Hello again, Blogger.
So for the past few days, I have begun to just feel so tired for some reason. I slept at at 9:15 one day, and I woke up feeling pretty refreshed. That afternoon, all I wanted to do was to nap. And nap. And nap. Our classes have slowed down, and I have been getting progressively less and less homework. Ironically, my non-AP classes have issued more and more homework and projects while my AP classes have started to lull as AP exams draw near...
Random tangent time.
I was on the bus on the way home today, when this sophomore (who was sitting in the very last seat, might I add. Rude. It's common knowledge that juniors/the-single-senior-who-doesn't-have-a-car get the last few rows) was discussing her schedule with her friend. She was telling her how everyone was taking on a large workload junior year so their senior year would be lighter. I silently agreed with this thought process. This girl then proceeded to tell her friend how she didn't agree with this type of schedule and that she would rather take on a more difficult senior year.
Excuse me. What.
Why would you EVER want a tough senior schedule? That literally doesn't make any sense to me. I can't even partially agree with her or even qualify that statement. First of all, have you ever heard of this little thing called senioritis? Yeah. That. Symptoms usually appear either at the start of 2nd semester or the moment one commits to a college. That brings me to my next point. First semester senior year will be filled with college researching, campus visits, college apps, scholarship apps, essays, and your senior year schedule. I personally wouldn't want to handle all of that AND a heavy workload.
The girl's reasons for this though process?
SAT studying
SAT prep classes
As far as I'm concerned, that's pretty much the same thing. And I don't want to speak prematurely, but I think it would be safe to say that college anything (prep, apps, research etc) trumps the SAT time-wise. And let's be candid here. This might sound extremely stereotypical, but LET'S BE HONEST HERE. Her idea of a "heavy workload" probably consists of an AP. Possibly two. Are you kidding me? I have sophomore friends who are taking two AP's currently and who will be taking around four APs next year along with GT Calc.
Just saying.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
I literally hate titles #manasa
It seems like this blog will be a blog full of hate. But it's okay. That means I'll be able to get all my hatred out here and be a better person in real life. Or something like that.......
So this post will be about today in yearbook. And yes, it refers to specific people, but I know for a fact that they will never read this. But just in case, I'll use pseudonyms.
So today we were having a meeting, talking about elements for next year's yearbook. And since I'm the copy editor (which means I edit all the text in the yearbook), I had to come up with a list of catchy phrases we can use next year on the pages. Now I had a group of people who helped me come up with the list. I'll call them Girl 1 and Girl 2 (Girl 2 doesn't come up much in this particular rant...). Now we were collaborating and coming up with the list of phrases, and it was obvious that Girl 1 and I came up with the majority of the phrases, but that was okay. I was fine with that. Back to the meeting. So we were having a nice discussion, but Mrs. Smith (Yes I realize that you're probably going to be the only one reading this, Mrs. Smith, but I'll still refer to you by name) noted that Girl 1 and Girl 2 weren't here for the discussion when we were talking about the work they helped with. Now this next part requires a little bit of background....
FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY
Mrs. Smith was busy that day, so she couldn't sit in on our meeting, but we continued anyways and resolved to let her know what we discussed. Our meeting was about the list that Girl 1, Girl 2, and I came up with over the past several weeks when we were trying to remember these 4 specific phrases that we had already decided to use as overarching themes for the 4 sections of the yearbook (for the sake of secrecy of the yearbook's theme, I'll use different phrases). Now no one could really remember what they were except for Girl 1. She insisted that one of them was "Looking back." She was right. But the other members didn't trust her judgement and ignored her comment and continued on searching for the single sheet of paper that had the theme names on it.
"Looking back. Looking back. Looking back. Looking back," Girl 1 declared repeatedly.
"Oh. It is 'looking back,'" Annoying 1 reluctantly admitted. (Please note that Annoying 1 is essentially the manager of yearbook)
Now the other yearbookers quietly snickered at Girl 1's insistence and mocked her for (paying attention in meetings?) repeatedly reiterating the theme. (Also note that the main "posse" behind this mockery includes but is not limited to Annoying 1, Annoying 2, and Annoying 3)
Last piece of background: Girl 1 has repeatedly asserted that she preferred a different theme than what we eventually chose. She loved the theme "Back to the Past" (again, editing the actual name for yearbook's sake).
FLASHBACK OVER
So Mrs. Smith had just casually asked the class where Girl 1 was. The class replied that no one really knew where she was. Mrs. Smith continued on anyways. At this time, our meeting was going on well. We were having a nice discussion when Mrs. Smith wondered what the 4 main themes of the yearbook were. Annoying 2 replied mockingly, "Looking back, Looking back, Looking back, Looking back. Oh my gosh shut up Girl 1 haha." The other girls of the posse took this as a chance to mock her even further and continued to repeat somethings that Girl 1 had said and repeated them and repeated them and repeated them. "Back to the Past, Back to the Past, Back to the Past, Back to the Past," Annoying 3 jeered. Everyone in the classroom (keep in mind that a few people were missing that day) except me chimed in with her own jest that mocked someone else absent from the room.
I kept quiet.
I would like to point out that one person who took part in this collective bullying was complaining to me not 3 weeks ago how some people made fun of Girl 2 during another meeting. I'll call her Hypocrite 1. A few weeks ago she made an impassioned speech about how Annoying 1, 2, and 3 were always making fun of everyone in the class.
This specific incident is a huge part of why I don't speak up as much as I would like to. Girl 1 is friends with Annoying 2 and 3 (Or at least more friends with them than I am), and she gets treated horribly when she isn't here. Her 'friends' are rude and condescending, and I would hate to think what they would say about me if I wasn't in class one day. Me, who is the outsider in that class, who isn't remotely friends with any of the "Annoyings."
So I keep quiet.
At the end of the meeting, Mrs. Smith remarked that my list was very complete and that there were some great ideas. I informed her that Girl 1 came up with a good portion of the list. The Annoying posse quickly jumped on that statement and immediately made fun of Girl 1's tendency to research any and every topic (And how is that a bad thing? At least she's educating herself unlike some people...).
"I swear. Girl 1 doesn't even do her homework when she gets home. All she does is research stuff," said Annoying 2.
At that moment, our meeting ended and we went to do our own thing. The Annoying posse sat around and did nothing but each their lunches. Hypocrite 1 darted out to another teacher's classroom. And I retreated back to the cave, Bio review book in hand.
So this post will be about today in yearbook. And yes, it refers to specific people, but I know for a fact that they will never read this. But just in case, I'll use pseudonyms.
So today we were having a meeting, talking about elements for next year's yearbook. And since I'm the copy editor (which means I edit all the text in the yearbook), I had to come up with a list of catchy phrases we can use next year on the pages. Now I had a group of people who helped me come up with the list. I'll call them Girl 1 and Girl 2 (Girl 2 doesn't come up much in this particular rant...). Now we were collaborating and coming up with the list of phrases, and it was obvious that Girl 1 and I came up with the majority of the phrases, but that was okay. I was fine with that. Back to the meeting. So we were having a nice discussion, but Mrs. Smith (Yes I realize that you're probably going to be the only one reading this, Mrs. Smith, but I'll still refer to you by name) noted that Girl 1 and Girl 2 weren't here for the discussion when we were talking about the work they helped with. Now this next part requires a little bit of background....
FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY
Mrs. Smith was busy that day, so she couldn't sit in on our meeting, but we continued anyways and resolved to let her know what we discussed. Our meeting was about the list that Girl 1, Girl 2, and I came up with over the past several weeks when we were trying to remember these 4 specific phrases that we had already decided to use as overarching themes for the 4 sections of the yearbook (for the sake of secrecy of the yearbook's theme, I'll use different phrases). Now no one could really remember what they were except for Girl 1. She insisted that one of them was "Looking back." She was right. But the other members didn't trust her judgement and ignored her comment and continued on searching for the single sheet of paper that had the theme names on it.
"Looking back. Looking back. Looking back. Looking back," Girl 1 declared repeatedly.
"Oh. It is 'looking back,'" Annoying 1 reluctantly admitted. (Please note that Annoying 1 is essentially the manager of yearbook)
Now the other yearbookers quietly snickered at Girl 1's insistence and mocked her for (paying attention in meetings?) repeatedly reiterating the theme. (Also note that the main "posse" behind this mockery includes but is not limited to Annoying 1, Annoying 2, and Annoying 3)
Last piece of background: Girl 1 has repeatedly asserted that she preferred a different theme than what we eventually chose. She loved the theme "Back to the Past" (again, editing the actual name for yearbook's sake).
FLASHBACK OVER
So Mrs. Smith had just casually asked the class where Girl 1 was. The class replied that no one really knew where she was. Mrs. Smith continued on anyways. At this time, our meeting was going on well. We were having a nice discussion when Mrs. Smith wondered what the 4 main themes of the yearbook were. Annoying 2 replied mockingly, "Looking back, Looking back, Looking back, Looking back. Oh my gosh shut up Girl 1 haha." The other girls of the posse took this as a chance to mock her even further and continued to repeat somethings that Girl 1 had said and repeated them and repeated them and repeated them. "Back to the Past, Back to the Past, Back to the Past, Back to the Past," Annoying 3 jeered. Everyone in the classroom (keep in mind that a few people were missing that day) except me chimed in with her own jest that mocked someone else absent from the room.
I kept quiet.
I would like to point out that one person who took part in this collective bullying was complaining to me not 3 weeks ago how some people made fun of Girl 2 during another meeting. I'll call her Hypocrite 1. A few weeks ago she made an impassioned speech about how Annoying 1, 2, and 3 were always making fun of everyone in the class.
This specific incident is a huge part of why I don't speak up as much as I would like to. Girl 1 is friends with Annoying 2 and 3 (Or at least more friends with them than I am), and she gets treated horribly when she isn't here. Her 'friends' are rude and condescending, and I would hate to think what they would say about me if I wasn't in class one day. Me, who is the outsider in that class, who isn't remotely friends with any of the "Annoyings."
So I keep quiet.
At the end of the meeting, Mrs. Smith remarked that my list was very complete and that there were some great ideas. I informed her that Girl 1 came up with a good portion of the list. The Annoying posse quickly jumped on that statement and immediately made fun of Girl 1's tendency to research any and every topic (And how is that a bad thing? At least she's educating herself unlike some people...).
"I swear. Girl 1 doesn't even do her homework when she gets home. All she does is research stuff," said Annoying 2.
At that moment, our meeting ended and we went to do our own thing. The Annoying posse sat around and did nothing but each their lunches. Hypocrite 1 darted out to another teacher's classroom. And I retreated back to the cave, Bio review book in hand.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Friggin' high-low. More like GO KILL YOURSELF
Oh dang, when did the layout change? I haven't been gone for THAT long...
Okay so after creeping on all of the prom pictures from last week and this week, I have begun to notice a horrible trend: high-low dresses.
Like what.
First of all, one of the main reasons you wear a long dress is so you don't have to shave your legs up that high. LET'S BE HONEST, HERE. Who actually shaves in the winter when all you wear are layers upon layers of clothing? Not this girl. Secondly, the only thing that comes to mind when I see a high-low anything is a mullet. You know those old 80's haircuts that we now shudder to think about? Yeah, those. But in the form of clothing. You want a short dress? Wear a short dress. You want a long dress? Wear a long dress. You want a medium length dress? Wear a medium length dress. Can't decide? TOO BAD. You didn't see Goldilocks looking for a bowl of porridge that was hot on one half of the bowl and cold on the other half. Sure, there are some variations that don't make me intensely cringe. The dresses that gradually go from short to long are ALL RIGHT. Not awesome, since the concept is still the same, but I can tolerate it...a little bit. But there are some dresses that look like you wore a short dress. Then wore a cape. Around your waist. To prom.
No.
No.
No.
Absolutely not.
I have also seen another trend with this year's dresses. Sure not as many people wore this kind of dress, but there were still a few. It's like a short dress with a sheer cape all around the waist. If the sheer material was opaque, it would be a normal long dress. But it's sheer.
Sheer.
You basically ruined the dress.
The dress is like a bowl of cold porridge that has been warmed in the microwave so it's hot. But the microwave didn't heat it properly and some parts are cold while others are blasting hot.
Yeah. Not pleasant.
On a happier note, I discovered that the word 'mushroom' can be used as a verb.
Carol's feelings of hate for all things high-low mushroomed until she internally combusted. (Chrome says "combusted" is not a word? Interesting.)
You'll be happy to know that I'm working on a little story that I'll post on my blog sometime in the next few weeks (I hope). I was going to post it for this week's blog, but I haven't finished it, and I needed to squeeze in another post before 11:59 :)
I might just make a list of things to rant about and put it in a bowl and randomly choose a few to talk about each week....Hm....
xoxoxoxoxoxo
#yolo
Okay so after creeping on all of the prom pictures from last week and this week, I have begun to notice a horrible trend: high-low dresses.
Like what.
First of all, one of the main reasons you wear a long dress is so you don't have to shave your legs up that high. LET'S BE HONEST, HERE. Who actually shaves in the winter when all you wear are layers upon layers of clothing? Not this girl. Secondly, the only thing that comes to mind when I see a high-low anything is a mullet. You know those old 80's haircuts that we now shudder to think about? Yeah, those. But in the form of clothing. You want a short dress? Wear a short dress. You want a long dress? Wear a long dress. You want a medium length dress? Wear a medium length dress. Can't decide? TOO BAD. You didn't see Goldilocks looking for a bowl of porridge that was hot on one half of the bowl and cold on the other half. Sure, there are some variations that don't make me intensely cringe. The dresses that gradually go from short to long are ALL RIGHT. Not awesome, since the concept is still the same, but I can tolerate it...a little bit. But there are some dresses that look like you wore a short dress. Then wore a cape. Around your waist. To prom.
No.
No.
No.
Absolutely not.
I have also seen another trend with this year's dresses. Sure not as many people wore this kind of dress, but there were still a few. It's like a short dress with a sheer cape all around the waist. If the sheer material was opaque, it would be a normal long dress. But it's sheer.
Sheer.
You basically ruined the dress.
The dress is like a bowl of cold porridge that has been warmed in the microwave so it's hot. But the microwave didn't heat it properly and some parts are cold while others are blasting hot.
Yeah. Not pleasant.
On a happier note, I discovered that the word 'mushroom' can be used as a verb.
Carol's feelings of hate for all things high-low mushroomed until she internally combusted. (Chrome says "combusted" is not a word? Interesting.)
You'll be happy to know that I'm working on a little story that I'll post on my blog sometime in the next few weeks (I hope). I was going to post it for this week's blog, but I haven't finished it, and I needed to squeeze in another post before 11:59 :)
I might just make a list of things to rant about and put it in a bowl and randomly choose a few to talk about each week....Hm....
xoxoxoxoxoxo
#yolo
Monday, April 16, 2012
UGH.
UGH. Just UGH. I feel like I'm going to be constantly taking standardized tests and doing projects and studying for tests/quizzes now 'till the end of school. This week I have a bio lab due (which will most likely keep everyone up to the wee hours of the morning, g-chatting friends and frantically getting group data together). Also, I've timed myself while doing this, Mrs. Smith. I swear I'm going to just stop writing when 12 minutes is up (I took the middle route between 10 and 15 minutes of writing). I started at 7:29, so expect to see the time stamp at around 7:41, if I did my math correctly (if I didn't, I think my parents would shoot me, no joke).
ANYWAYS. Back to standardized testing. So I have to finish the bio lab (as stated before). Then this Saturday, I have and AP Calc BC practice exam from 8 to freaking 12 'o clock. THEN that following Tuesday is the AP Bio practice exam after school (location yet to be determined--a fact that makes me a bit nervous). The week after that on May 5th, a Saturday, I have the SAT II test for Math II. Then the next week is AP week. First up is AP Calc BC on Wednesday, AP Bio on Monday of the following week, then AP Lang the Wednesday after that (a fact which I'm sure you already knew). And on top of that, we have the EOCT week, which will be (most likely) my French final and Lang final. And on top of THAT, I have to come in the last day of school to take my USH final :( I could probably not come to that and still pass the class. Seriously. It's that easy.
Can I come to the finals week period for AP Lang right after the exam and complain about the essay section, Mrs. Smith? :D I don't think my parents would want to pick me up in the middle of the day...
On a happier note, I'm SUPA excited for the yearbook distribution day! Kristen and I have tried to picture how the yearbook will look like by putting the cover we already have around a previous yearbook. We found out that it's just SO. MUCH. WHITE. Like a mass expanse of whiteness. I'm not sure how I feel about that....I guess it'll look better and grow on me when I have the actual book in my hands. And then I'll be able to brag about my pages to my friends and let them bask in the awesomeness of the pages that have been touched by me. I think they'll like it. What I'm most excited abo
ANYWAYS. Back to standardized testing. So I have to finish the bio lab (as stated before). Then this Saturday, I have and AP Calc BC practice exam from 8 to freaking 12 'o clock. THEN that following Tuesday is the AP Bio practice exam after school (location yet to be determined--a fact that makes me a bit nervous). The week after that on May 5th, a Saturday, I have the SAT II test for Math II. Then the next week is AP week. First up is AP Calc BC on Wednesday, AP Bio on Monday of the following week, then AP Lang the Wednesday after that (a fact which I'm sure you already knew). And on top of that, we have the EOCT week, which will be (most likely) my French final and Lang final. And on top of THAT, I have to come in the last day of school to take my USH final :( I could probably not come to that and still pass the class. Seriously. It's that easy.
Can I come to the finals week period for AP Lang right after the exam and complain about the essay section, Mrs. Smith? :D I don't think my parents would want to pick me up in the middle of the day...
On a happier note, I'm SUPA excited for the yearbook distribution day! Kristen and I have tried to picture how the yearbook will look like by putting the cover we already have around a previous yearbook. We found out that it's just SO. MUCH. WHITE. Like a mass expanse of whiteness. I'm not sure how I feel about that....I guess it'll look better and grow on me when I have the actual book in my hands. And then I'll be able to brag about my pages to my friends and let them bask in the awesomeness of the pages that have been touched by me. I think they'll like it. What I'm most excited abo
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