors' business? It's great by the way, but what does it mean? You're in the top... what percent of your class?" Of course, I had no idea, and neither did my other high honors friends (I'm still not sure what that means actually...).

At lunch my stomach was feeling absolutely dreadful and I decided not to eat anything so as not to further upset it. However, the five dollars in my binder were just too tempting, and when half of lunch passed I asked my friend Malone to get change for the five and get me a Snickers. I'm not sure when they started doing this, but I recently noticed there are little [made-up] words they put on the back of Snickers bars. Today it was "substantialicious" or something of the sort. In any case, it was a terrible thing to eat with an upset stomach, but what can I say? I have no power over my chocolate desires.

Starting today, I am taking "Communication Apps" (some sort of speech class) instead of Open Lab (which is basically study hall). It seems interesting enough, but a little cliche. It's the sort of propaganda class in which they repeatedly tell you (in a variety of different ways) that:
1. You are a mean person and you need to change (because all high school girls are mean of course according to adults. Not to sound all hoity toity but I don't really consider myself or many of my friends to be "mean" ....)
2. You listen to bad music that brainwashes you to believe women are all whores and sex objects
3. You are insecure and need to be less influenced by the media

Personally, I don't think I really listen to bad music. I listen to alternative and electronica mostly, which is generally not women-are-sex-toys propaganda. Even so, it's not difficult to identify the "hidden messages" in rap and pop and that sort of thing. I listen to the words in everything thank you, I know what I'm listening to. I'm not being "brainwashed" or "influenced." I can think for myself, I don't need the media to do that for me.

In any case, we all had to do mini introductions. One option was to say what you wanted to do in the future, which is what I chose. I said that I wanted to live in California and be a psychologist. Since my statement wasn't that long, the teacher asked "why California?" (it wasn't the sort of genuinely curious question, but rather an obligatory one because I didn't talk enough). I responded by saying that's where the crazy liberals were of course, and she laughed asking if I wanted to "cure them." I shifted my eyes nervously, seeing this was not going to be a very good start, and stated that actually, I was also a crazy liberal. It was all rather awkward.

I suppose this could be called an introduction

Well..... I found my little sister Natalie's blog and she insisted I make one myself. I'm not really into this whole blogging business but whatever, it should be interesting.

For an introduction, I'm the crazy liberal daughter of family (thus the name of the blog). My parents are moderates by the way, thank god. I don't think I could deal with a conservative family. I am a freshman at a crazy Catholic all girls high school and my Facebook buddies from there join ridiculous groups like "boycott The Golden Compass" (which was a fabulous movie by the way), it's very embarrassing. My mother and sister are Episcopalian, my father is Agnostic, my mom's family is Catholic, my dad's family is Mormon, and I'm Deist--I'm not very religious.

What's going on in my life right now that I don't feel like further embellishing on until something new happens in that area:
1. My ex-boyfriend from 6th grade (whom I have not even had a real conversation with at least two years) apparently is still talking constantly about me and recently mentioned to one of my friends that he is going to slash my tires when I get a car
2. School starts again on Monday (oh boy!)