Bau-ttle Royale
Round One: Trebuchet Wars
The participants: TWA Tribe, KBM, Sans
What happened: TWA managed to hit all of our (Sans) three bases, but we still won.
Yes, very unfair. Seriously. Ang daya. But, hey, at least we played. We were sort of considering sitting out and watching everyone fail to hit their targets and go over the par (which is 5, I think). Evil, yes.
Round One, down. There's still the motorboat race (regatta!) and the bottle rocket thing. Whee.
Same groups daw, para magkaroon ng grudge war. Oh, the weirdness that is Physics.
We spent five class hours on toy making. What did we learn? Enough, more than the curriculum? Are we now ahead, as they planned?
Don't know for sure, really. Don't much care, either. It was fun. :D
Part of the Batasan went kaboom. Oh.
In slow motion the blast is beautiful. Probably, in a very...artsy sense. Let's just not think about what is really happening.
The weekends feel packed. Even the weekdays, come to think of it. Parties, contests, outings...high school life is (finally) sounding like how the ever-wise made it out to be.
It feels awful, knowing that I gave up the opportunity to become a yellow belt. A part of me does not think that the opportunity is worth that much, however. Besides, there is tennis, and piano, and everywhere I want to be.
On a happy note, Math finally seems easier. Or not. Just less frustrating. She is nice really, just hardly bearable in class at times. How many teachers offer their students french fries? Hee.
It is slightly annoying that they assume you are not listening when you are looking. So what if I'm a visual person and I need things written down. So what.
Just one of those things, unfortunately. Eugh. My notebook should go ka-poof for a while, at any rate.
Oh, what to wear, what to wear. What to wear, where to go, what to do, when to drop.
Such pointless questions. If only they would help me with the responsibilities I have brought upon myself, as well as those that I haven't.
(Explain your grading system, plzkthx. It don't make much sense.)
What triviality. We can do it. Nothing less, of course.
Thanks:)
You think you're so smart. It would not be as annoying if you weren't, most of the time. What do we see, what do we know.
Rationality can't cure half of your woes. It will help a great deal, sure, but what about the little part that is left? All up to something else, innit? Now it is just a matter of knowing where to cut.
Classes felt more relaxed. They felt empty, actually. Where does the learning come in?
We'll crucify the insincere tonight.
The participants: TWA Tribe, KBM, Sans
What happened: TWA managed to hit all of our (Sans) three bases, but we still won.
Yes, very unfair. Seriously. Ang daya. But, hey, at least we played. We were sort of considering sitting out and watching everyone fail to hit their targets and go over the par (which is 5, I think). Evil, yes.
Round One, down. There's still the motorboat race (regatta!) and the bottle rocket thing. Whee.
Same groups daw, para magkaroon ng grudge war. Oh, the weirdness that is Physics.
We spent five class hours on toy making. What did we learn? Enough, more than the curriculum? Are we now ahead, as they planned?
Don't know for sure, really. Don't much care, either. It was fun. :D
Part of the Batasan went kaboom. Oh.
In slow motion the blast is beautiful. Probably, in a very...artsy sense. Let's just not think about what is really happening.
The weekends feel packed. Even the weekdays, come to think of it. Parties, contests, outings...high school life is (finally) sounding like how the ever-wise made it out to be.
It feels awful, knowing that I gave up the opportunity to become a yellow belt. A part of me does not think that the opportunity is worth that much, however. Besides, there is tennis, and piano, and everywhere I want to be.
On a happy note, Math finally seems easier. Or not. Just less frustrating. She is nice really, just hardly bearable in class at times. How many teachers offer their students french fries? Hee.
It is slightly annoying that they assume you are not listening when you are looking. So what if I'm a visual person and I need things written down. So what.
Just one of those things, unfortunately. Eugh. My notebook should go ka-poof for a while, at any rate.
Oh, what to wear, what to wear. What to wear, where to go, what to do, when to drop.
Such pointless questions. If only they would help me with the responsibilities I have brought upon myself, as well as those that I haven't.
(Explain your grading system, plzkthx. It don't make much sense.)
What triviality. We can do it. Nothing less, of course.
Thanks:)
You think you're so smart. It would not be as annoying if you weren't, most of the time. What do we see, what do we know.
Rationality can't cure half of your woes. It will help a great deal, sure, but what about the little part that is left? All up to something else, innit? Now it is just a matter of knowing where to cut.
Classes felt more relaxed. They felt empty, actually. Where does the learning come in?
We'll crucify the insincere tonight.