I have to pull a Freudian and a feminist reading of HP3 (film) out of my arse by Friday
Merit on my science test (on electro-magnetic radiation and sound), yatta! For some reason, despite not doing any sciences for a year and having quit math completely, my class (or at least Phoebe and Ally) still thinks I'm The Smart One. Que...
And, uh, have a lameass voicepost on the New Zealand Film Commission. We had to make non-statutory responses (either a complaint or a compliment) to some NZ organization that promotes NZ identity and I whine a lot so I decided to complain, and instead of making a poster or something I foolishly decided to use technology. (Well, I didn't buy that sixty fucking dollar pop screen for nothing, damnit...) At least I scrapped my original vlog idea. Although, seriously, see the subject... Would someone remind me why I do media?
I've started on the whole music library shtick. The room's looking less of a mess, just trying to get all the music sitting around boxed at the moment. I love it, though. It's insane. I'm well aware I'm capable of Great StuffTM yet it's frigging filing I love.
Today has been emotional for the lamest reasons ever, none of which is PMS.
It all started in Latin. We learn vocab via quizzes and peer pressure, in that if the entire class gets all ten words correct, everyone gets candy. That said, most of us just learn the words five minutes before we get tested on them anyway. Today's list of words to learn was particularly difficult. I got five out of ten. This doesn't seem like the end of the world until you take into account the rest of the class glaring at you for ruining their lolly. I always tend to make things that much worse by earning a lolly by sheer dumb luck.
Then we moved onto the literature. We're currently studying the rape of Lucretia as written by Ovid. Yesterday we translated the scene of her suicide, which got me pretty upset for the next period. Today we went through the language, and Mrs. McKenzie noted Ovid's epic effect echoing the Aeneid and, um, Orpheus? No. Someone else who had a loved one die on them. And then I was almost in tears. In front of our principal Mrs. Davidson who had randomly popped in with a camera. (She does that, just wanders around our classes. It's happened to me in music and Latin so far.) Oops.
And then at lunchtime Julia played the hall and it was...guh. Julia's this amazing singer-songwriter in our year, in our music class, in our form class, and she's like...wow. She's talented to the point that on her songwriting course at Whitireia, she got kicked out to go record her songs in an actual studio and the guy taking the course raved about her to other musos in the sense of "if I had a record company, I would sign her on the spot". (It's, of course, incredibly annoying to have someone like that in your music class when you're having a crap day with your composition and she comes in, sits down at the piano, and is amazing.) She just plays/sings with such passion it's contagious.
Rangers revived me a bit (for someone who lies down everywhere whining that she's tired, I'm still good at doing my drama queen thing), and then I got home and did some non-educational stats and...had today's stupid emo day blown out of the water.
The thing about making friends online is that you can feel so helpless, because your well-wishing looks so insincere when you type it out and an e-hug feels too weak and pathetic to cross an ocean.
And, uh, have a lameass voicepost on the New Zealand Film Commission. We had to make non-statutory responses (either a complaint or a compliment) to some NZ organization that promotes NZ identity and I whine a lot so I decided to complain, and instead of making a poster or something I foolishly decided to use technology. (Well, I didn't buy that sixty fucking dollar pop screen for nothing, damnit...) At least I scrapped my original vlog idea. Although, seriously, see the subject... Would someone remind me why I do media?
I've started on the whole music library shtick. The room's looking less of a mess, just trying to get all the music sitting around boxed at the moment. I love it, though. It's insane. I'm well aware I'm capable of Great StuffTM yet it's frigging filing I love.
Today has been emotional for the lamest reasons ever, none of which is PMS.
It all started in Latin. We learn vocab via quizzes and peer pressure, in that if the entire class gets all ten words correct, everyone gets candy. That said, most of us just learn the words five minutes before we get tested on them anyway. Today's list of words to learn was particularly difficult. I got five out of ten. This doesn't seem like the end of the world until you take into account the rest of the class glaring at you for ruining their lolly. I always tend to make things that much worse by earning a lolly by sheer dumb luck.
Then we moved onto the literature. We're currently studying the rape of Lucretia as written by Ovid. Yesterday we translated the scene of her suicide, which got me pretty upset for the next period. Today we went through the language, and Mrs. McKenzie noted Ovid's epic effect echoing the Aeneid and, um, Orpheus? No. Someone else who had a loved one die on them. And then I was almost in tears. In front of our principal Mrs. Davidson who had randomly popped in with a camera. (She does that, just wanders around our classes. It's happened to me in music and Latin so far.) Oops.
And then at lunchtime Julia played the hall and it was...guh. Julia's this amazing singer-songwriter in our year, in our music class, in our form class, and she's like...wow. She's talented to the point that on her songwriting course at Whitireia, she got kicked out to go record her songs in an actual studio and the guy taking the course raved about her to other musos in the sense of "if I had a record company, I would sign her on the spot". (It's, of course, incredibly annoying to have someone like that in your music class when you're having a crap day with your composition and she comes in, sits down at the piano, and is amazing.) She just plays/sings with such passion it's contagious.
Rangers revived me a bit (for someone who lies down everywhere whining that she's tired, I'm still good at doing my drama queen thing), and then I got home and did some non-educational stats and...had today's stupid emo day blown out of the water.
The thing about making friends online is that you can feel so helpless, because your well-wishing looks so insincere when you type it out and an e-hug feels too weak and pathetic to cross an ocean.