2.20 - Maniac Monday
Today was a two liter day. I learned that Pepsi makes three liters and that may soon be incorporated into my good-bad scale. I brought in donuts to physics and ate three. Donuts put a good foundation on your morning and on Mondays give you a good jumping off point for the whole week. This week has the potential to be interesting and I'm just going to wait and see.
Before school, I got Mom to sign some forms, including the Trustee Scholarship Weekend for Allegheny College. I'll go up, stay with a current student overnight, and do the political, welcome-to-college song and dance routine. I don't mind though, because I got into college!
This morning something odd happened in physics. Barrick got a page and then hastily explained our lab then left. Shaffer and then a Mr. Henry played musical substitutes for the first half of the lab period then Mrs. Thompson came in until Mrs. Brougis showed up. I went to the office, my urge to pry floating to the surface. Here's what I surmise from what I know. Barrick has a pager that I call the Armageddon Beeper. He uses it for two reasons, the first being the emergency management people need him for something, the second is his wife needs him. Dire situations in both cases. I can't be sure, but I think the Armageddon beeper went off. Someone asked him if something was wrong and he wasn't sure just by looking. A few other facts came to the surface over the next hour. My understanding is that someone ended up at the emergency room and Barrick went there. He went there for the rest of the day, so I suppose if it wasn't his wife, someone very close to him. I could be wrong, but something about the timing of the thing leads me to the same conclusions and I wonder just how severe the situation is.
Mrs. Krebs gave us a story by Melville to read and I spent most of Period 3 reading it. The rest of the time, I slept on a lab table in Barrick's room while listening to Norah Jones. We love the new CD. Just about everyone I talked to about it drew the same conclusion: The story had no purpose and was worthless. I could not disagree more. This story poses so many questions and caused me, at least, to think about the implications. Just what is the nature of Bartleby the Scrivener and why is he there? Is he a ghost? A grim reaper? Some vestige of life that remains even after death? I ran circles in my head while everyone else seemed to gloss over. I talked to Mrs. Krebs to make sure I wasn't putting too much thought into it and she nodded while I rambled for five minutes. The extent to which I understand is that hopelessness is hard and death is often more of a mystery than we'd like to admit. It might be fodder for a discussion in the next few days. It might be nothing. Either way, I can reassure all of these AP scholars that despite how much they'd like to feel invincible and young, sooner or later, everyone gets got.
Senior Health was another asinine day where we accomplished nothing. Using a mind-bogglingly slow program, Waiter had us input our consumption for Sunday. I included Mt. Dew, venison, yogurt, a fillet of fish au gratin, and a grasshopper, which according to the quantity page, I assume to be some sort of cocktail. It still took too long and I was ready to blow my brains out. I wonder what kind of person it takes to teach a class like that and not be psychotic. I would go crazy. But then again, Waiter isn't there to teach, he's there because he's an athletic trainer. He's cagey, but dumb. And I don't trust the combination.
In AP US, I was a slave owner or something in an activity we did that closely resembled musical chairs. All I know is that I got some decent crackers and after having nothing for lunch, that was pretty good.
I came home and slept. Deeply. For many hours. Now I'm awake again and working on getting my homework done for the morning, where I will probably break open the three liter I have in reserve. Tomorrow is Ski Club and I'll need the energy.
That's the list of my life's activities at the moment. Just a benchmark to gauge my progress while I wait around here and see what else life has to bring.
Respectfully Submitted,
Art "The Brain"
Before school, I got Mom to sign some forms, including the Trustee Scholarship Weekend for Allegheny College. I'll go up, stay with a current student overnight, and do the political, welcome-to-college song and dance routine. I don't mind though, because I got into college!
This morning something odd happened in physics. Barrick got a page and then hastily explained our lab then left. Shaffer and then a Mr. Henry played musical substitutes for the first half of the lab period then Mrs. Thompson came in until Mrs. Brougis showed up. I went to the office, my urge to pry floating to the surface. Here's what I surmise from what I know. Barrick has a pager that I call the Armageddon Beeper. He uses it for two reasons, the first being the emergency management people need him for something, the second is his wife needs him. Dire situations in both cases. I can't be sure, but I think the Armageddon beeper went off. Someone asked him if something was wrong and he wasn't sure just by looking. A few other facts came to the surface over the next hour. My understanding is that someone ended up at the emergency room and Barrick went there. He went there for the rest of the day, so I suppose if it wasn't his wife, someone very close to him. I could be wrong, but something about the timing of the thing leads me to the same conclusions and I wonder just how severe the situation is.
Mrs. Krebs gave us a story by Melville to read and I spent most of Period 3 reading it. The rest of the time, I slept on a lab table in Barrick's room while listening to Norah Jones. We love the new CD. Just about everyone I talked to about it drew the same conclusion: The story had no purpose and was worthless. I could not disagree more. This story poses so many questions and caused me, at least, to think about the implications. Just what is the nature of Bartleby the Scrivener and why is he there? Is he a ghost? A grim reaper? Some vestige of life that remains even after death? I ran circles in my head while everyone else seemed to gloss over. I talked to Mrs. Krebs to make sure I wasn't putting too much thought into it and she nodded while I rambled for five minutes. The extent to which I understand is that hopelessness is hard and death is often more of a mystery than we'd like to admit. It might be fodder for a discussion in the next few days. It might be nothing. Either way, I can reassure all of these AP scholars that despite how much they'd like to feel invincible and young, sooner or later, everyone gets got.
Senior Health was another asinine day where we accomplished nothing. Using a mind-bogglingly slow program, Waiter had us input our consumption for Sunday. I included Mt. Dew, venison, yogurt, a fillet of fish au gratin, and a grasshopper, which according to the quantity page, I assume to be some sort of cocktail. It still took too long and I was ready to blow my brains out. I wonder what kind of person it takes to teach a class like that and not be psychotic. I would go crazy. But then again, Waiter isn't there to teach, he's there because he's an athletic trainer. He's cagey, but dumb. And I don't trust the combination.
In AP US, I was a slave owner or something in an activity we did that closely resembled musical chairs. All I know is that I got some decent crackers and after having nothing for lunch, that was pretty good.
I came home and slept. Deeply. For many hours. Now I'm awake again and working on getting my homework done for the morning, where I will probably break open the three liter I have in reserve. Tomorrow is Ski Club and I'll need the energy.
That's the list of my life's activities at the moment. Just a benchmark to gauge my progress while I wait around here and see what else life has to bring.
Respectfully Submitted,
Art "The Brain"