today was an interesting day
it started off as an average normal day. and then i got dizzy and out of it, which started off the interestingness of today.
i asked mrs cavalli a favor, to help me write my speech in june when it comes time. she seemed very excited and happy to help me, whereas she was cautious before i mentioned what the favor is. we are starting the kite runner; i am excited to read it. there are so many books i want to read now. i want to read other books by Albert Camus, other than The Stranger, such as The Plague, The Fall, Exile and the Kingdom, The Rebel, and The Myth of Sisyphus. We were going to read The Heart of Darkness, but she said we probably wont have time. I think I will read it on my own. Also, since we are reading the Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns sounds like a good idea to read as well. Im in a bookish mood lately.
gym class was insane. we played rugby again. somehow i made it past everyone and down the length of the gym to score. so as im placing the ball down to score, anthony ricciardi comes out of no where and shoves me. i flew to the ground and slid across the floor, and now my thigh is on fire. but it was a sick game. especially since my goal counts.
art pleased me so much. mrs curin became incredibly frustrated. she doesnt understand that i can methodically plan out my pictures and carry through with them entirely as planned. she asked how long it takes me and i said its done when its done. she asked how i feel about a picture when i finnish it and i replied indifferent. mrs curin does not seem to understand that i have a mediocre display of emotions. she tried to explain that i need to continue working past pieces to get new ideas. she mentioned some artist and went on and on about him. and asked if i agreed after wards. now most people would say yea and nod. but that was not what happened in my case. i replied instead, that i am not familiar with the artist and therefore did not grasp the meaning of the metaphor she was trying to portray. so we went through my artwork to see what i could rework, and we have not come up with anything because i had valid arguments for each piece that Mrs. Curin could not disagree with. she said she will be up all night trying to understand me. i am too systematic for her to understand. she asked what my surroundings are like when i draw. and i said im alone in the front room of the house with a computer, desk, and tv and what not. i cannot stand the quiet while i work, so i listen to music or watch a movie during. mrs curin thought that would influence how my picture comes out. but i replied not really, because i do not focus on it too much. so i am a conundrum to her.
as a result of mrs curin trying to get me, i was late to macro economics. they went on a field trip to find me. koch told me to hide. so i snuck into the classroom after the class had went looking for me.
i bought new headphones after school. the guy was soo hitting on me. it was funny. he asked how i hurt my finger and i said playing rugby. so we ended up chatting a bit. then i left.
so i keep getting hurt. at play rehearsal today, i got hit in the back with a gazebo, in the face with curtains, i tripped over stands to hold up the windows, pushed, etc. wats up with this bad luck.
i asked mrs cavalli a favor, to help me write my speech in june when it comes time. she seemed very excited and happy to help me, whereas she was cautious before i mentioned what the favor is. we are starting the kite runner; i am excited to read it. there are so many books i want to read now. i want to read other books by Albert Camus, other than The Stranger, such as The Plague, The Fall, Exile and the Kingdom, The Rebel, and The Myth of Sisyphus. We were going to read The Heart of Darkness, but she said we probably wont have time. I think I will read it on my own. Also, since we are reading the Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns sounds like a good idea to read as well. Im in a bookish mood lately.
gym class was insane. we played rugby again. somehow i made it past everyone and down the length of the gym to score. so as im placing the ball down to score, anthony ricciardi comes out of no where and shoves me. i flew to the ground and slid across the floor, and now my thigh is on fire. but it was a sick game. especially since my goal counts.
art pleased me so much. mrs curin became incredibly frustrated. she doesnt understand that i can methodically plan out my pictures and carry through with them entirely as planned. she asked how long it takes me and i said its done when its done. she asked how i feel about a picture when i finnish it and i replied indifferent. mrs curin does not seem to understand that i have a mediocre display of emotions. she tried to explain that i need to continue working past pieces to get new ideas. she mentioned some artist and went on and on about him. and asked if i agreed after wards. now most people would say yea and nod. but that was not what happened in my case. i replied instead, that i am not familiar with the artist and therefore did not grasp the meaning of the metaphor she was trying to portray. so we went through my artwork to see what i could rework, and we have not come up with anything because i had valid arguments for each piece that Mrs. Curin could not disagree with. she said she will be up all night trying to understand me. i am too systematic for her to understand. she asked what my surroundings are like when i draw. and i said im alone in the front room of the house with a computer, desk, and tv and what not. i cannot stand the quiet while i work, so i listen to music or watch a movie during. mrs curin thought that would influence how my picture comes out. but i replied not really, because i do not focus on it too much. so i am a conundrum to her.
as a result of mrs curin trying to get me, i was late to macro economics. they went on a field trip to find me. koch told me to hide. so i snuck into the classroom after the class had went looking for me.
i bought new headphones after school. the guy was soo hitting on me. it was funny. he asked how i hurt my finger and i said playing rugby. so we ended up chatting a bit. then i left.
so i keep getting hurt. at play rehearsal today, i got hit in the back with a gazebo, in the face with curtains, i tripped over stands to hold up the windows, pushed, etc. wats up with this bad luck.