I learned today that you can hold seven things in your short-term memory. I have six spots left.
So yesterday I promised myself I would work on my newspaper exam, but really I ended up watching The Twilight Zone and taking a nap on the couch. I'm pretty sure that's the exact opposite of productivity.
I just feel like I have so much crap to do that I kind of start to shut down. Bad habits FTL.
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Before school I decided I should go pay for my SADD shirt to get that out of the way. I walked down the hall and into Mrs. M's room, and everything seemed to be going smoothly until she banged her knee on her desk, sighed, "There has been so much death and destruction in my life lately..." and went into this really lengthy monologue about how a relative died over break and how another relative has cancer and another's going off to Afghanistan and I'm standing there with money in hand, nodding and trying to sound sympathetic but really just feeling very awkward. I couldn't see the clock from where I was standing, but listening to the toners I knew I had stood there for five minutes before she finally wrote my name down and took my seven dollars. :\
English- We almost didn't watch Ethan Frome today. I would have been so angry. Ever since I saw that trailer for Taken a couple days ago I've been needing a Liam Neeson fix. Yes, it's a very odd thing to want. I've also been craving a pastry with raisins cooked in. God, you'd think I'm 80 years old or something.
Anyway, you know, when I read in the book that Ethan Frome was crippled, I imagined House, of course. The producers of the movie clearly envisioned something much more severe. His posture more or less resembled a backwards capital R, and, oh god, we couldn't stop laughing at him. I don't believe anyone in the class had pictured something that ridiculous. He was actually quite scary.
Modern Film & Lit- The shitty movie fest continued. We watched Animal Farm. Yeah, there's a movie--two, in fact, but Mrs. S said she would spare us and let us watch the "newer" one. It's everything I'm sure you could imagine: essentially, Babe with communist overtones.
Lunch- Shannon visited. :D (Btw, sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you! You have to tell me what Mr. Bailey said. :))
Psychology- The chapter we're on deals with learning and memory. I'd just reached the introductory paragraph on attention when I was distracted by Mr. P kneeling down by Mr. Bailey's desk, talking about how "frickin' hilarious" the show 30 Rock is. Ah! Which reminds me, I still need to watch that episode with Chris Hansen. I've strayed from NBC programming, but I still get sucked in for good guest stars.
There's this junior in my class who I used to know from biology a couple years back. Jessica. I'm sure she's plenty smart, but she acts so damn superior about taking all these AP or "senior" classes that it drives me crazy. Needless to say, I derive way too much pleasure from hearing her say something stupid. For example:
Ok, next year our school is switching from a semester to trimester curriculum, something the underclassmen are going to have to struggle to get used to. Anyway, she was complaining that her friend always harps on her for referring to the future trimesters as semesters, and I heard Jessica comment to Kristy, "Does it matter? I mean, wouldn't we have to call these bi-mesters?"
And I was like, Semesters mean two, dumbass. She's a science student. You'd think she'd be able to break down words better than that.
Math- Mr. T is so casually pessimistic. He was talking today about applying former knowledge when he said, "If you take calculus in college and your algebra skills aren't that great, you will fail miserably, drop out, and you will say that it was the hardest class that you ever took."
THANK YOU, SISTER MARY SUNSHINE.
I just feel like I have so much crap to do that I kind of start to shut down. Bad habits FTL.
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Before school I decided I should go pay for my SADD shirt to get that out of the way. I walked down the hall and into Mrs. M's room, and everything seemed to be going smoothly until she banged her knee on her desk, sighed, "There has been so much death and destruction in my life lately..." and went into this really lengthy monologue about how a relative died over break and how another relative has cancer and another's going off to Afghanistan and I'm standing there with money in hand, nodding and trying to sound sympathetic but really just feeling very awkward. I couldn't see the clock from where I was standing, but listening to the toners I knew I had stood there for five minutes before she finally wrote my name down and took my seven dollars. :\
English- We almost didn't watch Ethan Frome today. I would have been so angry. Ever since I saw that trailer for Taken a couple days ago I've been needing a Liam Neeson fix. Yes, it's a very odd thing to want. I've also been craving a pastry with raisins cooked in. God, you'd think I'm 80 years old or something.
Anyway, you know, when I read in the book that Ethan Frome was crippled, I imagined House, of course. The producers of the movie clearly envisioned something much more severe. His posture more or less resembled a backwards capital R, and, oh god, we couldn't stop laughing at him. I don't believe anyone in the class had pictured something that ridiculous. He was actually quite scary.
Modern Film & Lit- The shitty movie fest continued. We watched Animal Farm. Yeah, there's a movie--two, in fact, but Mrs. S said she would spare us and let us watch the "newer" one. It's everything I'm sure you could imagine: essentially, Babe with communist overtones.
Lunch- Shannon visited. :D (Btw, sorry I didn't get to say goodbye to you! You have to tell me what Mr. Bailey said. :))
Psychology- The chapter we're on deals with learning and memory. I'd just reached the introductory paragraph on attention when I was distracted by Mr. P kneeling down by Mr. Bailey's desk, talking about how "frickin' hilarious" the show 30 Rock is. Ah! Which reminds me, I still need to watch that episode with Chris Hansen. I've strayed from NBC programming, but I still get sucked in for good guest stars.
There's this junior in my class who I used to know from biology a couple years back. Jessica. I'm sure she's plenty smart, but she acts so damn superior about taking all these AP or "senior" classes that it drives me crazy. Needless to say, I derive way too much pleasure from hearing her say something stupid. For example:
Ok, next year our school is switching from a semester to trimester curriculum, something the underclassmen are going to have to struggle to get used to. Anyway, she was complaining that her friend always harps on her for referring to the future trimesters as semesters, and I heard Jessica comment to Kristy, "Does it matter? I mean, wouldn't we have to call these bi-mesters?"
And I was like, Semesters mean two, dumbass. She's a science student. You'd think she'd be able to break down words better than that.
Math- Mr. T is so casually pessimistic. He was talking today about applying former knowledge when he said, "If you take calculus in college and your algebra skills aren't that great, you will fail miserably, drop out, and you will say that it was the hardest class that you ever took."
THANK YOU, SISTER MARY SUNSHINE.