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So I just realized today that my AP Calc BC exam is coming up. Like in less than 7 days. As in on WEDNESDAY. I feel like this year has gone by so quickly! Of course I say that every year. But this year's different. All of my senior friends are leaving and off to college, my high school career is coming to a close, and college apps are looming ahead. I want it to go by quickly so I can head off to college, yet I also want to savor the moment, because let's face it. College isn't high school. High school's easy. You see your friends every day, and will probably see them every year, no matter what lunch or classes you have. In college, you might be lucky to know one person on campus, (excluding UGA and Tech, of course) much less having them in any of your classes. College is the time when you graduate from being a "kid" to being a "student" who is capable of making responsible and reasoned choices. It's not like living with oppressive Asian parents where the utterance of the word "no" eliminates all decision-making. In college, you have to be responsible enough to say "no" to a night out on the town, hanging out, when you have a 15-page paper and a test the next day.
But then again I might be getting ahead of myself. I still have one more easy senior year left to go. This is one of the downsides to hanging out with seniors all day. After hearing so much talk about choosing colleges and going room shopping, I feel like I'm headed off to college next year.
But I'm not.
I'll be at hooch. Taking it easy.

TOPIC CHANGE

Rant time now...

So I've been know to not be the biggest supporter of Beta club now. I feel like it has gone to the dumps and is pretty much the equivalent of the "No Child Left Behind" Act. It sucks. Now the whole purpose of Beta is to get hours only to get hours. Not to serve the community and subsequently get hours. Bringing in baked goods for a Beta bake sale is not community service. Just like the NCLB Act, standards have been lowered to ensure that everyone passes and can jump through the hoop. Lowering the hoop will not help the athlete jump higher. It will achieve nothing and only give the athlete a false sense of achievement.
In Beta, by offering so many opportunities for "community service" (read: Beta hours), it has completely demolished its original purpose. Instead of "let's do community service so I can help the world," it has become "let's pay to go see an Art for the Heart show and get hours so I can get my graduation cord."
Beta has actually become a joke on campus. I remember when Beta was a dignified and organized club that people took seriously. Now people only join because it looks good on college apps.

But what can I say? I'm a Beta officer.

OH DAT IRONY

After reading Daniel Yoon's post and hearing about how Sachin wrote a rap, I wanted to one-up them blog post-wise. And so begins my story titled "OH DAT IRONY" (keep in mind that I literally JUST came up with this idea 3 minutes ago and have done no pre-writing whatsoever.) (also, does punctuation go inside or outside the parentheses?)<<like that.


OH DAT IRONY

2014
She was dead.

2007
Little Maggie was born on July 7, 2007 in room 107. She weighed 3.37359 kilograms, which is around 7 lbs and 7 oz. Her mother, Jill (what a horribly bland name), had a perfect pregnancy. No morning sickness. No unusual cravings. No painful kicking. Labor lasted an hour and was perfectly painless. Little Maggie was the child that every mother dreamed of. She had 2 older siblings. Her sister, Jenny, was 5, and her older brother, Bobby, just cleared 3 and a half years old. Jill and her high-school-sweetheart-turned-husband, Tom, both had stable jobs. She worked as a receptionist at a law firm; him, at an insurance company. After Little Maggie was born, Jill considered working as a stay-at-home mom, but she was worried about how that would affect the family financially. One Tuesday afternoon, Tom came home bursting with joy. He got a promotion that would slightly increase the family's income. That was all the incentive that Jill needed. She quit the next day. Little did she know, her boss stepped down 2 days later, leaving her position for grabs. Jill would have gotten that position had she not quit.

2008
Little Maggie was now 1 year old. She had just recently begun crawling, attempting to reach into any and every crevice in sight. One day an electrical outlet moved into Little Maggie's sight.

ZZT!


Tom had just baby-proofed the house the day before. He wouldn't have missed that electrical outlet had he not been distracted by Little Maggie's incessant crawling.

2009
Little Maggie was now 2 years old. She graduated from crawling around the living room to climbing the stairs at every chance. It was chilly. Little Maggie was wearing socks. She stepped up too quickly.
And fell.
Two days before, Jill had cleaned the stairs so Maggie wouldn't trip on any of the toys that were laying haphazardly around. On a whim, Jill used a new cleaner to polish up the hardwood steps.

2014
Little Maggie was now 7 years old. Lucky seven. She was well acquainted with bumps and bruises. Minor injuries seemed to always appear every year. Fortunately, these wounds did not hamper her love for adventure. One day out in the backyard, Little Maggie was playing with her siblings, Jenny and Bobby. They were playing catch. The ball flew up too high after one mighty throw from Bobby. Little Maggie with her adventurous spirit offered to retrieve the ball from single tree in the yard. At this time, Jill and Tom stood from afar, embracing each other. They praised their good luck with children and thanked the fact that they were blessed with kids that never fought and were perfectly companionable.

Just so perfect.

At this precise moment, Little Maggie reached just a smidgen too far. And fell. On her right side.
Her entire right side was shattered, almost perfectly down the middle...

And that was how Tom and Jill ended up with the white picket fence, suburban house,
and two and a half kids.