Bri + Education = haha lol.

So, I know it's been like 8903280437312789217946093240104578.8 years since I've blogged, but the good news is I will be having someone feed me subjects to blog about now. It's kinda weird, this business called Blue Matter Marketing emailed me a few weeks ago. Basically, their job is to help other businesses branch out and become known on the web. Hence the whole "marketing" part of their title. They emailed me and asked if I would collaborate with them, meaning periodically they will ask me to create a post on a topic that is relevant to both my blog and their partner. They told me they want me to create a natural post that fits the blog and my "audience," and within that post I'm supposed include a simple text link to the partner's product or service. Oh, and there was something about them paying me $15 every time I did it... My first thought was, "Haha, these people obviously haven't read my blog if they think there are any businesses out there who will have anything in common with what I blog about...." 
But then I realized that I could just be totally shameless in helping them out, meanwhile they're giving me something to write about, since my shenanigan income has been pretty low lately anyway.


My first assignment: ACT Registration


So, now I will talk about the ACT and my experience with education.
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That's what I have to say about that.

No but really, the ACT was one of my lower life experiences on the scale of "good." I think I got like a 29 in English... great, right? Not so much when you get somewhere in the 14-17 range on math and science. I remember feeling slightly confident at the beginning of the math section... meaning the first question I probably got right. By the time I got to science, I just started spelling out words with the lettered bubbles.

My education as a whole... well, being home-schooled, I obviously experienced life on a rigorous schedule. Up by 6:00am, breakfast, became absorbed in my studies for 12 hours, then milked the cows and churned the butter.

Oops, I think I misspelled "school was a joke" up there.

Disclaimer: my mom did a wonderful job raising me and for the first part of my life she was successful in making me take education seriously. However, then I hit high-school and our family turned crazy, so we had more things to worry about than this thing called "school." Besides, I was 14 and everyone knows 14-year-olds are completely independent and in charge of their lives, regardless of what their moms say. In other words, I am often terrified that someday I will have a child just like me.

My first experience in blowing off school came about when I was eleven... I was in our home-school co-op at church when we had a guest teacher. Her name was Mandy. She was teaching English, only my pal Scott and I decided not to care. We decided to take advantage of “the outsider” by being as big of turds as possible. We decided we had nothing to lose by amusing ourselves, so we goofed off and back-talked and refused to cooperate. On one assignment, we both copied one of our other friends, Isaac, and when Mandy asked who really wrote it first, we all argued over who it was (meanwhile Scott and I were high-fiving under the table). I think I figured I would never see her again or something. This story is ironic because A) I now love English and B) Because I now live with Mandy (and also love her).

My next encounter with hating school/being awful came in 8th grade. Ohhh Mr. Minor's Physical Science class. Definitely my most hated class at the time, but now my most memorable. Poor Mr. Minor... so monotone, so boring, and so oblivious. I remember one day Tim even brought the answer book to a test day and everyone passed it around under the table, and Minor had no clue (Note: I do not condone cheating... but in 8th grade it was pretty funny). There were maybe two kids in that class who took it seriously. I actually met one of my best friends, Kaitlyn, via goofing off in that class. We would make it a game to see how many times we could throw a pencil back and forth across the room while Minor's back was turned. Once we got more advanced, it switched to her throwing Runtz candy across the room and me catching it in my mouth. Eventually we did introduce ourselves to each other outside of being complete turds.
The best part of that class was the second to last day, when Mr. Minor gave his long speech about how much grace he had given us over the year, and compared it to God bestowing mercy until "Judgement day." He ended his lecture with a very dramatic, "And today... it's judgement day."
I tried to keep quiet like everyone else. I really, really did. But the over-dramatization of the situation and the character of the person presenting it was just so unbearably hilarious. I started snickering, and the second I made the sound, the whole class erupted in laughter. Poor Mr. Minor. Everyone from that class still jokes about "judgement day" to this day.

High school was a grand ole time. I learned a lot. I learned a lot about what it was like to hang out with friends, to argue with my parents, to stay out late and sleep in, to make a lot of inside jokes, climb onto a lot of roofs, explore a lot of abandoned buildings, have a lot of adventures, get in a lot of trouble. Education, however, was slightly absent. If you want to know about how I graduated, well, so do I.
 I already used this picture on my blog once, but I am repeating it because it perfectly sums up my high school "career."

Then this one time, I tried to go to college. The good news is, I passed English. The bad news is, English was only three of my attempted 14 credits. The goal is to go back in the fall and try again... because if at first, or second, or third you don't succeed, try try again.