The trial is half over.
I SURVIVED AP LANG TESTING! I'm not allowed to talk about it, or else AP chupacabras will kill me with red-hot tweezers, but you may all know that I am as of yet alive. And I actually had fun, at least on the essays, in my own twisted little way. Writing crazy answers to entertain the test graders. Hehe. Now I just have to keep breathing...inhale...exhale...inhale...until four 'o clock friday.
What was very nice was that I convinced a parental unit to excuse me from the rest of school today, so I could go out to lunch and then come home and slack off until my brain regained feeling.
Oh yeah. Lunch. I'm still kicking myself - Guy 1 invited me to go out with him and some friends, but I'd already told emiliap that I'd go to Olive Garden with her and a *different* group. Then it turns out she can't go, and suddenly I'm left alone in a group of people I really don't like. We talked about drinking; I was the only one who'd ever had alcohol before. I think if I'd tried to bring up anything requiring over 100 IQ points, they would've excommunicated me. And, even more ironic, this group was a microcosm of the social caste Guy 1 and I dissected and made fun of for part of Friday night.
I hate my life. Aaaaarrrrgh.
*Jumps back several hours, keep up with me here* This AP test was the first time I got to see the inside of a Mormon church (where we took the test), though. It wasn't that much different than my run-'o-the-mill Protestant one, except that the paintings of Jesus on the walls had him blonder and surrounded by native americans. All the lights in their rooms were motion-activated, which scared me because I thought I was setting off Unconverted alarms. (Maybe I was...)
*Jumps back to lunch...ADHD'd!* And I paid seventeen dollars for a ten dollar meal because not-Guy-1-group couldn't figure out the bill.
Happy place...Lichtenstien...voter proficiency tests...
What was very nice was that I convinced a parental unit to excuse me from the rest of school today, so I could go out to lunch and then come home and slack off until my brain regained feeling.
Oh yeah. Lunch. I'm still kicking myself - Guy 1 invited me to go out with him and some friends, but I'd already told emiliap that I'd go to Olive Garden with her and a *different* group. Then it turns out she can't go, and suddenly I'm left alone in a group of people I really don't like. We talked about drinking; I was the only one who'd ever had alcohol before. I think if I'd tried to bring up anything requiring over 100 IQ points, they would've excommunicated me. And, even more ironic, this group was a microcosm of the social caste Guy 1 and I dissected and made fun of for part of Friday night.
I hate my life. Aaaaarrrrgh.
*Jumps back several hours, keep up with me here* This AP test was the first time I got to see the inside of a Mormon church (where we took the test), though. It wasn't that much different than my run-'o-the-mill Protestant one, except that the paintings of Jesus on the walls had him blonder and surrounded by native americans. All the lights in their rooms were motion-activated, which scared me because I thought I was setting off Unconverted alarms. (Maybe I was...)
*Jumps back to lunch...ADHD'd!* And I paid seventeen dollars for a ten dollar meal because not-Guy-1-group couldn't figure out the bill.
Happy place...Lichtenstien...voter proficiency tests...