Mr. Pogreba

So semesters are over (I got a 93, I think the highest grade in all his classes, maybe not, doesn't matter, on the physics test).

I have found out how to make myself tomato soup out of V8 juice, which is pretty much awesome because V8 juice is pretty much awesome.

Tomorrow I leave for science bowl, which is in a town four hours a way. I'm excited. Siobhan is on my team. I truly, truly love Siobhan. Emma is also on our team, who used to be our friend but really isn't anymore. But I'm excited to spend time with Siobhan, who usually lives in a cave of homework in her bedroom. She is the hardest working person I know by far.

Anyway, about Mr. Pogreba (since he has claimed the title of this post). Today was nice; I went out to lunch with Erin (and I totally OWNED the parallel parking spot outside the restaurant), went to my cello lesson, worked on my math lab and writing an essay, and then went to AP language.

At AP language we were talking about how high school English can actually degrade the writing of kids that come to high school as good writers, since it is pretty much oriented with all of the thesis-topic-sentence junk at people that aren't organized to begin with, so those that are just get burdened down with stiff mechanics.

So Mr. Pogreba said, "I mean, how many kids go out of high school and become professional writers?" And Jill, being Jill, shouted, "Lindsay will!"

Interlude: if you don't know Mr. Pogreba, he makes a living off of making fun of people. He's hilarious, but he is mostly negative. He doesn't give very many compliments.

Anyway, Mr. Pogreba said, to the whole class, "Lindsay has the potential to be an awesome professional writer." And then he said something about how smooth all my essays are while my thesis statements are mechanical, the product of high school English.

That is very uncharacteristic of him, and very nice. It made me feel very nice anyway. I wanted to thank him, but he's not the sort of person you thank for a compliment.

It made me happy.