Like I said last time, I'm really not going to be writing in this a lot. Just once and a while when I've got nothing else to do. Today I don't have any homework, so I'm going to write today. Except for the fact that I have nothing to write about. I'll come up with something. Well, today our PE class went bowling in the morning. That wasn't too bad, except for the fact that I'm not too great at bowling. I think I scored 57. Then again, I scored 37 yesterday, so I'm improving. Then I had electronics. I have come to absolutely hate that class. We do nothing, and since I'm done my project a few days before the end of the term, I have to sit around and fix old amplifier projects that people didn't feel like taking home, probably because they'd never work. Our teacher, Mr. Toth, is totally getting on my nerves. He said that if we complain about having to do extra work, he'd dock 20% of our mark. I hardly think that's fair, considering we're doing work for him that is of no use to us. The other day, the few people who weren't doing anything had to rip apart perfectly good (although quite small) hard drives so that he could have the magnets inside. Everything else went in the garbage (except for the two almost complete ones that I kept). I'm really not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow, because we have 6 more classes in the term. If he makes me solder any more amplifiers, I'm going to scream! I even have a headache from the fumes from the solder. It's just like the Mr. Keyes guy. I've decided to send a letter (an e-mail actually) to the principal(s) to tell them all about it. That's my way of 'lashing out'. Problem is, sometimes my words come out a little too strong, and I'm afraid I'm going to seriously hurt someone. I had a letter all written up about Mr. Keyes, I had sent it and everything, but then I cancelled it as it was sending. I can't be sure, but I think that if they got that message, Mr. Keyes would be in pretty big trouble. I only tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, and I know that sometimes the truth hurts, but the way I just stack it all together just makes it a little bit tough. I'll paste a bit of my e-mail here:

On Wednesday of this week, there were no less than 10 people waiting to get instruction. On another day, 9 people were waiting while he worked on a personal project, oblivious to the crowd of waiting students. The students who are finished are teaching the other students how to build their project. While giving full class instruction on one step in the process, he made a large mistake on a student’s project, resulting in more work for the student. The classroom is disorganized to the point that a nail gun could not be found because it had been put away in its proper place.

See what I mean? I go on like that for quite a bit longer. I feel like I'm in a court case. I've got to show all kinds of evidence to prove my point. And what if he had been fired? He has a family, and what would a loss of a job mean to his family? I just couldn't bear it. So I didn't send it. This time, when I write a letter about Mr. Toth, I'm going to tone it down, and suggest that they review his teaching practises. That's better than being fired any day.

Well, enough about crazy teachers. I've talked about them enough. But since school takes up so much of my life, I don't really have much more to talk about. I'll just fill in with a view little things. I reached 100 finds a few days ago, and that's pretty awesome. I think it was the next day that I was out babysitting, and when I got home, there was a nice new geocoin waiting for me from Tethys C and A Danish. Then again, it's not really that nice to me, because it's covered in skulls and other unsavoury things. I think I might place it as a FTF prize somewhere, but I don't want to insult Tethys C. Ah well, I'll figure that out later. Thanks for reading!