The Beginnings of Squeetastic Weekend
4 Days Until GoF!!!!
Non-verbal spells were now expected, not only in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but in Charms and Transfiguration too. Harry frequently looked over at his classmates in the common room or at mealtimes to see them purple in the face and straining as though they had overdosed U-No-Poo.
Half Blood Prince
Chapter Eleven p217
So I'll have to cut off the presidential entry for now because a rarity has occurred. My life is being eventful partially because I'm taking the initiative and the rest I owe to God granting me luck. On to the squeetasticness which is a superb word and I expect it to be coined in the fandom with so many fangirls squirming around. Friday the 11th, I was finishing up my classes now that finals are this week. Saturday I only had English class in which we were public speaking to the class with a speech concocted to our liking for about 2min. But seeing that I've planned my long weekend for a while now, as much as it pains me to miss out on a chance to verbally humiliate myself, I would have to be absent. Last Tuesday, I'd asked Mr. Eldridge to sign the permission form in order to not show up with his consent and awareness. Naturally he inquired on the matter but all I said is that it was for "something." He began guessing if I was attending some special event such as a wedding or birthday. When I answered no to the wedding, he asked if I was getting married. He highly recommends it. That line is just some of the proof of how... singular every Lawrenceville English teacher is. I am so keeping Reece and Stephanie in suspense right now, jaja. I took my Islam test last Friday. It was a snap for two reasons. One being that I'm fond enough to convert to Islam and the other was that I knew the material inside out. Got it back today and I did score 100, yippee. Speaking objectively, Islam is a religion set out to purify the initial message of monotheism which has become so corrupt in a facile manner.
Drifting away from being off topic now, last period was the dreaded in class essay on the Great Gatsby and as is typical I most likely bombed it but admittedly, that's been the in class I've applied the most concentration on while next to me Bobby Smith was doing these crazy antics because he was so unfocused. Most of us chose the second prompt which related the instruments of sight and perception to the message Fitzgerald is trying to say about reality. In my additional studies the night before I was most intrigued to find out that Fitzgerald is Gatsby. I posted my essay on Blackboard and turned around to look for Mr.Eldridge in the lab. Dan, he left. Hoping he was in his classroom, I strided down there and asked him what I would do about the speech since I'd be out of class. After reminding him, he suggested moving mine to Monday and as I acquiesed with my robotic "alright" he proposed me either presenting my speech or just moving on to the second round. Did I really want to continue onto the next round? Yes, simply because it's cool to get recognition for a linguistic endeavor but no, because I choke when talking with something rehearsed. One has to wonder why I get the privilege of progressing onto round 2 without ever participating in the primary round but I believe I follow Mr. Eldridge's logic. I have a knack for literary analysis whenever I write and so that I'm positive has something to do with it otherwise it would be on a total whim.
With all that last period I sorta arrived to my room late and we missed the first bus outta here and I landed myself with quite a grumpy mum. We were downstairs in the foyer and then my brain had a beautious memory spark. I couldn't leave behind my paperback copy of Goblet of Fire and you will soon see why. I hope someone finds it ironic enough that I remembered that I abandoned my camera three minutes before the bus was scheduled to drive by the stop. On the train, I did some of my Research Science homework and discussed with my mum heatedly about my anxieties of where I will study for college. One thing is final and it's that I remain vehement on not resuming my studies in the U.S. I'm not going to confine myself here for another bunch of years. As soon as I graduate, my mum can at last depart from the States and she is still intent on following me. That aroused a bit of conflict since my mum does not hold the desire to immigrate to another foreign country and start all over again. I was infuriated because that's exactly what she did for college and plus no one is forcing her to accompany me but for her, of course, separating ourselves is out of the question. And while it may not be the U.K., Spain and Argentina aren't far off choices either. The point is that I'm out of here and if my college counselor hinders me from these aims, there will be trouble, big time. Still no dsl at home due to the technical difficulties residing in a basement provides so they refunded with free dial-up. I didn't really manage anything with the dial-up and I spent the night fasting since noon. All this drudgery while my anticipation was building up for the following day. I skipped class, mind you. Can you guess what was up with my Saturday???
Your World View
You are a moralist with conventional ideas, which some people would call old-fashioned.
You probably think that most of the world falls badly below your standards.
Your inhibitions and sense of guilt are in the way of your happiness.
You think that people tend to use sex for evil, as a weapon.
Your parents probably played a big part in the formation of such a guilt complex as yours.
Your mind is in chains, and it's time you did something to free it.
What Is Your World View?
Ooh yes, the world does fall miserably below my standards. If rape exists, then sex can be used as a weapon. The quiz lost me at the guilt complex. What do I have to be guilty about if I'm such a moralist? Answer me, you blogthingy.
Non-verbal spells were now expected, not only in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but in Charms and Transfiguration too. Harry frequently looked over at his classmates in the common room or at mealtimes to see them purple in the face and straining as though they had overdosed U-No-Poo.
Half Blood Prince
Chapter Eleven p217
So I'll have to cut off the presidential entry for now because a rarity has occurred. My life is being eventful partially because I'm taking the initiative and the rest I owe to God granting me luck. On to the squeetasticness which is a superb word and I expect it to be coined in the fandom with so many fangirls squirming around. Friday the 11th, I was finishing up my classes now that finals are this week. Saturday I only had English class in which we were public speaking to the class with a speech concocted to our liking for about 2min. But seeing that I've planned my long weekend for a while now, as much as it pains me to miss out on a chance to verbally humiliate myself, I would have to be absent. Last Tuesday, I'd asked Mr. Eldridge to sign the permission form in order to not show up with his consent and awareness. Naturally he inquired on the matter but all I said is that it was for "something." He began guessing if I was attending some special event such as a wedding or birthday. When I answered no to the wedding, he asked if I was getting married. He highly recommends it. That line is just some of the proof of how... singular every Lawrenceville English teacher is. I am so keeping Reece and Stephanie in suspense right now, jaja. I took my Islam test last Friday. It was a snap for two reasons. One being that I'm fond enough to convert to Islam and the other was that I knew the material inside out. Got it back today and I did score 100, yippee. Speaking objectively, Islam is a religion set out to purify the initial message of monotheism which has become so corrupt in a facile manner.
Drifting away from being off topic now, last period was the dreaded in class essay on the Great Gatsby and as is typical I most likely bombed it but admittedly, that's been the in class I've applied the most concentration on while next to me Bobby Smith was doing these crazy antics because he was so unfocused. Most of us chose the second prompt which related the instruments of sight and perception to the message Fitzgerald is trying to say about reality. In my additional studies the night before I was most intrigued to find out that Fitzgerald is Gatsby. I posted my essay on Blackboard and turned around to look for Mr.Eldridge in the lab. Dan, he left. Hoping he was in his classroom, I strided down there and asked him what I would do about the speech since I'd be out of class. After reminding him, he suggested moving mine to Monday and as I acquiesed with my robotic "alright" he proposed me either presenting my speech or just moving on to the second round. Did I really want to continue onto the next round? Yes, simply because it's cool to get recognition for a linguistic endeavor but no, because I choke when talking with something rehearsed. One has to wonder why I get the privilege of progressing onto round 2 without ever participating in the primary round but I believe I follow Mr. Eldridge's logic. I have a knack for literary analysis whenever I write and so that I'm positive has something to do with it otherwise it would be on a total whim.
With all that last period I sorta arrived to my room late and we missed the first bus outta here and I landed myself with quite a grumpy mum. We were downstairs in the foyer and then my brain had a beautious memory spark. I couldn't leave behind my paperback copy of Goblet of Fire and you will soon see why. I hope someone finds it ironic enough that I remembered that I abandoned my camera three minutes before the bus was scheduled to drive by the stop. On the train, I did some of my Research Science homework and discussed with my mum heatedly about my anxieties of where I will study for college. One thing is final and it's that I remain vehement on not resuming my studies in the U.S. I'm not going to confine myself here for another bunch of years. As soon as I graduate, my mum can at last depart from the States and she is still intent on following me. That aroused a bit of conflict since my mum does not hold the desire to immigrate to another foreign country and start all over again. I was infuriated because that's exactly what she did for college and plus no one is forcing her to accompany me but for her, of course, separating ourselves is out of the question. And while it may not be the U.K., Spain and Argentina aren't far off choices either. The point is that I'm out of here and if my college counselor hinders me from these aims, there will be trouble, big time. Still no dsl at home due to the technical difficulties residing in a basement provides so they refunded with free dial-up. I didn't really manage anything with the dial-up and I spent the night fasting since noon. All this drudgery while my anticipation was building up for the following day. I skipped class, mind you. Can you guess what was up with my Saturday???
Your World View
You are a moralist with conventional ideas, which some people would call old-fashioned.
You probably think that most of the world falls badly below your standards.
Your inhibitions and sense of guilt are in the way of your happiness.
You think that people tend to use sex for evil, as a weapon.
Your parents probably played a big part in the formation of such a guilt complex as yours.
Your mind is in chains, and it's time you did something to free it.
What Is Your World View?
Ooh yes, the world does fall miserably below my standards. If rape exists, then sex can be used as a weapon. The quiz lost me at the guilt complex. What do I have to be guilty about if I'm such a moralist? Answer me, you blogthingy.