I'm a sixteen year old junior in an American highschool, prolly enough said right there.

I'm taking American Sign Language II (It's not called that due to being egotistical, it's called that because sign language really DOES vary country to country.), Algebra II, and Collision Repair.
A lot of people raise their eyebrow at the last one there, but it's a pretty good class. Being a girl obviously, a lot of people think I'm crazy for taking it. Plus, I'm the only girl in my class this semester; who knows, maybe this next nine weeks I'll be lucky and not be alone for once!

But other than that I get along with most of the guys in there. Except for two sophomores from my own school; it's rather sad when you get along better with the other school that goes to a vocational technical school along with yours.

However, due to this class I now hate mustangs, despise the color yellow, and the smell of various types of filler make me hungry for some reason I just can't place.
Note: Do NOT eat any types of filler as it will literally clog up your rear end depository system and it may also kill you.

But it's a pretty good class all the same. ^__^
ASLII is also a decent class, however this year it's a complete drag due to us having more freshmeat - I mean, freshmen than usual in there and them all being obnoxious little cows that don't stop mooing. >.> I know, I know, I was a freshman once upon a year, but I wasn't loud, obnoxious, or acting like the other kids in class should bow down to me.
However, the title of Obnoxious Cow is not reserved totally for the freshmen, oh no. There are two juniors in my class - one an ASLIII and the other ASLII - are complete cows to me because I couldn't remember two "simple" signs. Number one: I never use the word 'ever' in my daily signing exercises. Two: How am I supposed to remember signs I never use?!
It's a fun class though, my teacher is awesome. She's 64, but I swear to god she's got more energy than my hyperactive cousin Maura. >.> Two or three years ago she broke her elbow after dropkicking a SNACK MACHIIINE. It was... weird, to say the least, especially when she told us how her doctor in the ER asked her what she rated the pain as.
"2."
*blank stare*
"What?"
"I'd rate this a thirteen, ma'am."
Her elbow was literally shattered into pieces, yet she hardly felt it even though all the pieces were digging into her muscles, fatty tissues, and the inner layer of the dermis. She really doesn't feel very much pain, she said stubbing her toe was worse than breaking her elbow. O.o
As for my math class: I hate math therefore will not discuss. >__>;