we'll crucify the insincere tonight
As Mondays go, today was not too bad. The entirety of first period was spent watching Ms. Grassia and two sophomore boys (or maybe they were juniors, I can't keep all of them straight) attempt to make vegetarian chili, which was fairly entertaining. And then second period was French, in which we did nothing of consequence besides finish our quizzes because Mme. McGraime couldn't figure out how to work the language lab machines. It was funny actually, we spent at least five minutes sitting there in silence with our headphones on before somebody bothered to ask if we were supposed to be hearing something. Anyway, uh...third period we all went to an assembly, which bummed me out at first because I was pumped for AP Gov. But actually, it was the best assembly I've ever been to...which, granted, isn't saying much, but honestly, that was the most involved I've ever seen the D-S kids in any assembly ever. Including pep rallies. This guy named Mike Fowlin came in and acted out all these different high schooler perspectives, and in each persona he adopted he described what tough things they had to deal with every day. He acted out...let's see...a six-year-old with ADHD, a gay football player, a girl who got suspended and was forced to see a psychiatrist by her parents because she got in a fight with a guy in her class over the guy/girl hooking up double standard, a white kid who got stopped by the cops because he was dressed like a goth in a trench coat and they thought he was another Columbine kid, a Hispanic whose mother was dead and whose father beat him and who was suicidal until he found a mentor in his English teacher and later grew up to become and English teacher like her, and...I think that's it. It was pretty amazing. And he was funny, too--when he first got up on stage, he was talking in a Jamaican accent (he's black), doing his intro spiel and such, and then all of the sudden he switched to his normal voice with an American accent. Anyway, I got to talk to him when the assembly was over, and I told him to read "Born Confused" by Tanuja Desai Hidier (don't ask how we got on the subject of books, it's kind of a long story) and he suggested that I read this book "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera.
So by the time that was over, both third and fourth period were over. And um...then was Calculus...gah. We got our tests back. And that's all I have to say about that.
And thennnn I got to miss English (it absolutely kills me that missing English class makes me happy now...I want my Potts back!) so that I could go to the meeting thingy with the Brown representative who came to our school. The meeting was pretty boring, it was basically yet another info session, but apparently the reps who come to our school are the ones who read our applications, so I guess it's good to meet them before they decide whether or not we get in? I don't know.
Anyhoo. I went to the library after school to get that Kundera book, and this woman who was in front of me in line to check out books waited for me in the parking lot and asked me if I lived in Sherborn. I said yeah, kind of afraid for my life, and she was like, "Do you babysit? What grade are you in?" I told her that I did when I have time (which is never, consequentially), and she told me that she thought I looked nice and they were looking for a new babysitter, so could we exchange numbers?
Only in Sherborn.
And I got my senior pictures in the mail today. They look okay...I dunno, I always feel awkward looking at pictures of myself, but oh well. I'll leave it up to everyone else to decide which one to put in.
And now Calc homework. Rawr.
So by the time that was over, both third and fourth period were over. And um...then was Calculus...gah. We got our tests back. And that's all I have to say about that.
And thennnn I got to miss English (it absolutely kills me that missing English class makes me happy now...I want my Potts back!) so that I could go to the meeting thingy with the Brown representative who came to our school. The meeting was pretty boring, it was basically yet another info session, but apparently the reps who come to our school are the ones who read our applications, so I guess it's good to meet them before they decide whether or not we get in? I don't know.
Anyhoo. I went to the library after school to get that Kundera book, and this woman who was in front of me in line to check out books waited for me in the parking lot and asked me if I lived in Sherborn. I said yeah, kind of afraid for my life, and she was like, "Do you babysit? What grade are you in?" I told her that I did when I have time (which is never, consequentially), and she told me that she thought I looked nice and they were looking for a new babysitter, so could we exchange numbers?
Only in Sherborn.
And I got my senior pictures in the mail today. They look okay...I dunno, I always feel awkward looking at pictures of myself, but oh well. I'll leave it up to everyone else to decide which one to put in.
And now Calc homework. Rawr.