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ack, I still have chem HW and a math test tomorrow, so so much for the no HW night. I didn't do any HW last night, so I guess I've already gotten my day off.
Watched the games today, but they didnt turn out to be as photographically promsing as I'd hoped. I may have gotten a few good ones, but my super-powerful lens wasnt as super-powerful as I'd remembered, so I didnt get the shots as close as I had envisioned. But I think the afternoon had a pretty nice mental-health value, even if I did almost freeze my legs off and get almost get whacked with a baseball twice.
Farily boring day. I had high hopes for it too, considering the first thought I had this morning in the first second of my consciousness was "IT'S TODAY." (senior leadership, for dummies). I think I may have dreamed about it again last night, but I dont know for sure. Anyway, upon getting to school, I found that lots of people had the "feeling" too. So I spent all first period freaking out (Jordan not helping by freezing every few minutes and going "YOU HEAR THAT???" But by second period, I figured out it was waaaaaay too early still, especially considering the size of our grade and how many new jobs they'll have to create. But after almost passing out in math class first period (Beautiful Mind Day!), I kinda realized how stupid it is to be that worked up about it before the bells actually ring. I don't think I'll freak myself out again until I hear those dreaded bells. Then I'll throw up on whoever's next me.
The sound of the real bells has always freaked me out. Ever since I was seven, when I hear them, I automatically get kinda scared for a split second. I think its from when that kid died when we were in 3rd grade. I didn't know that kid or anything, none of us did, but its sorta scary when you're seven to have all these people running around crying and to have all these random memorial services and impromptu rememberances. I was pretty upset by it for some reason, I remember, and I remember the kids classmates ringing the bell that morning and the whole school filing into the chapel and everyone in that class crying and the teachers breaking the news to the rest of the school. It was a pretty big deal then. And I think now it still does because in the back of my mind, I'm absolutely terrified of them ringing the bell and telling everyone someone died. Especailly someone from my class. I think I'd die too.
ANYWAY, going to watch the news and then do my chem HW and study for math.
PS- I HAVE to take precalc next year. Gah!!
Watched the games today, but they didnt turn out to be as photographically promsing as I'd hoped. I may have gotten a few good ones, but my super-powerful lens wasnt as super-powerful as I'd remembered, so I didnt get the shots as close as I had envisioned. But I think the afternoon had a pretty nice mental-health value, even if I did almost freeze my legs off and get almost get whacked with a baseball twice.
Farily boring day. I had high hopes for it too, considering the first thought I had this morning in the first second of my consciousness was "IT'S TODAY." (senior leadership, for dummies). I think I may have dreamed about it again last night, but I dont know for sure. Anyway, upon getting to school, I found that lots of people had the "feeling" too. So I spent all first period freaking out (Jordan not helping by freezing every few minutes and going "YOU HEAR THAT???" But by second period, I figured out it was waaaaaay too early still, especially considering the size of our grade and how many new jobs they'll have to create. But after almost passing out in math class first period (Beautiful Mind Day!), I kinda realized how stupid it is to be that worked up about it before the bells actually ring. I don't think I'll freak myself out again until I hear those dreaded bells. Then I'll throw up on whoever's next me.
The sound of the real bells has always freaked me out. Ever since I was seven, when I hear them, I automatically get kinda scared for a split second. I think its from when that kid died when we were in 3rd grade. I didn't know that kid or anything, none of us did, but its sorta scary when you're seven to have all these people running around crying and to have all these random memorial services and impromptu rememberances. I was pretty upset by it for some reason, I remember, and I remember the kids classmates ringing the bell that morning and the whole school filing into the chapel and everyone in that class crying and the teachers breaking the news to the rest of the school. It was a pretty big deal then. And I think now it still does because in the back of my mind, I'm absolutely terrified of them ringing the bell and telling everyone someone died. Especailly someone from my class. I think I'd die too.
ANYWAY, going to watch the news and then do my chem HW and study for math.
PS- I HAVE to take precalc next year. Gah!!