Senior, that's old!

I haven't updated in two weeks, which is especially dismal considering the start of school means I should have plenty to talk about. So without further ado, gossipy and judgmental thoughts on my senior year teachers. Compared against other years, they are definitely the best bunch (sophomore year was a real nadir saved only by Veley.)

Starr: Senior Sem seems like a typical slacking-off, sleep-through first period class. Hopefully, I won't sleep through the valuable life skills part. It can't be too hard to teach this class, and Starr seems capable enough if a bit old ladyish and boring. "Darling" and "Sweetie" seem to make up a large extent on her vocabulary.

Green: This class BLOWS my mind. Metaphorically, of course, or else I'd be running around without a head. I have always had history taught to me as a straight set of dates and facts, but Green teaches history with the skill of a master storyteller. Connections between the obscure and the esoteric seem not salacious tangents as in Steege, but threads in the larger tapestry of history. Corny? Only if you've never taken Euro.

McClung: I hated physics in 8th grade and approached this year's physics class with a large sense of dread. Why did I take this class, it might be some hazy thing called "peer pressure," but I certainly don't dread sitting in McClung's class. In Harry Potter terms, he's definitely Flitwick: short, energetic, and self-processed anal. And is there some rule that science teacher's kids have to be cute?

Leavitt: Leavitt is a brunette replica of Mme Laz in demeanor, voice, build, looks, haircut, fashion sense, and enthusiasm for French. Her class lacks the air of lethargy that permeated every other French class I have taken in high school. Here's to hoping I'll learn something this year.

Noeth: The legend, right? I have nothing to add. His class is a riot.

Crick: His class is also a riot, but perhaps not as intentionally. Only some massively insecure person would spend class intimidating 17-year-olds with phrases like "Agenbite of inwit," "sin non qua," "fait accompli" and other words of decidedly pedantic and non-English origins. No matter, I find it amusing for the time and spend the majority of time smirking behind my book. Besides, his no-BS attitude is at least refreshing after Anthony's total lapping up of suckage. Crick's guerilla Acadec recruitment tactics, on the other hand, kind of get on my nerves and make me feel icky, like being used. Mais, c'est un fait accompli. Can't be anything about it now.

The best benefit to being a senior is that our teachers really treat is like adults, and if not adults as least not children either. No more lectures on book-covering and reiterations of cellphone bans; these teachers cut right to the chase. What can I say? They know their shit.