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Okay so it's been a while since my last update. Allow me to try and reconstruct these last couple weeks.
School. School has been good to me so far. No real complaints in any of my classes. AP Chem is turning out to be a bit more difficult than I had perhaps hoped, but in time I'm sure I'll get the hang of it. I have Sara Bridgewater as my lab partner this year, who I got put with because there was no one else in the class. Still, she seems to be reasonably intelligent with what we're doing, which as much as anyone can hope for. Still still, I wish that the class was like last year in which everything was had to do was given to us in nice, easily digestable step-by-step guides. Now the worksheet says you need to find this, then sets you on your own in the vast, complicated, and oftentimes confusing world that is Chemistry. Joy.
And once again I ponder why I signed up for another year of this stupid language. Or perhaps it's not the language, but the teacher. Monsieur Krause seems to think that all of us, despite being in an AP class to begin with, have no clue how write an essay, or any other type of writing for that matter. No, we're not in French V, we're now taking College Comp. We've spent the last three days going over... brainstorming....rough drafts.... margins... oOOHH. The plus side to all of this is he is mostly speaking in English, which he usually does anyways, despite the fact that he insists we should speak in French 24/7, which means that, for once, I actually have some clue as to what he's saying, and can put forward, also in English, answers to his questions. Such things as "What are the three parts of an essay?". I despise the class quite a bit, now that I think about it. There are perhaps a handful of people in the class who I would actually care to talk to, the rest I either despise or would just rather not come in contact with. Still, so long as I can continue to sit, staring blankly off into a corner of the room, occasionally say something in French, and still get an A, I'm not going to be complaining to the administration, that's for certain.
Okay, so I lied about having complaints about my classes. Bite me.
However, a class I have fewer complaints in than any other is World Lit. So far it's my favorite class. MS. Naccash is really a character, as I've said before, I think. It's a challenge to describe exactly what kind of character she is, and therefore I'm not going to try. But she is exactly that kind of character, and a total one at that. Furthermore, she acts like a 13 year-old Catholic schoolgirl when talking about orgasms, much to the class's amusement. Plus everything we've done so far has been easy. I give it an A=.
There isn't much else to say about math or Mod Eur, they just kind of exist. I have greatly been enjoying my mods off, however. Getting out after mod F, popping down to G&V for a sub, and hanging out in the music dept. is great fun. Plus, mod H I get to listen to the jazz band jam out some tunes, and they sound fantastic. I wish I played something that I didn't suck at so I could be in it. Oh well. Then after mod H I have generally another hour or so to hang around before work, so I can get homework done and the like. It's really odd to come home at 5:30 and feel like you have no homework to do, which you don't. Really odd, but very nice as well.
So to fill that newly found time I picked up the five volume The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, and started reading it. Now I knew lots about it already because Peter had been obsessed with it for some time (probably still is), but never actually came around to reading it. After maybe the first two chapters, I knew this was my kind of author, and my kind of book, and just generally all around the kind of thing I would get sucked into. I read it at home, I read it at school, I read it before work (and during, hehe). Yes, it's British humour, something I have always adored. So it's no surprise how much it resembles many of the Brit-coms I've enjoyed, specifically Red Dwarf. Obviously this book has had it's influences, I just never realzed how broad they were. I got the BBC television series from the 80s now, and am going to watch that when I'm through with the books. 250 some odd pages left....
So with all this reading, school, work, and a little homework as well, very little else has been happening in these last few weeks. Life has returned to it's usual tedious cycle as it always does when school returns. Youth group did start back up again last Sunday, and it was an alright meeting. Lots of business, basically. I got a bit worked up over the fact that we have to do another service this year, but we'll make the best of it, I guess. I just pray we don't put out some thrown together, whinny emo shit again.
Nick and I went to see the Everyday Visuals at Milly's on Friday. I remember they played at Central once, but didn't remember what they sounded like. However, apparently they were good so I figured I'd check it out. We got there around 8, and found out they didn't go on 'til 11. So then we went over this random guy's house where Nick plays with this jazz combo, and I sat around watching him and about six or seven other people play jazz. It was kinda odd, all these random people I don't know and who don't know me just rocking out and stuff. They kept giving me bongos to play but it wasn't really my thing. Anyways, we got some ice cream at Blake's, then went back to Milly's. A bunch of people were supposed to show up, but the only people besides Nick and I who showed up were Steve and Emmy. So we played games of pool a bunch of time, I played extremely badly. The band didn't go on 'til like quarter to 11, which kinda sucked. The handful of songs I heard were alright, nothing mindblowing to me. The singer was good at least. Had to leave like a half hour later, got home, and prompty didn't fall asleep for a couple hours.
Saturday was a good day, as I was generally in a good cheer. The Candia parade we were supposed to have was fortunately cancelled, and so I slept in 'til 12 or so. Hung around the house a bit, read some HHGTTG, and went in to work at 1:30. Another slow Saturday, which I'm all for. Read a lot, mosied around in stack a lot. There was a play being rehersed in the auditorium, so I got to listen to some good tunes. All in all it was very peaceful down in stack, and not as boring as usual. As I said, I was in good cheer. The last hour or so there was nothing to do. God I love my job.
Today has been uneventful, so I'm not going to bore you with the details about how eventful it was, which it wasn't. That's all, really.
School. School has been good to me so far. No real complaints in any of my classes. AP Chem is turning out to be a bit more difficult than I had perhaps hoped, but in time I'm sure I'll get the hang of it. I have Sara Bridgewater as my lab partner this year, who I got put with because there was no one else in the class. Still, she seems to be reasonably intelligent with what we're doing, which as much as anyone can hope for. Still still, I wish that the class was like last year in which everything was had to do was given to us in nice, easily digestable step-by-step guides. Now the worksheet says you need to find this, then sets you on your own in the vast, complicated, and oftentimes confusing world that is Chemistry. Joy.
And once again I ponder why I signed up for another year of this stupid language. Or perhaps it's not the language, but the teacher. Monsieur Krause seems to think that all of us, despite being in an AP class to begin with, have no clue how write an essay, or any other type of writing for that matter. No, we're not in French V, we're now taking College Comp. We've spent the last three days going over... brainstorming....rough drafts.... margins... oOOHH. The plus side to all of this is he is mostly speaking in English, which he usually does anyways, despite the fact that he insists we should speak in French 24/7, which means that, for once, I actually have some clue as to what he's saying, and can put forward, also in English, answers to his questions. Such things as "What are the three parts of an essay?". I despise the class quite a bit, now that I think about it. There are perhaps a handful of people in the class who I would actually care to talk to, the rest I either despise or would just rather not come in contact with. Still, so long as I can continue to sit, staring blankly off into a corner of the room, occasionally say something in French, and still get an A, I'm not going to be complaining to the administration, that's for certain.
Okay, so I lied about having complaints about my classes. Bite me.
However, a class I have fewer complaints in than any other is World Lit. So far it's my favorite class. MS. Naccash is really a character, as I've said before, I think. It's a challenge to describe exactly what kind of character she is, and therefore I'm not going to try. But she is exactly that kind of character, and a total one at that. Furthermore, she acts like a 13 year-old Catholic schoolgirl when talking about orgasms, much to the class's amusement. Plus everything we've done so far has been easy. I give it an A=.
There isn't much else to say about math or Mod Eur, they just kind of exist. I have greatly been enjoying my mods off, however. Getting out after mod F, popping down to G&V for a sub, and hanging out in the music dept. is great fun. Plus, mod H I get to listen to the jazz band jam out some tunes, and they sound fantastic. I wish I played something that I didn't suck at so I could be in it. Oh well. Then after mod H I have generally another hour or so to hang around before work, so I can get homework done and the like. It's really odd to come home at 5:30 and feel like you have no homework to do, which you don't. Really odd, but very nice as well.
So to fill that newly found time I picked up the five volume The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, and started reading it. Now I knew lots about it already because Peter had been obsessed with it for some time (probably still is), but never actually came around to reading it. After maybe the first two chapters, I knew this was my kind of author, and my kind of book, and just generally all around the kind of thing I would get sucked into. I read it at home, I read it at school, I read it before work (and during, hehe). Yes, it's British humour, something I have always adored. So it's no surprise how much it resembles many of the Brit-coms I've enjoyed, specifically Red Dwarf. Obviously this book has had it's influences, I just never realzed how broad they were. I got the BBC television series from the 80s now, and am going to watch that when I'm through with the books. 250 some odd pages left....
So with all this reading, school, work, and a little homework as well, very little else has been happening in these last few weeks. Life has returned to it's usual tedious cycle as it always does when school returns. Youth group did start back up again last Sunday, and it was an alright meeting. Lots of business, basically. I got a bit worked up over the fact that we have to do another service this year, but we'll make the best of it, I guess. I just pray we don't put out some thrown together, whinny emo shit again.
Nick and I went to see the Everyday Visuals at Milly's on Friday. I remember they played at Central once, but didn't remember what they sounded like. However, apparently they were good so I figured I'd check it out. We got there around 8, and found out they didn't go on 'til 11. So then we went over this random guy's house where Nick plays with this jazz combo, and I sat around watching him and about six or seven other people play jazz. It was kinda odd, all these random people I don't know and who don't know me just rocking out and stuff. They kept giving me bongos to play but it wasn't really my thing. Anyways, we got some ice cream at Blake's, then went back to Milly's. A bunch of people were supposed to show up, but the only people besides Nick and I who showed up were Steve and Emmy. So we played games of pool a bunch of time, I played extremely badly. The band didn't go on 'til like quarter to 11, which kinda sucked. The handful of songs I heard were alright, nothing mindblowing to me. The singer was good at least. Had to leave like a half hour later, got home, and prompty didn't fall asleep for a couple hours.
Saturday was a good day, as I was generally in a good cheer. The Candia parade we were supposed to have was fortunately cancelled, and so I slept in 'til 12 or so. Hung around the house a bit, read some HHGTTG, and went in to work at 1:30. Another slow Saturday, which I'm all for. Read a lot, mosied around in stack a lot. There was a play being rehersed in the auditorium, so I got to listen to some good tunes. All in all it was very peaceful down in stack, and not as boring as usual. As I said, I was in good cheer. The last hour or so there was nothing to do. God I love my job.
Today has been uneventful, so I'm not going to bore you with the details about how eventful it was, which it wasn't. That's all, really.