¿Cuantos presidentes has conocido vos? thought so
16 Days Until GoF!
"Wuzzgoinon?"
"We didn't know you were here already!"
"Ron, don't hit him!"
The Trio
Half Blood Prince
Chapter Five p89
~meneando~ Ah yes, October 6, 2005. Recollecting the remnants of my memory I find myself on that particular morning in which I emerged from my hour long shower, squeaky clean with my damp, customarily wavy auburn hair dangling off that faded light green, thin bath robe of mine bending down as I frantically run my hands through countless clothing choices for this day of days. Were I a practioner of prudence, this dilemma wouldn't be occurring at that moment but hey, the email from Mrs.Cortes requested formal wear and rightly so if you're about to hang out with a president. Anywho, so this is me, on the brink of being late to class because I'm so fastidious about these things. Formal dress, the best I could do then was an all black outfit but the skirt had a disturbing-for-the-occasion Halloween-ish flair to it. Worst of all, the time spent in paranoia could have been better spent preparing for that Buddhism test first period. I could have gotten more time in of course but I can never take studying for a test as homework seriously. It's jeapordised my test grades, oh, a few times but not a significant amount. Reading the miniscule scribbles on my study guide I walked to breakfast with Karinna, met with Creedence there and we sat in the neutral pod while munching down on cereal. So I sat down in the neutral pod purposely so I could get a hold of Matt and tell him I'd gotten replacements for Pam and I for the bake sale at lunch time. We may have to back up for the people reading this.
Planned way before the first Latinos Unidos meeting, the Catholic Club would take advantage of no-dessert Thursdays to sell desserts such as brownies, cookies, donuts and pumpkin bread to raise money for Hurricane Katrina. I signed up with Pam for the 12:10-12:20 shift but later on we were informed that on the same day, we were invited to lunch with the president. Ugh, having to choose between a benevolent act and an event for my benefit makes me feel so greedy. I called Wednesday night to tell Matt we couldn't keep to our shifts and so I got to finding replacements in five minutes. Laura agreed to it and she got Brittany to volunteer as well. It sort of got on my nerves how I had to vouch for Pam. I told her about the conflict as soon as I surmised it from reading the latest Latinos Unidos emails, and all she does is sit stretched out outside her room with a dazed expression on her countenance restating that we can't manage both tasks. Then I came down from the third floor having to take care of everything.
I pretty much found a table in the neutral pod just as soon as Matt gets up and leaves. Either way, Laura and Brittany would show up at lunch time. Straight to my Buddhism test from there. Reverend Morrow should consider revising the test format so it doesn't seem that we're always spitting out all the info we crammed into our minds. Practically every question is explain and define a term or concept with an essay to which I always leave a conclusion cut off for lack of time. Jap and Research Science were generally so much the same that it did a fair job of evading my mind from any political or ethnic thoughts. Then my free came along which was basically wasted because if you're doing Jap homework at a moderate pace with meeting Maduro on your mind, you don't get as much done. With the long walk to Foundation House ahead of me with the convenience of a free period I departed from Stephens but I met Tabby on the way down the stairs so we strolled together. She told me how she was fasting for Ramadan and how it would be awkward sitting there watching everyone else. I responded that it was a shame but it's worthwhile and from there we confessed our profound reverence for Islam. Fasting is one of the most effective reminders of our devotion to Allah and what I love is how it enhances willpower and discipline. Tabby also told me how she's contemplating converting to Islam and I wholeheartedly supported this decision. For some reason I think all black people are Baptists but I asked Tabby nonetheless and right now she's sorta a Catholic. And for someone who comes with such an urban background such as mine I'm simply proud that she's exploring faith by expanding her knowledge beyond the imposed Christianity on Western society.
Too bad Tabby had to go and break a pillar of Islam for dissatisfying food. Foundation House is also known as the Headmaster's house. The entrance was heavily furnished with wood and earthy tones. So Tabby and I were standing there on the vestibule while a crowd of known people were gathering around us such as Mrs.Cortes, Mrs.Kalkus, and Mr.Washington. We were mostly staring at the bodyguards and having small talk as Sydney, Frankee, and Cami arrived. Mr.Washington told us to move foward to the dining room because Frankie (freshman from Karinna's old school) was sitting by herself. The only freshman in fact. Lynne, Alice, Karinna and Pam also arrived eventually. I swear that Stephens has to be the most Hispanic house on campus thanks to the linking between all the girls. We have a couple of half-Hispanics and some full (what the hell am I? 3/4?). I know some people were invited to this lunch because of being in Latinos Unidos but what I would love to know is how the hell did so many other people get in? My intuition tells me some people snuck in but I didn't point at anyone in particular. Raaj was a lucky-ass because he got to sit next to Maduro because he's the school president. Our table got filled up Mr. and Mrs. Daniels, Mrs.Montes, Mrs.Cortes, Mrs.Easterling and Mr.Hedgeburg.
entry cont-d next time
"Wuzzgoinon?"
"We didn't know you were here already!"
"Ron, don't hit him!"
The Trio
Half Blood Prince
Chapter Five p89
~meneando~ Ah yes, October 6, 2005. Recollecting the remnants of my memory I find myself on that particular morning in which I emerged from my hour long shower, squeaky clean with my damp, customarily wavy auburn hair dangling off that faded light green, thin bath robe of mine bending down as I frantically run my hands through countless clothing choices for this day of days. Were I a practioner of prudence, this dilemma wouldn't be occurring at that moment but hey, the email from Mrs.Cortes requested formal wear and rightly so if you're about to hang out with a president. Anywho, so this is me, on the brink of being late to class because I'm so fastidious about these things. Formal dress, the best I could do then was an all black outfit but the skirt had a disturbing-for-the-occasion Halloween-ish flair to it. Worst of all, the time spent in paranoia could have been better spent preparing for that Buddhism test first period. I could have gotten more time in of course but I can never take studying for a test as homework seriously. It's jeapordised my test grades, oh, a few times but not a significant amount. Reading the miniscule scribbles on my study guide I walked to breakfast with Karinna, met with Creedence there and we sat in the neutral pod while munching down on cereal. So I sat down in the neutral pod purposely so I could get a hold of Matt and tell him I'd gotten replacements for Pam and I for the bake sale at lunch time. We may have to back up for the people reading this.
Planned way before the first Latinos Unidos meeting, the Catholic Club would take advantage of no-dessert Thursdays to sell desserts such as brownies, cookies, donuts and pumpkin bread to raise money for Hurricane Katrina. I signed up with Pam for the 12:10-12:20 shift but later on we were informed that on the same day, we were invited to lunch with the president. Ugh, having to choose between a benevolent act and an event for my benefit makes me feel so greedy. I called Wednesday night to tell Matt we couldn't keep to our shifts and so I got to finding replacements in five minutes. Laura agreed to it and she got Brittany to volunteer as well. It sort of got on my nerves how I had to vouch for Pam. I told her about the conflict as soon as I surmised it from reading the latest Latinos Unidos emails, and all she does is sit stretched out outside her room with a dazed expression on her countenance restating that we can't manage both tasks. Then I came down from the third floor having to take care of everything.
I pretty much found a table in the neutral pod just as soon as Matt gets up and leaves. Either way, Laura and Brittany would show up at lunch time. Straight to my Buddhism test from there. Reverend Morrow should consider revising the test format so it doesn't seem that we're always spitting out all the info we crammed into our minds. Practically every question is explain and define a term or concept with an essay to which I always leave a conclusion cut off for lack of time. Jap and Research Science were generally so much the same that it did a fair job of evading my mind from any political or ethnic thoughts. Then my free came along which was basically wasted because if you're doing Jap homework at a moderate pace with meeting Maduro on your mind, you don't get as much done. With the long walk to Foundation House ahead of me with the convenience of a free period I departed from Stephens but I met Tabby on the way down the stairs so we strolled together. She told me how she was fasting for Ramadan and how it would be awkward sitting there watching everyone else. I responded that it was a shame but it's worthwhile and from there we confessed our profound reverence for Islam. Fasting is one of the most effective reminders of our devotion to Allah and what I love is how it enhances willpower and discipline. Tabby also told me how she's contemplating converting to Islam and I wholeheartedly supported this decision. For some reason I think all black people are Baptists but I asked Tabby nonetheless and right now she's sorta a Catholic. And for someone who comes with such an urban background such as mine I'm simply proud that she's exploring faith by expanding her knowledge beyond the imposed Christianity on Western society.
Too bad Tabby had to go and break a pillar of Islam for dissatisfying food. Foundation House is also known as the Headmaster's house. The entrance was heavily furnished with wood and earthy tones. So Tabby and I were standing there on the vestibule while a crowd of known people were gathering around us such as Mrs.Cortes, Mrs.Kalkus, and Mr.Washington. We were mostly staring at the bodyguards and having small talk as Sydney, Frankee, and Cami arrived. Mr.Washington told us to move foward to the dining room because Frankie (freshman from Karinna's old school) was sitting by herself. The only freshman in fact. Lynne, Alice, Karinna and Pam also arrived eventually. I swear that Stephens has to be the most Hispanic house on campus thanks to the linking between all the girls. We have a couple of half-Hispanics and some full (what the hell am I? 3/4?). I know some people were invited to this lunch because of being in Latinos Unidos but what I would love to know is how the hell did so many other people get in? My intuition tells me some people snuck in but I didn't point at anyone in particular. Raaj was a lucky-ass because he got to sit next to Maduro because he's the school president. Our table got filled up Mr. and Mrs. Daniels, Mrs.Montes, Mrs.Cortes, Mrs.Easterling and Mr.Hedgeburg.
entry cont-d next time