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So, I woke up really late today and looked at the SAT vocab list we have a test on today, and I realized I already knew 95% of the words. So I was pretty excited and didn't have to study very much.
Then I got to 1st hour 10 minutes late-- which is the most tardy I've ever been to class (this year), so she finally marked me down. Then we graded our Oedipus Rex tests, I saw that Kevin Chen had mine, because he asked about a really stupid answer that i recognized. I ended up still getting a B on it though-- thank goodness.
Then I went to math, and I'm so happy we're doing derivatives-- because that's just about the only thing I actually learned last year. So I'm really excited to understand everything so well and watch everyone else squirm-- but they'll all get A's anyway because I have bad luck like that.
Then we had Theory of Knowledge. The IB Coordinator, Mr. Black came in and talked to us about ethics. And gave us this scenerio: What if you were in your last semester of college and you were failing a required class necessary to graduate. The graduation invitations have already been mailed, and your 80 year old grandmother (who has spent 1/2 her weekly salary as a maid to put you through college) is on her way. The only way you could pass the class was to get 100% on the final. But the thing was, the teacher was really horrible and didn't teach and the majority of the class was failing. A frat brother works as a janitor at the school and happens to find the final on the teachers desk while cleaning. He takes it to the frat house. Do you use the final to study?
The kids in my class were like "of course not! you should've thought of that BEFORE you failed". As you can tell, they're very open minded and realistic. I didn't say anything, because after iBappo, i should really just keep my mouth shut (even though there was nothing too great on there to cheat from, it's pretty much labeled me for life-- or at least high school).
Anyway, Bio was alright. Our bio sub is pretty strict. and there's this kid, Jeff Westover, who tries to be really "smooth" and really pisses her off -- i don't blame her, he's a real jerk. He always gives smart alec answers and makes fun of all the dweebs. Yet he's always really nice to strangers, he spent the entire hour talking to lonely substitutes on more than one occasion-- honestly, I don't know what his problem is.
Then, I stopped by the Environmental club. The president doesn't really like me, because i was kind of/passively a jerk to him last year. He's just really flamboyant and needy-- yet arrogant at the same time (and a drama kid). So, he wasn't really happy to see me-- but i love trees, so i came by.
Then i went to the Spanish Honor Society meeting. And I recommended that we have a dance at school with all Spanish music as a fundraiser. I also thought we should have a salsa making contest, but he says kids will poison each other-- so we can't do that.
And then me and him (mostly me) vented about our clubs. And now I feel kind of guilty for talking such crap about the other officers, but they're doing the same to me-- it's just a stress release, nothing personal. But at the same time, i wish i didn't feel the need to do it. I take that back, i've got some more venting coming up shortly....
In Spanish, it came about that March of Dimes was predominantly female, and jokingly that i was leading a "feminist movement" and I was like "well, I am a feminist" and that pretty much freaked all of them out. And they (the dweebs sitting behind me) were like "what else do you want? you guys get 6 months maternity leave". it never occurred to me that maternity leave could be seen as a perk of being a girl. But I was still offended that they assumed that every woman would get pregnant-- which is the part that makes me a feminist. OH and one other thing on the fem note. There was this super tall, i'm talking MAJOR tall lady at school (the principal's daughter) and my friend Jayme was like "did you see that HUGE girl?" and i didn't notice her then, but i had seen her before and I told her that. And she was like "i feel bad for her, because there aren't any boys that tall" and i was like "what?! you feel bad for her because she'll never find a man?!! I'd feel bad that people are always staring at her, but of all things-- a man?!"-- I don't get how people can logically say something like that, which is another example of my feminist tendencies.
Well, so Ammu and Sabrina picked me up on time today! Usually I have to wait an hour afterschool, but they have half-days on Wednesday now. So i was pretty excited.
I used the extra hour to call NC and try to reserve a room in Guidance for MoD tomorrow, but they wouldn't answer their phone. So I left 2 messages-- because I always forget things in the first one. But I planned an alternate solution for our meetings tomorrow-- we had double booked.
So anyway, we need to order more t-shirts for the club. I counted up all the cash we have, and in order to figure out if we have enough to pay for it in cash or if we need to pay by purchase order through the bookstore, I need to know how many shirts we need. All the officers are supposed to leave their notebooks in the advisor's classroom, so i can look stuff up, but they never listen. So I text the secretary-- here's our convo (letter by letter) at 5:20 PM:
Me: How many shirts are we ordering?
Her: I havent counted it yet? When do you need the count?
Me: ASAP, we can't do anything until we have that. Are you at badminton now?
Her: No i am at home and i was about to take a nap!But i can have the count for you tomorrow!Also i don't think everyone wrote their sizes!
Me: Do you have the sheet with you now? Email it to me tonight.
Her: I have it but cant i just count it up
Me: I just want the total (not by size) now. Email me everything else you have by tomorrow night.
Her: Okay i will!
--12 minutes later and completely confused--
Me: So what's the total number of shirts? I just need a number--it'll take 30 seconds, I swear.
Her: But i am like in my bed and my knee is hurting and i will have to get up and i cant i am sorry!But i will text you the count first thing in the morning!Plz
Am I crazy or is that just being a lazy ass? I shouldn't need to convince someone to do their job. P.S. this is a follow-up to unreturned e-mails. And SHE's the one who's always like "so when are we getting the shirts?" as if i'll crap it out as soon as she's decided to get off her butt and finish her part. PLUS she didn't even have to answer her phone--it took more time to type all that BS out than it would to just count the number of people on a list. sheesh. What a moron-- don't exclamation point me.
Yeah, so... that's about it. I haven't started my homework yet-- so I'll likely do that now, or maybe not. I hope you enjoyed that really long retelling of my day!
Then I got to 1st hour 10 minutes late-- which is the most tardy I've ever been to class (this year), so she finally marked me down. Then we graded our Oedipus Rex tests, I saw that Kevin Chen had mine, because he asked about a really stupid answer that i recognized. I ended up still getting a B on it though-- thank goodness.
Then I went to math, and I'm so happy we're doing derivatives-- because that's just about the only thing I actually learned last year. So I'm really excited to understand everything so well and watch everyone else squirm-- but they'll all get A's anyway because I have bad luck like that.
Then we had Theory of Knowledge. The IB Coordinator, Mr. Black came in and talked to us about ethics. And gave us this scenerio: What if you were in your last semester of college and you were failing a required class necessary to graduate. The graduation invitations have already been mailed, and your 80 year old grandmother (who has spent 1/2 her weekly salary as a maid to put you through college) is on her way. The only way you could pass the class was to get 100% on the final. But the thing was, the teacher was really horrible and didn't teach and the majority of the class was failing. A frat brother works as a janitor at the school and happens to find the final on the teachers desk while cleaning. He takes it to the frat house. Do you use the final to study?
The kids in my class were like "of course not! you should've thought of that BEFORE you failed". As you can tell, they're very open minded and realistic. I didn't say anything, because after iBappo, i should really just keep my mouth shut (even though there was nothing too great on there to cheat from, it's pretty much labeled me for life-- or at least high school).
Anyway, Bio was alright. Our bio sub is pretty strict. and there's this kid, Jeff Westover, who tries to be really "smooth" and really pisses her off -- i don't blame her, he's a real jerk. He always gives smart alec answers and makes fun of all the dweebs. Yet he's always really nice to strangers, he spent the entire hour talking to lonely substitutes on more than one occasion-- honestly, I don't know what his problem is.
Then, I stopped by the Environmental club. The president doesn't really like me, because i was kind of/passively a jerk to him last year. He's just really flamboyant and needy-- yet arrogant at the same time (and a drama kid). So, he wasn't really happy to see me-- but i love trees, so i came by.
Then i went to the Spanish Honor Society meeting. And I recommended that we have a dance at school with all Spanish music as a fundraiser. I also thought we should have a salsa making contest, but he says kids will poison each other-- so we can't do that.
And then me and him (mostly me) vented about our clubs. And now I feel kind of guilty for talking such crap about the other officers, but they're doing the same to me-- it's just a stress release, nothing personal. But at the same time, i wish i didn't feel the need to do it. I take that back, i've got some more venting coming up shortly....
In Spanish, it came about that March of Dimes was predominantly female, and jokingly that i was leading a "feminist movement" and I was like "well, I am a feminist" and that pretty much freaked all of them out. And they (the dweebs sitting behind me) were like "what else do you want? you guys get 6 months maternity leave". it never occurred to me that maternity leave could be seen as a perk of being a girl. But I was still offended that they assumed that every woman would get pregnant-- which is the part that makes me a feminist. OH and one other thing on the fem note. There was this super tall, i'm talking MAJOR tall lady at school (the principal's daughter) and my friend Jayme was like "did you see that HUGE girl?" and i didn't notice her then, but i had seen her before and I told her that. And she was like "i feel bad for her, because there aren't any boys that tall" and i was like "what?! you feel bad for her because she'll never find a man?!! I'd feel bad that people are always staring at her, but of all things-- a man?!"-- I don't get how people can logically say something like that, which is another example of my feminist tendencies.
Well, so Ammu and Sabrina picked me up on time today! Usually I have to wait an hour afterschool, but they have half-days on Wednesday now. So i was pretty excited.
I used the extra hour to call NC and try to reserve a room in Guidance for MoD tomorrow, but they wouldn't answer their phone. So I left 2 messages-- because I always forget things in the first one. But I planned an alternate solution for our meetings tomorrow-- we had double booked.
So anyway, we need to order more t-shirts for the club. I counted up all the cash we have, and in order to figure out if we have enough to pay for it in cash or if we need to pay by purchase order through the bookstore, I need to know how many shirts we need. All the officers are supposed to leave their notebooks in the advisor's classroom, so i can look stuff up, but they never listen. So I text the secretary-- here's our convo (letter by letter) at 5:20 PM:
Me: How many shirts are we ordering?
Her: I havent counted it yet? When do you need the count?
Me: ASAP, we can't do anything until we have that. Are you at badminton now?
Her: No i am at home and i was about to take a nap!But i can have the count for you tomorrow!Also i don't think everyone wrote their sizes!
Me: Do you have the sheet with you now? Email it to me tonight.
Her: I have it but cant i just count it up
Me: I just want the total (not by size) now. Email me everything else you have by tomorrow night.
Her: Okay i will!
--12 minutes later and completely confused--
Me: So what's the total number of shirts? I just need a number--it'll take 30 seconds, I swear.
Her: But i am like in my bed and my knee is hurting and i will have to get up and i cant i am sorry!But i will text you the count first thing in the morning!Plz
Am I crazy or is that just being a lazy ass? I shouldn't need to convince someone to do their job. P.S. this is a follow-up to unreturned e-mails. And SHE's the one who's always like "so when are we getting the shirts?" as if i'll crap it out as soon as she's decided to get off her butt and finish her part. PLUS she didn't even have to answer her phone--it took more time to type all that BS out than it would to just count the number of people on a list. sheesh. What a moron-- don't exclamation point me.
Yeah, so... that's about it. I haven't started my homework yet-- so I'll likely do that now, or maybe not. I hope you enjoyed that really long retelling of my day!