Analytical Thoughts on Deep Things (a.k.a. Trivial Bull and otherwise)
"Come on, go deep."
-Victoria Tyson
::My day::
Today has been up and odwn. It started off good. Prospects of a two hour delay flew back and forth as DCPS decided wether a deadly amount of ice was enough to keep schools from openning two hours late. I got to school early as always and fooled around while working with Charade on a project in the library. Things went sour when it was officially announced that schools were opennning on time. It turned out to be okay because first period was just lazing around and talking, but things went sour as Ms. Tyson really curtailed possible options by constantly checking up on our conversations. I was helping several people with Algerbra 2 work while talking with Charade (Charade is a big part of my mornings, he is my coffee substituted, caffinated Ideas). Of corse we were disscussing nothing of importance when Ms. Tyson called from accross the room and said, "What are you talking about?" She was asking Charade, but I had to open my big mouth and say in his ear, "Algebra 2." BAD IDEA. Ms. Tyson had me come over and have a little "talk" about lying. She said that few people can lie that quickly. I try to explain truthfully, but her initial offense had put me on such hard defense that I was just BSing answers. (More on this tomorrow). She ended the conversation by giving me six months to get back a good rep. Of course she started this by assigning me a two page essay on why 'I' lie. How nice. The day did then take a nice turn as I went to second period. Ms. Dillalo, my french teacher, made today's lesson easy and restful. We reviewed some easy vocabulary, then took a simple test. To top it off, she took us on the bus to "La Madaline", a french bakery and cafe. Lunch was expensive and we had to order in french, but it tasted excellent. I missed the bus back and had to run. Third period was new because of our semester class swap. My new teacher was a bit drab, but I have good classmates and things should be interesting. Things again took a turn for the worst when I got home. My basement had flooded from all this rain, and as I type this my mom is trying to save the junk that's in there and yelling and explative every few seconds. Now, I have a basketball game to go to with my boy scout troop, in uniform. This is gonna be a bitch.
-Victoria Tyson
::My day::
Today has been up and odwn. It started off good. Prospects of a two hour delay flew back and forth as DCPS decided wether a deadly amount of ice was enough to keep schools from openning two hours late. I got to school early as always and fooled around while working with Charade on a project in the library. Things went sour when it was officially announced that schools were opennning on time. It turned out to be okay because first period was just lazing around and talking, but things went sour as Ms. Tyson really curtailed possible options by constantly checking up on our conversations. I was helping several people with Algerbra 2 work while talking with Charade (Charade is a big part of my mornings, he is my coffee substituted, caffinated Ideas). Of corse we were disscussing nothing of importance when Ms. Tyson called from accross the room and said, "What are you talking about?" She was asking Charade, but I had to open my big mouth and say in his ear, "Algebra 2." BAD IDEA. Ms. Tyson had me come over and have a little "talk" about lying. She said that few people can lie that quickly. I try to explain truthfully, but her initial offense had put me on such hard defense that I was just BSing answers. (More on this tomorrow). She ended the conversation by giving me six months to get back a good rep. Of course she started this by assigning me a two page essay on why 'I' lie. How nice. The day did then take a nice turn as I went to second period. Ms. Dillalo, my french teacher, made today's lesson easy and restful. We reviewed some easy vocabulary, then took a simple test. To top it off, she took us on the bus to "La Madaline", a french bakery and cafe. Lunch was expensive and we had to order in french, but it tasted excellent. I missed the bus back and had to run. Third period was new because of our semester class swap. My new teacher was a bit drab, but I have good classmates and things should be interesting. Things again took a turn for the worst when I got home. My basement had flooded from all this rain, and as I type this my mom is trying to save the junk that's in there and yelling and explative every few seconds. Now, I have a basketball game to go to with my boy scout troop, in uniform. This is gonna be a bitch.