Monday, September 6, 2010
This Really Belongs on Facebook
Some day we will look back on today. We will say things like "what were we thinking?" "we could have done so much better!" "Why did we do that?" and forever on. But some day, oh some day. You are not today, some day. So I shall live my days with freedom and with excitement. Do not live for the future that you will regret, live for the future you want. But do not live for a future you want if you will some day look back and regret your past.
I'm Not Insane I'm Noooot... Not Insane.
Music weeding. I wonder sometimes if I'm the only one that does this. It's a result of my OCD-like tendencies that I do it myself. I go through my iTunes and CDs, and rework them. I get rid of old songs that I don't actually like, i go through and rate (or re-rate) all of my songs, upload new ones, and see what CDs are missing and what CDs I want to buy. It's a little tedious sometimes, but I find that the more I have my music organized, the more the rest of my life is organized (change your habits, then your way of thinking, as Mrs. Matushonek says).
A major problem that I run into though, while I'm doing this, is that I'm never quite sure what music I want to give up. With this particular music purge, I was actually transferring my music to a whole new computer, which made things at least a little easier. First, any music that wasn't mine (i.e. Justin's) wasn't transferred over. Then, I went through only the CDs that were stacked up on my dresser and uploaded them to my shiny new comp. From there, my deductive skills took over and I made a list of what CDs a certain someone still hadn't returned that I needed back (still waiting on those two Showbreads!). But then I have an issue. There were a number of songs bought off of iTunes by Justin and myself on my account name, so they're all technically mine. But just because I own a kind of fun Green Day song, does that mean I should transfer that one over? I mean, of course I transferred over all the songs that I had purposefully bought like Steppin Out by Manafest, and XOXOXO by Secret and Whisper, but what about those songs and CDs that Justin had wanted to buy, like Avenged Sevenfold? And Monty Are I? I never disliked them, heck I even liked a lot of them, so which ones do I keep? I don't like having music in my iTunes that I don't explicitly think of as mine, and that was what all that was. My biggest problem was Chiodos, because I've never really liked the idea of Chiodos itself, but every time I go through the songs we bought I would find myself really enjoying the music. But it's not a RadioU band, and I don't like the cover of the CD, and I don't really like the CD itself. But I do like the songs. It was a conundrum that puzzled me all night. Finally I just went through my iTunes again this morning and simply deleted all those songs that I didn't explicitly think of as mine. So major problem solved, I guess. But it's not quite over. I'm not sure what to do about music videos... There's a The Almost video and a Relient K video that i do actually like, but I don't like the way they look on iTunes (you know, that big blank space after the one title, since they're basically their own album). So do I let my OCD-tendencies completely take over and delete all the videos too? I'm just not sure any more....
A major problem that I run into though, while I'm doing this, is that I'm never quite sure what music I want to give up. With this particular music purge, I was actually transferring my music to a whole new computer, which made things at least a little easier. First, any music that wasn't mine (i.e. Justin's) wasn't transferred over. Then, I went through only the CDs that were stacked up on my dresser and uploaded them to my shiny new comp. From there, my deductive skills took over and I made a list of what CDs a certain someone still hadn't returned that I needed back (still waiting on those two Showbreads!). But then I have an issue. There were a number of songs bought off of iTunes by Justin and myself on my account name, so they're all technically mine. But just because I own a kind of fun Green Day song, does that mean I should transfer that one over? I mean, of course I transferred over all the songs that I had purposefully bought like Steppin Out by Manafest, and XOXOXO by Secret and Whisper, but what about those songs and CDs that Justin had wanted to buy, like Avenged Sevenfold? And Monty Are I? I never disliked them, heck I even liked a lot of them, so which ones do I keep? I don't like having music in my iTunes that I don't explicitly think of as mine, and that was what all that was. My biggest problem was Chiodos, because I've never really liked the idea of Chiodos itself, but every time I go through the songs we bought I would find myself really enjoying the music. But it's not a RadioU band, and I don't like the cover of the CD, and I don't really like the CD itself. But I do like the songs. It was a conundrum that puzzled me all night. Finally I just went through my iTunes again this morning and simply deleted all those songs that I didn't explicitly think of as mine. So major problem solved, I guess. But it's not quite over. I'm not sure what to do about music videos... There's a The Almost video and a Relient K video that i do actually like, but I don't like the way they look on iTunes (you know, that big blank space after the one title, since they're basically their own album). So do I let my OCD-tendencies completely take over and delete all the videos too? I'm just not sure any more....
Friday, September 3, 2010
Oh to Stagger Startle Stun
I love to shock people. To completely uproot what someone thought of me and who they thought I was. It's fun, and really makes me wonder why so many people just suppose things about me (makes me wonder if people see me as really flat...).
To tell people that I don't wear makeup.
To tell people that I've never kissed a guy.
To tell guys that I don't do hugs.
To show people my artwork.
To show people my collections.
To show how accepting I (apparently) am of others with different, shall we shay, habits.
To tell people I've never been inside Forever XXI.
To tell people that I go to Church twice a week.
To show people what my church is really like.
To switch from playing Family Force Five to Mindless Self Indulgence.
And then he turned the volume up.
And played me some of his MSI in return.
Good day today.
To tell people that I don't wear makeup.
To tell people that I've never kissed a guy.
To tell guys that I don't do hugs.
To show people my artwork.
To show people my collections.
To show how accepting I (apparently) am of others with different, shall we shay, habits.
To tell people I've never been inside Forever XXI.
To tell people that I go to Church twice a week.
To show people what my church is really like.
To switch from playing Family Force Five to Mindless Self Indulgence.
And then he turned the volume up.
And played me some of his MSI in return.
Good day today.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Inferences
Isn't it amazing how little we can know about people? Or even how much we can think we know about someone that turns out to be entirely incorrect? First impressions aren't always the right impressions, and in my case they seem to be wrong more often than not. My abilities to ascertain what people are really like based on how they look and act - well it's basically just stereotyping. Of course, there's always the chance that my presumptions are perfectly correct, but there's also the strong chance that they're totally not. Lately, I've really been noticing all those mistakes that I've made in this regard over the last couple of years.
I don't really remember actually meeting the friends I had in middle school, so I don't really remember what I thought of them before they were my friends. What I do remember, however, is one of the first girls I met in high school. Well, she really wasn't one of the first that I met, so much as she was one of the first that I actually talked to. Let's call her Sempai. The first time I saw her was during one of my early visits to Art Club. She had a drawing out that she was working on, and when I glanced at it, one thing was quite obviously clear was that she was much better than I was at the time (in terms of artwork, that is). From that alone, I decided that she must be stuck up about her work ("who does she think she is, thinking that she's better than I am?"). When another girl at our table (let's call her April) asked for someone, anyone, to sketch her a copy of the picture she had so she could color it, the two of us took up the challenge (though neither of us actually said it out loud, so at first I didn't even know that I had competition). I finished the drawing first, and April happily took it. That's when I noticed that Sempai was actually drawing the same thing! She was only about halfway done, but at the same time her drawing had a certain level of skill that my simple little sketch simply didn't have. April, of course, was perfectly happy to have a second drawing to color, and thanked us both. I acted, as I often do, that it was great that she had gotten two drawings! But deep inside I had already decided that the two of us, Sempai and I, were clearly rivals (I had been playing much too much pokemon I think). Other than art club, I never really saw Sempai though, so I didn't really have much time to practice my rival-ness. She did, however, start to show up everywhere a couple months later. She passed my lunch table every day on the way to her own, which I had never really noticed her doing until my best friend Fox started saying hi to her every day. She never joined our table, but the two of them had obviously become friends. Then I started to notice that she was also there every Sunday at CT. I was confused, but really just figured that she had always been there and I had simply never noticed before. So she kept showing up in my life and I just... kind of ignored her. To be honest, I don't really remember when that started to change. I do remember that by the next year, when we learned that we had Honors Algebra 2 together, we were the best of friends. My assumption, of course, had totally missed the mark, She was nice, friendly, had an excellent sense of humor, and was always willing to help anyone that needed it. She's now my number one best friend in the world, and I've simply gotten over the fact that some people are better than me at art. Really, my problem was just that I'm secretly super competitive and I hate to lose at anything, which I must say sometimes makes it quite hard to make friends.
That was the happy story. I do also have some not-so-happy ones. See, I have this major issue with love blinding me to every fault of whomever the unfortunate person is that I'm crushing on. I think I have, at least a bit, outgrown this bad habit (though I'm sure I'll never totally escape it), but this factor presented itself most adamantly my sophomore year, on the first day of school, when I saw a certain boy standing at my bus stop (let's call him James). He had long blond hair, a body as tall and wide as the tree branch that fell off our tree when that almost-hurricane struck a couple years ago. It pains me to say it, but if he still looked like that, I may still be working hard trying to suppress my feelings for him. Anyway, at school I started finding every excuse I could to pass by his table during lunch, or even sit down and have a conversation with April who, conveniently, sat at the same table he did. I don't know what hints he picked up on, but he just came up from the back of the bus one day to sit beside me (oh gawd that made my stomache flip the first time that happened). He started to do that once or twice a week, and then more regularly, until he was eventually sitting next to me every day. I was head-over-heels in love and since this was the first day a guy had ever responded to my feelings in any way other than to go "Oh God why me" and run off (thank you, Jesse), I really didn't know quite how to react. So I just kind of... let him in, One day he jsut simply followed me home and said "I'm gonna hang out at your house today." and I said "uh, what?" because it had been windy, and I though he had said he was gonna walk with me to my house. So yes, I was a little surprised when he walked in with me. This became a habit of his, to the point where, if he didn't come home with me, I would freak a little and wonder why and if he didn't like me (that's actually a regular thing I do- I'm a little people-reliant). We just kept getting closer from then on. He kept coming over, and eating my food and playing on our computer, especially to talk to his girlfriend. He used my iTunes, and when he got an iPod, he just synced it to my computer, since he didn't have one. I found myself spending al my money on whatever he wanted to get (especially at homechurch, if we had food money, I was buying and he was eating). Sempai, by this time my very best friend, constantly warned me about him. That he was a mooch that there was just something not quite right about him, that he's a a little emo wussy boy, and so on. It took me a year and a half to get the message, though I did get it eventually. Things still aren't back to the way they were before I met him. He still comes over and sleeps on my couch and eats my food, but at the same time, I've finally stood up for myself. i don't drive him to band practice or to meet with his girlfriend. I don't let him watch whatever he wants if I'm downstairs, and I especially don't let him get control of the radio. I need my radio.
That was the painful story. The one I don't like to talk about. Now, onto the new one! The new person in my life that I've actually written this whole post in order to get to! See, there's this kid that I've seen around school since Freshman year though, like so many people, I had always figured he was a year ahead of me (let's call him Jacob and hope Caitlin never reads this). Jacob always struck me as, how can I put this... a douche bag (wow, that looks horrible on print. Using the word verbally is a lot more kind than typing it). He had blond hair freshman year, always a little long and a little flippy. He also always wore this jacket that, although I know it had a bunch of colors on it and had a plaid pattern, I only ever remember as being yellow. He was one of those kids. You know, the ones that are total stoners, drinkers, smokers, etc. and want to show it off, as if it makes them all cool. April always hung with that group, even after she stopped doing what they were doing. I knew of a lot of people in that group and although I never knew any of them personally, my friends often did, and were never too pleased with them, in one way or another. At some point during Junior year, Jacob dyed his hair black and, although I had never interacted with him in the slightest, my judgement grew. He not only hung with those kids, he now looked like them too. I mean sure, I find black hair paired with pale skin pretty gosh darn cute, but I kind of lose interest in anyone that dresses the way he does just to fit in, which is what it seemed Jacob was doing. To be honest, I still have no clue what the reason behind that was, but there are a few circumstances that have changed surrounding him and myself. First, is the fact that the two of us have early release. Second is that he doesn't have a car (or a license). Finally third is that the one thing we seem to have in common is Sempai. She came to me on the second day of school this year and asked if I might be willing to drive a friend of hers home. He was cute. I accepted. Okay, my judgement isn't always the best, but for the record, I was pretty sure I could trust him since it was Sempai introducing us. He told me it was a one time thing, and when I said yes, he straight out hugged me. Now, I am so not used to that. I don't have that many guy friends, but the one thing that they all have learned (or just never tried) is that I don't do guy hugs. They make me feel so awkward, and I do that partly because I know for a fact that if I hug the guy I like, my face will go as red as my phone. So, hugs? I haven't gotten one from a guy for at least half a year. I was totally not expecting it. I'm also pretty sure that Caitlyn noticed my magically color changing face, but I'm not sure, and I don't want to reinforce her "must get Emily a boyfriend" behavior. Anyway, turns out Jacob lives just one neighborhood over from me, so he's basically on the way if I'm going home. It was a little awkward alone in the car with him (I don't talk a lot unless I know you, and he just didn't always have something to say), but at the same time it was kind of nice. Peaceful. He talked about how nice the weather was, and how he loved hanging out outside (Sempai had told me that he loved bunnies). He wasn't the lazy no-good freak I had made him out to be. He also isn't as dumb as must of his friends, which I know because he was in Sempai's AP Government class last year. Two days later, he shot me a text to ask if I could drive him home on a regular basis, because he hates "sitting around 8th period when [he] could just get a ride." I was perfectly okay with this, and I showed Caitlyn. We were sitting at our before-school table and she made all kinds of awww motions and gestures. I was disgusted (partly because yes he is cute, and partly because I feel like she wants me to get a boyfriend really badly (so she and I can double date) that I tihnk sometimes she sees signals that aren't there. So anyway, she was making the hand motions of "aww" and everything, and suddenly she says "maybe s=he's watching you to see when you text him back" and I get a bad feeling and I look around and he is sitting two tables away looking in my direction. I was like, "Caitlyn. You die now." I planned to say, if he asked later, that she was talking about her boyfriend at the time, but thankfully he never asked. I replied sure to his message. He's only got study hall for one Semester, and of course he has no problem with me staying on eighth period to get math help and stuff (I'm not doing the James thing all over again. I'm tired of being a slave). But I mean, the rides home now put a real positive spin on my day. He brings his brother with him, and sometimes someone else, and they all talk about subjects that I think are absolutely hilarious to listen to. Today they talked about Magic (the gathering), and the tournament they were going to play. Caitlyn also tells me he's an Anime kind of guy too. I swear, the guys Sempai finds... So he's great. He's fun to listen to. He's cute. He's super skinny (I could tell when he hugged me). Everyone at my morning table want me to date him. All of them. Well actually, Carrie was on my side, but everyone else. Geez. I mean, first of all, he's got some, ahem, bad habits. I'm not impressionable enough to pick them up or anything stupid like that, but I like talking to guys while they can still understand what I'm saying. Second, he's atheist. I feel like it wouldn't really affect my faith, but it would still be hard to deal with sometimes. I'm also pretty sure that he gets waaaay more intimate with his girlfriends than I care to go. But gawd, that doesn't make me crush on im any less or anything. I've started to daydream about him once or twice, which means I'm definitely in full-on crush mode (I can still count the number of guys I've daydreamed about on my fingers. There aren't that many of them). I just hope Caitlyn never finds out that i really do like him, because she'll never let me hear the end of it. SHe already wont, actually.
So I got super off topic there, I didn't plan on it. I really didn't. Oh well. It's just a weakness I guess.
I don't really remember actually meeting the friends I had in middle school, so I don't really remember what I thought of them before they were my friends. What I do remember, however, is one of the first girls I met in high school. Well, she really wasn't one of the first that I met, so much as she was one of the first that I actually talked to. Let's call her Sempai. The first time I saw her was during one of my early visits to Art Club. She had a drawing out that she was working on, and when I glanced at it, one thing was quite obviously clear was that she was much better than I was at the time (in terms of artwork, that is). From that alone, I decided that she must be stuck up about her work ("who does she think she is, thinking that she's better than I am?"). When another girl at our table (let's call her April) asked for someone, anyone, to sketch her a copy of the picture she had so she could color it, the two of us took up the challenge (though neither of us actually said it out loud, so at first I didn't even know that I had competition). I finished the drawing first, and April happily took it. That's when I noticed that Sempai was actually drawing the same thing! She was only about halfway done, but at the same time her drawing had a certain level of skill that my simple little sketch simply didn't have. April, of course, was perfectly happy to have a second drawing to color, and thanked us both. I acted, as I often do, that it was great that she had gotten two drawings! But deep inside I had already decided that the two of us, Sempai and I, were clearly rivals (I had been playing much too much pokemon I think). Other than art club, I never really saw Sempai though, so I didn't really have much time to practice my rival-ness. She did, however, start to show up everywhere a couple months later. She passed my lunch table every day on the way to her own, which I had never really noticed her doing until my best friend Fox started saying hi to her every day. She never joined our table, but the two of them had obviously become friends. Then I started to notice that she was also there every Sunday at CT. I was confused, but really just figured that she had always been there and I had simply never noticed before. So she kept showing up in my life and I just... kind of ignored her. To be honest, I don't really remember when that started to change. I do remember that by the next year, when we learned that we had Honors Algebra 2 together, we were the best of friends. My assumption, of course, had totally missed the mark, She was nice, friendly, had an excellent sense of humor, and was always willing to help anyone that needed it. She's now my number one best friend in the world, and I've simply gotten over the fact that some people are better than me at art. Really, my problem was just that I'm secretly super competitive and I hate to lose at anything, which I must say sometimes makes it quite hard to make friends.
That was the happy story. I do also have some not-so-happy ones. See, I have this major issue with love blinding me to every fault of whomever the unfortunate person is that I'm crushing on. I think I have, at least a bit, outgrown this bad habit (though I'm sure I'll never totally escape it), but this factor presented itself most adamantly my sophomore year, on the first day of school, when I saw a certain boy standing at my bus stop (let's call him James). He had long blond hair, a body as tall and wide as the tree branch that fell off our tree when that almost-hurricane struck a couple years ago. It pains me to say it, but if he still looked like that, I may still be working hard trying to suppress my feelings for him. Anyway, at school I started finding every excuse I could to pass by his table during lunch, or even sit down and have a conversation with April who, conveniently, sat at the same table he did. I don't know what hints he picked up on, but he just came up from the back of the bus one day to sit beside me (oh gawd that made my stomache flip the first time that happened). He started to do that once or twice a week, and then more regularly, until he was eventually sitting next to me every day. I was head-over-heels in love and since this was the first day a guy had ever responded to my feelings in any way other than to go "Oh God why me" and run off (thank you, Jesse), I really didn't know quite how to react. So I just kind of... let him in, One day he jsut simply followed me home and said "I'm gonna hang out at your house today." and I said "uh, what?" because it had been windy, and I though he had said he was gonna walk with me to my house. So yes, I was a little surprised when he walked in with me. This became a habit of his, to the point where, if he didn't come home with me, I would freak a little and wonder why and if he didn't like me (that's actually a regular thing I do- I'm a little people-reliant). We just kept getting closer from then on. He kept coming over, and eating my food and playing on our computer, especially to talk to his girlfriend. He used my iTunes, and when he got an iPod, he just synced it to my computer, since he didn't have one. I found myself spending al my money on whatever he wanted to get (especially at homechurch, if we had food money, I was buying and he was eating). Sempai, by this time my very best friend, constantly warned me about him. That he was a mooch that there was just something not quite right about him, that he's a a little emo wussy boy, and so on. It took me a year and a half to get the message, though I did get it eventually. Things still aren't back to the way they were before I met him. He still comes over and sleeps on my couch and eats my food, but at the same time, I've finally stood up for myself. i don't drive him to band practice or to meet with his girlfriend. I don't let him watch whatever he wants if I'm downstairs, and I especially don't let him get control of the radio. I need my radio.
That was the painful story. The one I don't like to talk about. Now, onto the new one! The new person in my life that I've actually written this whole post in order to get to! See, there's this kid that I've seen around school since Freshman year though, like so many people, I had always figured he was a year ahead of me (let's call him Jacob and hope Caitlin never reads this). Jacob always struck me as, how can I put this... a douche bag (wow, that looks horrible on print. Using the word verbally is a lot more kind than typing it). He had blond hair freshman year, always a little long and a little flippy. He also always wore this jacket that, although I know it had a bunch of colors on it and had a plaid pattern, I only ever remember as being yellow. He was one of those kids. You know, the ones that are total stoners, drinkers, smokers, etc. and want to show it off, as if it makes them all cool. April always hung with that group, even after she stopped doing what they were doing. I knew of a lot of people in that group and although I never knew any of them personally, my friends often did, and were never too pleased with them, in one way or another. At some point during Junior year, Jacob dyed his hair black and, although I had never interacted with him in the slightest, my judgement grew. He not only hung with those kids, he now looked like them too. I mean sure, I find black hair paired with pale skin pretty gosh darn cute, but I kind of lose interest in anyone that dresses the way he does just to fit in, which is what it seemed Jacob was doing. To be honest, I still have no clue what the reason behind that was, but there are a few circumstances that have changed surrounding him and myself. First, is the fact that the two of us have early release. Second is that he doesn't have a car (or a license). Finally third is that the one thing we seem to have in common is Sempai. She came to me on the second day of school this year and asked if I might be willing to drive a friend of hers home. He was cute. I accepted. Okay, my judgement isn't always the best, but for the record, I was pretty sure I could trust him since it was Sempai introducing us. He told me it was a one time thing, and when I said yes, he straight out hugged me. Now, I am so not used to that. I don't have that many guy friends, but the one thing that they all have learned (or just never tried) is that I don't do guy hugs. They make me feel so awkward, and I do that partly because I know for a fact that if I hug the guy I like, my face will go as red as my phone. So, hugs? I haven't gotten one from a guy for at least half a year. I was totally not expecting it. I'm also pretty sure that Caitlyn noticed my magically color changing face, but I'm not sure, and I don't want to reinforce her "must get Emily a boyfriend" behavior. Anyway, turns out Jacob lives just one neighborhood over from me, so he's basically on the way if I'm going home. It was a little awkward alone in the car with him (I don't talk a lot unless I know you, and he just didn't always have something to say), but at the same time it was kind of nice. Peaceful. He talked about how nice the weather was, and how he loved hanging out outside (Sempai had told me that he loved bunnies). He wasn't the lazy no-good freak I had made him out to be. He also isn't as dumb as must of his friends, which I know because he was in Sempai's AP Government class last year. Two days later, he shot me a text to ask if I could drive him home on a regular basis, because he hates "sitting around 8th period when [he] could just get a ride." I was perfectly okay with this, and I showed Caitlyn. We were sitting at our before-school table and she made all kinds of awww motions and gestures. I was disgusted (partly because yes he is cute, and partly because I feel like she wants me to get a boyfriend really badly (so she and I can double date) that I tihnk sometimes she sees signals that aren't there. So anyway, she was making the hand motions of "aww" and everything, and suddenly she says "maybe s=he's watching you to see when you text him back" and I get a bad feeling and I look around and he is sitting two tables away looking in my direction. I was like, "Caitlyn. You die now." I planned to say, if he asked later, that she was talking about her boyfriend at the time, but thankfully he never asked. I replied sure to his message. He's only got study hall for one Semester, and of course he has no problem with me staying on eighth period to get math help and stuff (I'm not doing the James thing all over again. I'm tired of being a slave). But I mean, the rides home now put a real positive spin on my day. He brings his brother with him, and sometimes someone else, and they all talk about subjects that I think are absolutely hilarious to listen to. Today they talked about Magic (the gathering), and the tournament they were going to play. Caitlyn also tells me he's an Anime kind of guy too. I swear, the guys Sempai finds... So he's great. He's fun to listen to. He's cute. He's super skinny (I could tell when he hugged me). Everyone at my morning table want me to date him. All of them. Well actually, Carrie was on my side, but everyone else. Geez. I mean, first of all, he's got some, ahem, bad habits. I'm not impressionable enough to pick them up or anything stupid like that, but I like talking to guys while they can still understand what I'm saying. Second, he's atheist. I feel like it wouldn't really affect my faith, but it would still be hard to deal with sometimes. I'm also pretty sure that he gets waaaay more intimate with his girlfriends than I care to go. But gawd, that doesn't make me crush on im any less or anything. I've started to daydream about him once or twice, which means I'm definitely in full-on crush mode (I can still count the number of guys I've daydreamed about on my fingers. There aren't that many of them). I just hope Caitlyn never finds out that i really do like him, because she'll never let me hear the end of it. SHe already wont, actually.
So I got super off topic there, I didn't plan on it. I really didn't. Oh well. It's just a weakness I guess.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Senior Year
First day of school; does it really decide the rest of the year?
First period was AP Calculus which, thankfully, I have with Alyssa. She sits in the front right corner, and I sit one to her left. I'm glad I have it with Alyssa, especially after not having math with anyone close to me last year. Mr. Huler seems like a nice guy, no matter what people say about him (he's dyslexic!). We took the first-day test that everyone has been getting told about since Algebra 2, and it was easy! I was the first one done, of course. I always am. In the rebric, it states that Mr. Huler requires us to come in on two days when we don't have school! How cool is that?
Second period was study hall with Mr. Payne. Maybe this is just me, but I don't really like Mr. Payne. His only job is as a study hall teacher, and he takes it way too seriously. He already had a seating chart arranged for us when we came in, and I sat, of course, in the middle of a bunch of over-talkative students that don't want to be in school. I had the class with Caitlyn, Ben, Joe, and Kaila, but I wasn't allowed to sit near any of them! I'm switching out of his class and into Mrs. Kiko's room during her Drawing 2 class starting tomorrow. Seriously looking forward to it.
Third period is Psychology with Miss Motts (excuse me, I mean Miss Mats). I love the class, I love the teacher (she reminds me of the computer geek from Warehouse 13). I cant wait to learn all that there is to learn, and she says that if we want she can tudor us starting 2nd semester to take the AP Psychology test! How awesome is that? The only real problem with this class is the people in it... Not only is there Luis (the freak from my Spanish 2 class), but I ended up sitting at a set of tables with Stephanie, who, I know from experience, will never. Shut. Up. I just hope that Miss Mats never thinks that I'm the one talking.
Fourth period is my lunch period again. Today I sat at a table with Alyssa, Caitlyn, Chrissie, and Sammy. It's an absolutely wonderful beautiful combination of friends, and I couldn't ask for more. I just hope to high heaven that none of them move tables.
Fifth period is painting 2, the most heavenly class of the year. Mrs. Kiko (I'm gonna call her mrs from now on because she really did get married!) knows all of us, we all know each other, and it just seems like such a perfect combination of people in this class! Our first assignment is to bring in our iPod (or mp3 player) and create a piece based on 30 seconds of a song. Unbelievably incredible, that's what this class is. Plus, Dareen will soon join us too, and everyone knows that no class is complete without Dareen!
Sixth period is AP Lit. Not really sure how I feel about this class. So far I don't really like it because, although I love Chrissy, Emily sits to my left and I just know that this will lead in bad directions. Plus, the rest of the class is the closest that Westerville Central comes to those bubbly airheads we all hear about. Also, in the back sits a certain Jacob Coate who always seems just a little too full of himself. Mrs. Cargin seems nice enough, but I can never seem to quite understand what she's trying to say, like today when we were supposed to e having a discussion and I wasn't sure what on. We'll see what direction this moves in.
Seventh period is Honors Physics with Mr. Hunt. Originally I was a little upset that I didn't get Mr. Alexander, but Mr. Hunt is actually pretty cool. He grew up as a missionary kid in Nigeria, and he seems like one of those guys that never quite grew up. We didn't actually do anything with physics today, instead we all wrote out a list of seven items and why they describe us. No one I'm good friends with is in the class, but I'm hoping to score a seat in the middle where I can ignore everyone else and just pay attention to schoolwork.
Eighth period was a study hall, and I went in to get my study hall teacher sign my sheet for early release. While she was doing so, she mentioned that I should just leave afterward, there's no reason for me to stay. So I went downstair to turn in the sheets at the office (with around 20 other people doing the same thing), and the lady working the office was obviously in a mood, because when the girl in front of me handed her the paper and asked if she could just leave, the woman said "No, why would you think that?" in a who do you think you are kind of voice. Seriously? I think I'm the girl about to hand you her early release papers so I can freaking leave. Thankfully, the tall guy in front of me happened to mention that his study hall teacher had just told him to leave after he turned in his papers, so the lady responded "well, if your teacher told you you can, then you can leave." These people have had too long a day. You can tell.
First period was AP Calculus which, thankfully, I have with Alyssa. She sits in the front right corner, and I sit one to her left. I'm glad I have it with Alyssa, especially after not having math with anyone close to me last year. Mr. Huler seems like a nice guy, no matter what people say about him (he's dyslexic!). We took the first-day test that everyone has been getting told about since Algebra 2, and it was easy! I was the first one done, of course. I always am. In the rebric, it states that Mr. Huler requires us to come in on two days when we don't have school! How cool is that?
Second period was study hall with Mr. Payne. Maybe this is just me, but I don't really like Mr. Payne. His only job is as a study hall teacher, and he takes it way too seriously. He already had a seating chart arranged for us when we came in, and I sat, of course, in the middle of a bunch of over-talkative students that don't want to be in school. I had the class with Caitlyn, Ben, Joe, and Kaila, but I wasn't allowed to sit near any of them! I'm switching out of his class and into Mrs. Kiko's room during her Drawing 2 class starting tomorrow. Seriously looking forward to it.
Third period is Psychology with Miss Motts (excuse me, I mean Miss Mats). I love the class, I love the teacher (she reminds me of the computer geek from Warehouse 13). I cant wait to learn all that there is to learn, and she says that if we want she can tudor us starting 2nd semester to take the AP Psychology test! How awesome is that? The only real problem with this class is the people in it... Not only is there Luis (the freak from my Spanish 2 class), but I ended up sitting at a set of tables with Stephanie, who, I know from experience, will never. Shut. Up. I just hope that Miss Mats never thinks that I'm the one talking.
Fourth period is my lunch period again. Today I sat at a table with Alyssa, Caitlyn, Chrissie, and Sammy. It's an absolutely wonderful beautiful combination of friends, and I couldn't ask for more. I just hope to high heaven that none of them move tables.
Fifth period is painting 2, the most heavenly class of the year. Mrs. Kiko (I'm gonna call her mrs from now on because she really did get married!) knows all of us, we all know each other, and it just seems like such a perfect combination of people in this class! Our first assignment is to bring in our iPod (or mp3 player) and create a piece based on 30 seconds of a song. Unbelievably incredible, that's what this class is. Plus, Dareen will soon join us too, and everyone knows that no class is complete without Dareen!
Sixth period is AP Lit. Not really sure how I feel about this class. So far I don't really like it because, although I love Chrissy, Emily sits to my left and I just know that this will lead in bad directions. Plus, the rest of the class is the closest that Westerville Central comes to those bubbly airheads we all hear about. Also, in the back sits a certain Jacob Coate who always seems just a little too full of himself. Mrs. Cargin seems nice enough, but I can never seem to quite understand what she's trying to say, like today when we were supposed to e having a discussion and I wasn't sure what on. We'll see what direction this moves in.
Seventh period is Honors Physics with Mr. Hunt. Originally I was a little upset that I didn't get Mr. Alexander, but Mr. Hunt is actually pretty cool. He grew up as a missionary kid in Nigeria, and he seems like one of those guys that never quite grew up. We didn't actually do anything with physics today, instead we all wrote out a list of seven items and why they describe us. No one I'm good friends with is in the class, but I'm hoping to score a seat in the middle where I can ignore everyone else and just pay attention to schoolwork.
Eighth period was a study hall, and I went in to get my study hall teacher sign my sheet for early release. While she was doing so, she mentioned that I should just leave afterward, there's no reason for me to stay. So I went downstair to turn in the sheets at the office (with around 20 other people doing the same thing), and the lady working the office was obviously in a mood, because when the girl in front of me handed her the paper and asked if she could just leave, the woman said "No, why would you think that?" in a who do you think you are kind of voice. Seriously? I think I'm the girl about to hand you her early release papers so I can freaking leave. Thankfully, the tall guy in front of me happened to mention that his study hall teacher had just told him to leave after he turned in his papers, so the lady responded "well, if your teacher told you you can, then you can leave." These people have had too long a day. You can tell.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Mineshua Part 1
There is a town called Mineshua. This town is hard to get to, but once someone finds a way, they never want to leave. It's a busy town; hustling and bustling every day no matter what the weather. It's a small place, small enough that almost no one drives cars because no one needs to go all that far, and when they do they simply take the subway.
In a little corner of Mineshua, slightly off the well worn path that is the shopping district, is one of the most well hidden little houses in town. Stuck at the end of a well worn path, the house seems to have been pushed aside to make way for larger, grander houses that dot the land on either side. The little house is in perfectly plain view, yet looking in its direction, most would simply pass their gaze over it, small and insignificant as it is.
This house is the Portraiture House.
In a little corner of Mineshua, slightly off the well worn path that is the shopping district, is one of the most well hidden little houses in town. Stuck at the end of a well worn path, the house seems to have been pushed aside to make way for larger, grander houses that dot the land on either side. The little house is in perfectly plain view, yet looking in its direction, most would simply pass their gaze over it, small and insignificant as it is.
This house is the Portraiture House.
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