I Don’t Think I Have A Best Friend

This entry is part 12 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook

…but some of my friends are: Casey Matteson, Jeff Geiger, Ryan Bennett, David Taylor, my Dad + Mom + myself. Casey would do anything for me, almost. Jeff I can talk to. Ryan and David make me laugh and are just good friends. My family give me lots of support. I am my best friend? Well I don’t know. I get along alright, I don’t really have any friends that are girls, but I’d like a few.

09 09 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 09 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

It Bugs Me

This entry is part 11 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook

…when my family fights mostly my brother and sister (both Rob’s kids). It also bugs me when I go to a store and buy something and then a week later it is less expensive. It bugs me when store clerks treat me as an idiot with no money, I’d like to be treated with the same respect as adults. It bugs me how the world is going into depression, anarchy, and destruction of our homes and neighborhoods. It bugs me how there are so many killings and gangs.

09 08 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 08 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

Gay Daddy

This entry is part 10 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook

Topic of the day was a father being denied his child for being gay:

It’s a hard topic to decide. It’s not normal to be gay so I would probably side with the grandma, but as long as there is no abuse, I can’t see why not. I would predict that the courts would side with the grandma.

09 07 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 07 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

William Tell Overture

This entry is part 9 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook

It reminds me of Bambi vs. Godzilla a spoof where there is peaceful music then Bam! Bambi gets squshed by Godzilla. It is sooo funny.

I got Roller Blades last night, I’m going skating tonight.

09 03 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 03 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

Tough Teachers

This entry is part 8 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook

My mom is picking up my Rollerblades today so soon I’ll be skating to school. The worst teacher I have ever had was Mrs. Higgins, she was such a BITCH. She was like a slave driver in those olden boats where everyone had to row or be whipped. She was intimidating 7’0″ with shoes on (almost). Her big Afro and top set of teeth were a sight compared to Medusa herself. She was such a perfectionist. I have trouble writing and if I didn’t type my reports I would get a C or lower because of it. She didn’t assign much homework but what she did was difficult.

Mrs. Black on the other had was sort of nice but she assigned so much homework and vocab test SHIT! they were hard. We had to memorize dictionary definitions and punctuate them perfect.

09 02 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 02 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

The Perfect Teacher

This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook

You know the perfect teacher would be none at all. Just kidding, the teen-age side of me would say a 22 year old model straight from college who would be very good at teaching all subjects. Mrs Ciota was my favorite teacher partly because she was Looney, or so everyone thought.

09 01 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 01 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

I’ve Heard So Many Good Stories

This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook

I can’t think of one that outshines them all. I go to the Illinois Story Telling Festival every year and there are stories for young and old. A lot of the stories I’ve heard come from family. My dad’s dad was in the Air Force but died before I was born. Some of the best stories and poetry come straight out of my head. That’s something I’d like to do in this class is write poetry.

08 31 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

08 31 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog