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Well, overall, today was a good day for me. At school today, I had my Wayne State on-site, and was accepted! WHOOP! I'd wanted to go to Wayne State ever since Freshman year when Mr. Miller told me that I could do my Engineering, and be in the CONCERT band without such trifles as the Marching band. I can now start to rack up some Financial Aid (january), and apply for some scholarships. There's an Open House on the 11th, and the guy said that there will be a raffle and the winner will recieve one FREE year of college! Wow.
Last night was hell, and when I got home, I started fuming. Not good. Unlike Nelson and Craig, I am incapable of releasing much anger, and instead, it messes with my mind. I got a headache, lost what little I had eaten that day, and this morning, I was just going to stay home, but when Diane Sawer said that today was the 3rd, I FREAKED, and my mom took me over to SHS just for my On-site.
I am still REALLY pissed at Joe. I know that confronting him about ANYTHING wont' do anything but make this situation worse. It's just that Joey is THE biggest panst bastard of a child that God has ever deigned worthy to place on this planet. No, I bet that God just sneezed or something. Why doesn't Joe know that if he doesn't change the way he does things, that he will NEVER become successful? He only sees the light at the end of the tunnel, and not the bricks that hold it from collapsing. Sometimes, I just want to snap his neck while he sleeps, but I know that it would only hurt more people, including myself. He just needs to figure out for himself the hard way, that if he never listens to anyone but himself, he WILL GET FIRED. You can't be the boss until you've been the lackey, and you can't expect all of your "brilliant plans" to come to fruition therough the labours of others if you can't make them be invisioned by others.
Joe has no communuication skills whatsoever. For almost an entire year, the only people that he spoke to on a regular basis, were his Mom, his brother, and me. On top of that, he refused to do anything about it himself. He wanted ME to tell all of you to call him, to tell you that if you "cared" enough that you would call him. He wanted ME to be his liaison to the outside world. He has an AIM account, but he doesn't use it. WHY? because he is ADDICTED to MMORPGs. I told HIM to get onto LJ every once i a while, maybe start a MySpace, or to AT LEAST be on AIM more often. WHy did he say no? "Because AIM slows down my comp so I can't play full screen games."
I am NOT a babysitter. I will NOT take care of him. If you listen to his talk, you will hear traces MOMMAS BOY all over it. Sometimes, I go over to his house when Mrs. S is away, because she is afraid that he will have a migraine while she is gone. I could have MOUNTAINS of homework, and ask him to come over here, but what will his reason be that he can't? He wants to watch action movies or play video games in the dark.
WHAT IN THE FUCK??!??!??!
EACH OF THOSE MOVIES/GAMES HAS A SEIZURE WARNING ON THEM!!! If he DOESN'T want to get headaches, maybe he shouldn't do that!!!
I have no patience fo that shit.
Now that my anger towards Joe is in writing, NEXT, is the "competance" of my team. Possible the only people that can do ANYTHING other than me, are Craig and Mike. Joe makes an "elongated Octagon", and we build upon that. Some other kids start putting walls on. The first TWO ir I repeat, TWO panels look good, and then the just throw ALL semblance of precision out of the picture. The third panel was an inch and a half too tall, and two inches (or so) too wide. The others, were put on using scrap with holes in it, etc. I mean, It's not first, and we aren't allowed to use precision machines, but out of al the robots, which would you rather "bet on" the robot with holes, and duct tape, and Aluminum that's older than the Table of Elements, or the robot that looks like the students may have ACTUALLY placed some effort into? Some of the newer kids think to make a plexi-glass roof for the bot, and I think FINALLY some INTELLIGENT LITTLEBASTARDS! THEN, I look at it, and it has a deep GASH down one side to correct fot the octagon's awkwardness. Precise as all hell my ass, JOe.
OVERALL, why is it that the best work happens AFTER three-quarters of the team leaves for the night? Isn't the POINT of a large team that we can spread out our resources, and come up with a BETTER robot? Our Occrabot LAST YEAR kicked ass compared to this one, and last year, we had 8 people on the team! NOw, we have "20" - 15, and we SUCK! Robert is TRYING, but he NEEDS to stop talking, and I am SICK AND TIRED of telling him to do something, then looking up from a task 20 minuted later to find out that he left without getting it done without telling anyone that it wasn't finnished. NOT TO MENTION how many times have I redrilled the holes he's done?
During the FIRST season, I am going to RUIN so many team Freshmen with the definition of PRECISION machining. "But Ted, It's only a quarter inch off this time!" "YEAH, AND THE TOLERANCE IS HALF A MILLI-METER!" haha... yeah. At least I'm a senior this year. I'm going to college close enough to SHS to be able to drop in on Joe and his little team, to pull a Jason and tell them that their robot is "good" but woud be better if ANYONE THERE KNEW WHAT THE FUCK THEY WERE DOING!!!
Oh, yeah. And Darius, Kelvin, Devin, etc. Don't even think I forgot about you. You and your HOUR(s) LONG "discussions" about VIDEOGAMES!!! NOONE CARES THAT MUCH ABOUT GAMES. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE'RE TRYING TO FINNISH A ROBOT THE DAY BEFORE A COMPETITION!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET SERIOUS, OR GET OUT.
SO, yeah. LAST NIGHT was a bitch, but today was okay. I got a day off from school, cooled down, and I think I'm good. For now. I haven't really hurt anyone on a LOOOOOOOOOONG time, and I thought that today would have been a choice time to break that trend. THAT is why I stayed home.
It's just that so many things are going wrong for me, and I'm not entirely sure why.
PS
JOe, if you RANDOMLY decide to read this, I will NOT apologise for ANY of it. Now, not EVER. It is as true as I can see, and because of that, I don't feel bad. at all.
Last night was hell, and when I got home, I started fuming. Not good. Unlike Nelson and Craig, I am incapable of releasing much anger, and instead, it messes with my mind. I got a headache, lost what little I had eaten that day, and this morning, I was just going to stay home, but when Diane Sawer said that today was the 3rd, I FREAKED, and my mom took me over to SHS just for my On-site.
I am still REALLY pissed at Joe. I know that confronting him about ANYTHING wont' do anything but make this situation worse. It's just that Joey is THE biggest panst bastard of a child that God has ever deigned worthy to place on this planet. No, I bet that God just sneezed or something. Why doesn't Joe know that if he doesn't change the way he does things, that he will NEVER become successful? He only sees the light at the end of the tunnel, and not the bricks that hold it from collapsing. Sometimes, I just want to snap his neck while he sleeps, but I know that it would only hurt more people, including myself. He just needs to figure out for himself the hard way, that if he never listens to anyone but himself, he WILL GET FIRED. You can't be the boss until you've been the lackey, and you can't expect all of your "brilliant plans" to come to fruition therough the labours of others if you can't make them be invisioned by others.
Joe has no communuication skills whatsoever. For almost an entire year, the only people that he spoke to on a regular basis, were his Mom, his brother, and me. On top of that, he refused to do anything about it himself. He wanted ME to tell all of you to call him, to tell you that if you "cared" enough that you would call him. He wanted ME to be his liaison to the outside world. He has an AIM account, but he doesn't use it. WHY? because he is ADDICTED to MMORPGs. I told HIM to get onto LJ every once i a while, maybe start a MySpace, or to AT LEAST be on AIM more often. WHy did he say no? "Because AIM slows down my comp so I can't play full screen games."
I am NOT a babysitter. I will NOT take care of him. If you listen to his talk, you will hear traces MOMMAS BOY all over it. Sometimes, I go over to his house when Mrs. S is away, because she is afraid that he will have a migraine while she is gone. I could have MOUNTAINS of homework, and ask him to come over here, but what will his reason be that he can't? He wants to watch action movies or play video games in the dark.
WHAT IN THE FUCK??!??!??!
EACH OF THOSE MOVIES/GAMES HAS A SEIZURE WARNING ON THEM!!! If he DOESN'T want to get headaches, maybe he shouldn't do that!!!
I have no patience fo that shit.
Now that my anger towards Joe is in writing, NEXT, is the "competance" of my team. Possible the only people that can do ANYTHING other than me, are Craig and Mike. Joe makes an "elongated Octagon", and we build upon that. Some other kids start putting walls on. The first TWO ir I repeat, TWO panels look good, and then the just throw ALL semblance of precision out of the picture. The third panel was an inch and a half too tall, and two inches (or so) too wide. The others, were put on using scrap with holes in it, etc. I mean, It's not first, and we aren't allowed to use precision machines, but out of al the robots, which would you rather "bet on" the robot with holes, and duct tape, and Aluminum that's older than the Table of Elements, or the robot that looks like the students may have ACTUALLY placed some effort into? Some of the newer kids think to make a plexi-glass roof for the bot, and I think FINALLY some INTELLIGENT LITTLEBASTARDS! THEN, I look at it, and it has a deep GASH down one side to correct fot the octagon's awkwardness. Precise as all hell my ass, JOe.
OVERALL, why is it that the best work happens AFTER three-quarters of the team leaves for the night? Isn't the POINT of a large team that we can spread out our resources, and come up with a BETTER robot? Our Occrabot LAST YEAR kicked ass compared to this one, and last year, we had 8 people on the team! NOw, we have "20" - 15, and we SUCK! Robert is TRYING, but he NEEDS to stop talking, and I am SICK AND TIRED of telling him to do something, then looking up from a task 20 minuted later to find out that he left without getting it done without telling anyone that it wasn't finnished. NOT TO MENTION how many times have I redrilled the holes he's done?
During the FIRST season, I am going to RUIN so many team Freshmen with the definition of PRECISION machining. "But Ted, It's only a quarter inch off this time!" "YEAH, AND THE TOLERANCE IS HALF A MILLI-METER!" haha... yeah. At least I'm a senior this year. I'm going to college close enough to SHS to be able to drop in on Joe and his little team, to pull a Jason and tell them that their robot is "good" but woud be better if ANYONE THERE KNEW WHAT THE FUCK THEY WERE DOING!!!
Oh, yeah. And Darius, Kelvin, Devin, etc. Don't even think I forgot about you. You and your HOUR(s) LONG "discussions" about VIDEOGAMES!!! NOONE CARES THAT MUCH ABOUT GAMES. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE'RE TRYING TO FINNISH A ROBOT THE DAY BEFORE A COMPETITION!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET SERIOUS, OR GET OUT.
SO, yeah. LAST NIGHT was a bitch, but today was okay. I got a day off from school, cooled down, and I think I'm good. For now. I haven't really hurt anyone on a LOOOOOOOOOONG time, and I thought that today would have been a choice time to break that trend. THAT is why I stayed home.
It's just that so many things are going wrong for me, and I'm not entirely sure why.
PS
JOe, if you RANDOMLY decide to read this, I will NOT apologise for ANY of it. Now, not EVER. It is as true as I can see, and because of that, I don't feel bad. at all.