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Well, a nice summary of my week and the funnies I beat out of life.
On Saturday, my dad comes home from Vietnam after saying otherwise.
His hair is blowing heroically in the wind, he turns away dramatically and hands us a packet titled "My Will" and says, "I'm going to Vietnam... forever!"
On Sunday, the first thing he does is drive to the Vietnamese mall and buys $85 dollars in Vietnamese sausage (and some awesome spiced beef jerky)... to send to his sister in Vietnam? Yeah, I didn't quite understand that either.
On Monday, nothing much happens.
On Tuesday, I fed some of this awesome spiced beef jerky to my friend, who promptly got a migraine and went home. T'was a lonely sixth period.
On Wednesday, my sick friend comes bounding in and says, "It was your beef jerky that gave me the headache! I looked it up and one of the symptoms of an excess of MSG!" Apparently, his mother had been trying to feed him a low-MSG diet. A bad thing... or lack thereof? He ate about two pieces. I ate like... 3/4 of it. And nothing happened to me. So, there guys. Think smallpox in the early Americas. No immunity = knocked dead at the first sign.
On Thursday, I was walking with some of my friends to PE and a guy behind us taps on Michael's shoulder and goes, "Hey ladies!" Michael turns around. "Oshi-" Oh, the follies of long hair and looking like a woman from behind! We had a good laugh at the guy's expense.
On Friday, I wallowed in depression and tried to prepare for today's debate tournament.
Today, I realized how much I was accustomed to the city. The school that we competed at is in the hills. There are absolutely no street lights up there, so it was dark as hell, and I'm running mazes up there looking for the right streets. My mom was like, "WTFUX. WHY IS A SCHOOL ALL THE WAY UP HERE?" On another note, I know for sure I won my second round. First, I'm sure I lost. Third is sort of split. The kids at Saratoga (school the competition is at) told me there were only three African American and three Latin American kids out of 1,000 students. I was like... "Wut! Our school is like, 90% black and Mexican!" Talk about culture shock.
Someone came up to me after hearing me talk about our schools and asked me if I was from Milpitas High.
"Uh, yeah. I am."
"Is it ghetto like I hear?"
"... er... yes."
Our reputation, as I have learned, is trash. Peace, guys.
On Saturday, my dad comes home from Vietnam after saying otherwise.
His hair is blowing heroically in the wind, he turns away dramatically and hands us a packet titled "My Will" and says, "I'm going to Vietnam... forever!"
On Sunday, the first thing he does is drive to the Vietnamese mall and buys $85 dollars in Vietnamese sausage (and some awesome spiced beef jerky)... to send to his sister in Vietnam? Yeah, I didn't quite understand that either.
On Monday, nothing much happens.
On Tuesday, I fed some of this awesome spiced beef jerky to my friend, who promptly got a migraine and went home. T'was a lonely sixth period.
On Wednesday, my sick friend comes bounding in and says, "It was your beef jerky that gave me the headache! I looked it up and one of the symptoms of an excess of MSG!" Apparently, his mother had been trying to feed him a low-MSG diet. A bad thing... or lack thereof? He ate about two pieces. I ate like... 3/4 of it. And nothing happened to me. So, there guys. Think smallpox in the early Americas. No immunity = knocked dead at the first sign.
On Thursday, I was walking with some of my friends to PE and a guy behind us taps on Michael's shoulder and goes, "Hey ladies!" Michael turns around. "Oshi-" Oh, the follies of long hair and looking like a woman from behind! We had a good laugh at the guy's expense.
On Friday, I wallowed in depression and tried to prepare for today's debate tournament.
Today, I realized how much I was accustomed to the city. The school that we competed at is in the hills. There are absolutely no street lights up there, so it was dark as hell, and I'm running mazes up there looking for the right streets. My mom was like, "WTFUX. WHY IS A SCHOOL ALL THE WAY UP HERE?" On another note, I know for sure I won my second round. First, I'm sure I lost. Third is sort of split. The kids at Saratoga (school the competition is at) told me there were only three African American and three Latin American kids out of 1,000 students. I was like... "Wut! Our school is like, 90% black and Mexican!" Talk about culture shock.
Someone came up to me after hearing me talk about our schools and asked me if I was from Milpitas High.
"Uh, yeah. I am."
"Is it ghetto like I hear?"
"... er... yes."
Our reputation, as I have learned, is trash. Peace, guys.