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Shockingly enjoyable, with no panic attacks to report.
Pictures of me can be found here: http://www.facebook.com/#!/media/set/?set=a.10150176560373564.308744.726898563
I got a job, taking videos for the school, and some of my friends were there, and I think I'm glad I went. Even if my feet hurt.
Today Should Be A Friday
Sep. 24th, 2009 08:57 pmRandom things going on in my life.
1. I love my school. Seriously. It is sometimes a bittersweet love (everyone there is JUST as f***ed up as I am!) but it is love.
2. I feel guilty, because a lot of people there have problems like dead relatives and drugs and abuse and are happy and sociable and all I've got is some messed up neurons and I keep hiding under tables.
3. Dear Person On Internet: STFU! Thank you.
4. WHY MUST I READ DEPRESSING FIC?
5. O, THAT IS RIGHT, DC HAS NOTHING FOR ME UNTIL NOVEMBER SO I DECIDED HMM XMEN LOOK INTERESTING
6. AND THIS WAS A VERY BAD IDEA
7. AND I AM SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU, DC FIC, WILL YOU TAKE ME BACK?
8. Shall instead throw my energy into Star Wars! Yay! Fun and nonhurty!
9. Shall stay FAR away from Anakin.
1. I love my school. Seriously. It is sometimes a bittersweet love (everyone there is JUST as f***ed up as I am!) but it is love.
2. I feel guilty, because a lot of people there have problems like dead relatives and drugs and abuse and are happy and sociable and all I've got is some messed up neurons and I keep hiding under tables.
3. Dear Person On Internet: STFU! Thank you.
4. WHY MUST I READ DEPRESSING FIC?
5. O, THAT IS RIGHT, DC HAS NOTHING FOR ME UNTIL NOVEMBER SO I DECIDED HMM XMEN LOOK INTERESTING
6. AND THIS WAS A VERY BAD IDEA
7. AND I AM SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU, DC FIC, WILL YOU TAKE ME BACK?
8. Shall instead throw my energy into Star Wars! Yay! Fun and nonhurty!
9. Shall stay FAR away from Anakin.
THE GREATEST MATH TEACHER EVER
Jun. 4th, 2009 08:36 pmSo, yeah. I have been behind in math. Behind behind. Like, been taking the class since August when it's supposed to last two or three months, and still not done. I have procrastinated, I have failed, I have screamed in frustration- and upon learning about how much I still had to do I may or may not have hidden in a little ball and sobbed louder than the two month old Neighbor Baby.
Because yeah, I was bleeping stressed. I've made a lot of progress this year- I've got friends- with an s on the end! Multiple friends!- I had a birthday party, I got over 200 reviews on Crashing in Time, I finished about a tenth of NaNoWriMo and I finally began to figure out foreshortening in my art- but a large part of my mind still firmly believes that if I fail a school class, I could find the Holy Grail and it still wouldn't be enough to <s>not disappoint my father</s> have a non wasted year. If I couldn't pass a class, I might as well be back in Hellhole On Earth Senior High.
But I am not. I am at Run By Angels On This Green Earth BEST SCHOOL EVER, and according to my math teacher who is INCREDIBLE and PATIENT and has the FORGIVENESS OF A SAINT, I have done enough work to pass.
I am seriously jumping for joy. Well, actually, I am writing an essay for Honors Genocide And Human Nature (yes I AM, mom, don't worry...), but that is now my ONLY class besides Medieval History (which is online) that I still have huge amounts of work in. And not actually that huge. They seemed huge this morning, but that was before I did most of them.
In other news: Dear Section of My Brain That I Do Not Control, I do not know what possessed you to think that licking the fern would solve all of my problems. The timing was coincidental. And it did not taste very good, either.
But seriously?
Thank you, Ms DeLong! Thank you, mom and daddy! Thank you, Jesus!
Because yeah, I was bleeping stressed. I've made a lot of progress this year- I've got friends- with an s on the end! Multiple friends!- I had a birthday party, I got over 200 reviews on Crashing in Time, I finished about a tenth of NaNoWriMo and I finally began to figure out foreshortening in my art- but a large part of my mind still firmly believes that if I fail a school class, I could find the Holy Grail and it still wouldn't be enough to <s>not disappoint my father</s> have a non wasted year. If I couldn't pass a class, I might as well be back in Hellhole On Earth Senior High.
But I am not. I am at Run By Angels On This Green Earth BEST SCHOOL EVER, and according to my math teacher who is INCREDIBLE and PATIENT and has the FORGIVENESS OF A SAINT, I have done enough work to pass.
I am seriously jumping for joy. Well, actually, I am writing an essay for Honors Genocide And Human Nature (yes I AM, mom, don't worry...), but that is now my ONLY class besides Medieval History (which is online) that I still have huge amounts of work in. And not actually that huge. They seemed huge this morning, but that was before I did most of them.
In other news: Dear Section of My Brain That I Do Not Control, I do not know what possessed you to think that licking the fern would solve all of my problems. The timing was coincidental. And it did not taste very good, either.
But seriously?
Thank you, Ms DeLong! Thank you, mom and daddy! Thank you, Jesus!
The Most Popular Kid on the Playground
Apr. 23rd, 2009 04:24 pmToday at school was Thursdays, and on Thursdays we split into our volunteer SOULL groups and do the various activities such as plant flowers. My group is Book Buddies, and now that we've successfully orchestrated the beginnings of our school literary journal, we are returning to our roots and reading to small children.
And it was so fun!
There was deep disbelief that I was, in fact, a student from the first graders, who insisted I must be a teacher, or at least married. I got to read to them, they enjoyed having me read to them- and then I got invited out to the playground to join them for recess. Or, shall I say, I got dragged by two wildly excited seven year olds out to the playground while the rest of the class hovered around asking questions.
I felt cool. I felt genuinely cool.
I remember when I was in first grade, and the prospect of being a teenager was the most incredibly cool thing in the world. Now, I'm living it. And you know what? Mostly I just want to go back to elementary school.
Today, in a way, I returned in triumph.
And it was so fun!
There was deep disbelief that I was, in fact, a student from the first graders, who insisted I must be a teacher, or at least married. I got to read to them, they enjoyed having me read to them- and then I got invited out to the playground to join them for recess. Or, shall I say, I got dragged by two wildly excited seven year olds out to the playground while the rest of the class hovered around asking questions.
I felt cool. I felt genuinely cool.
I remember when I was in first grade, and the prospect of being a teenager was the most incredibly cool thing in the world. Now, I'm living it. And you know what? Mostly I just want to go back to elementary school.
Today, in a way, I returned in triumph.
Yoga in Class
Apr. 17th, 2009 04:01 pmI love my school.
I share my fourth block (Honors Genocide and Human Nature) with the Psychology students (about four of us are in my class, the rest psychology or Civics & Economics). We're an interesting and politically opinionated bunch, and we get into many fascinating discussions. The teacher's a first year teacher but probably the best first year teacher I've ever had- she's awesome.
The Psychology curriculum includes a project on Yoga, Meditation, and Acupuncture, and I assume as a result of that, today we went down to the modular classroom and got out some mats and did yoga.
It was fun.
Also I finally, finally, finally got a new chapter of "Searching" out, so I'm proud of myself.
I share my fourth block (Honors Genocide and Human Nature) with the Psychology students (about four of us are in my class, the rest psychology or Civics & Economics). We're an interesting and politically opinionated bunch, and we get into many fascinating discussions. The teacher's a first year teacher but probably the best first year teacher I've ever had- she's awesome.
The Psychology curriculum includes a project on Yoga, Meditation, and Acupuncture, and I assume as a result of that, today we went down to the modular classroom and got out some mats and did yoga.
It was fun.
Also I finally, finally, finally got a new chapter of "Searching" out, so I'm proud of myself.
