HMMT
Was Exeter successful at HMMT this year? Pretty much - mad people from Exeter placed in the individual rounds, three teams of ours placed in the team rounds (mine, which I was co-captain of, actually got 8th in the Guts Round). Was I successful? not really. total of 23/100 is not considered good - i felt so fucking stupid among a bunch o fucking smart 10th graders. Timed math is not my friend, i prefer not being pressured with time because I can't think as fast as most people. I can think, i just can't think FAST. But besides the bad scores, i got a lot of fun out of it. During Lunch break - no copley place this year. Instead, we stayed in Harvard square, we were supposed to return for the Guts round by 1:40, instead me n' the other co-captain of our team arrived at 2:20 cuz we had some shopping to do. I got the ill 50% Diesel ish, perhaps my only successful endeavor was buying that 25 dolla t-shirt. I also ate a lot yesterday: clam chowder, almond croissant, carton of OJ (which i stole for our team round becuz i knew i'd be thirsty), chocolate croissant, 3 slices o pizza, 2 doughnuts, some mozarella sticks and lots of soda and water. when we got back from shopping for the final team round, i hid my shopping bag in case Mr. Feng - the math team coach - saw us. he had already delivered his extreme punishment of his defeaning roaring and yelling at some 10th graders who were late for the 6:45 am bus that morning, so i wasn't planning on pushing it. Well, we weren't late after all, cuz they ended up delaying it. And i got to be runner (the guy who picks up all the questions, gives them out, collects the answers, and runs back to the question table to submit them and pick up more questions), and I didnt solve anything. On the bus back, we played mafia, which was interesting. And at the pizza party at Romeo's pizza, we played telephone, which was even more interesting. Messages went from: "math club girls like the cock!" to "Have you seen Charles's extra-small condoms?" to "Would you like to go to bed with me?", and when the final message came out to be some distorted, stretched and exaggerated absurdity compared to its original creation, we all blamed it on this quiet, kinda dazed, out-of-it Korean girl called Gina. Then I watched Dogma at 1 in the morn and it was the most hilarious thing. And i woke up this morning sick, went to Jazz brunch, the best meal of the year, and ate until my stomach dropped to the ground like a bowling ball - and so now i'm full and tired and out of it and I have mad homework to do. I'm disappointed I didn't get to see any of you guys. I was really looking forward to it. Tell Perreault to get her act together.
Oh yeah, starting Friday I've been feeling this weird reminscent sensation taking me back to 10th grade. I've been sick this week, and on Friday, I think my sick and stuffy nose starting smelling in a very peculiar way, and I must have smelled that same wintery, yet not exactly cold, but rather a breezy, smokey, congested - fuck, i can't describe it - typical Massachusetts air a lot in 10th grade. anyways, something about it brought me back to those days of my life when I was still a tenth grader, back to the days of ski club, Blue Man Group, Harvard-MIT, and starry, serene nights (i liked those a lot). So Michelle Branch set the mood, and all weekend, I haven't made any recollections, only a reminiscence of a feeling of smelling a distinct character of air. Needless to say, it was a bit weird, because I almost forgot what it did smell like, I haven't had any sensation like this since I left Westford.
Oh yeah, starting Friday I've been feeling this weird reminscent sensation taking me back to 10th grade. I've been sick this week, and on Friday, I think my sick and stuffy nose starting smelling in a very peculiar way, and I must have smelled that same wintery, yet not exactly cold, but rather a breezy, smokey, congested - fuck, i can't describe it - typical Massachusetts air a lot in 10th grade. anyways, something about it brought me back to those days of my life when I was still a tenth grader, back to the days of ski club, Blue Man Group, Harvard-MIT, and starry, serene nights (i liked those a lot). So Michelle Branch set the mood, and all weekend, I haven't made any recollections, only a reminiscence of a feeling of smelling a distinct character of air. Needless to say, it was a bit weird, because I almost forgot what it did smell like, I haven't had any sensation like this since I left Westford.