April 30, 2012

A Blogger Family Q&A.

To commemorate my last day of BEDA 2012, I figured I would jump on the bandwagon and answer questions asked by my lovely Blogger Family.  (You know who you are.)

If you could only pick one book to recommend to the world, what would it be and why?
Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli because it really spoke to me upon multiple readings.  I was able to glean something new from it each subsequent time I red it. I felt like the characters were honest and the themes universal without being considered great literature.

What one thing makes you smile the most?
Definitely my friends.

What quality is required in a friend?
Honesty.

What movie makes you cry every time you watch it?
Becoming Jane.

What food are you a boss at making? ex: pancakes, guac, cupcakes, etc.
Uh, I'm not sure.  Cupcakes, I suppose.

N*Sync or The Backstreet Boys?
I feel like this question is really asking Justin Timberlake or Nick Carter.  In which case, I choose Justin Timberlake.  I have no rationale for picking it; I might as well have flipped a coin.

What is your favorite book and why?
[This is kind of a repeat question, but:] Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli because it really spoke to me upon multiple readings.  I was able to glean something new from it each subsequent time I red it. I felt like the characters were honest and the themes universal without being considered great literature.

Do you believe in life after death?
Yes, I do.

What fiction character(s) do you identify with the most?
As in what type?  The bossier, strong females, for sure.

If you could be any animal for a day, what would you be?
I think is pretty obvious, but a panda.  THEY'RE ADORABLE.

Describe your dream life.
Living in Scotland surrounded by goats with a beautiful lover and passionate art.

If you could take only one book, one movie, and one album (including mixes) with you to a deserted island which of each would you take?
Paper Towns by John Green, Breach, and Coldplay's X&Y.  (Granted I didn't think about this long.  The hazard with doing this late at night.)

If you backpacked across Europe, where would you start and end?
I think a round trip from and back to Edinburgh, Scotland would be grand.

What's your main goal in life?
To be inspired and inspire others.


What's your favorite song?
Maybe I'm Just Tired by As Tall As Lions.  (A shame they broke up.)

What superpower would you want and why?
Mind reading because my friends seem to already have it and I just want to be cool like them.


If you could alter any moment in your life, which would you?
Being born.  JUST KIDDING.  No, in all seriousness, I've lived too young, too innocent a life to regret much.  If I had to, I would probably not tell certain guys I liked them, yet that seems so trivial and I am happy the way things turned out in the end.

Have you ever seen a ghost or had any supernatural experience?
I've never seen a ghost, though I am deathly afraid of the dark, so I'm not exactly hunting them down.

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I may not write for a while.  Try not to miss me too much as I plow through the remaining three weeks of my senior year.  Oh, and those ridiculous exams.  Swell

So thanks, everyone, for reading this whole month.  I truly appreciate it; you helped keep me going for thirty days straight.

Talk to you when I can, friends.

Days until I graduate: 20
Days until exams are over: 48
Days until I start college: 125

April 29, 2012

AICE English Literature in a nutshell.

If there's one class I am going to miss away when I'm away at college next year, it's AICE English Literature.

Last year I'd heard stories from my then senior friends and knew the teacher was sarcastic, smart and well dressed thanks to teacher superlatives.  Besides that, he was this grand enigma that was quickly becoming a legend despite only teaching at my school for the year.

In retrospect, I heard a great deal more about the evils of Mansfield Park than anything else.  There was mention of critiquing essays in class, which was rife with humiliation, but it always seemed to be the idiots who detested it most anyway.  Little was said, that I can remember, about Mr. H himself beyond the  he's really cool/cruel mantra.

All that to say, I wasn't sure what I should expect.  Come August this past year, I was pleasantly surprised to learn he is not a monster.  Yes, he assigns a crap load of work, but if we pass the exam, it's worth six credit hours at college*.  And besides, no one held a gun to my head to sign up.  I voluntarily chose this torturous course and by golly, I was going to bust my behind to do well.  (All A's thus far, baby!)

We began the year analyzing poetry, much to the chagrin of my classmates.  I didn't mind it, yet I think it helped I was probably one of the few not already failing by the third week.  Still, I genuinely didn't mind going to first period nor reading the assigned novels unlike I suppose everyone else.

The insane amount of paper and ink it's made me use aside, the class has birthed many jokes.  On occasion, he will scold us on what he should be or shouldn't be writing in our essays as he's reading and grading them.  Apparently someone had managed to mention kangaroos and Jesus in one essay and he was not happy.  I can't recall what the prompt must've been, but I'm quite certain it had to do with the novel Nervous Conditions; which takes place in Zimbabwe...

One time, as we were reading in dead silence, he exclaimed "O Jesus! Make it stop!"  Naturally, we weren't sure how to respond.  I'm pretty sure we all laughed nervously and simultaneously worried it was our paper his comment was directed at.  This moment has since been immortalized on a T-shirt list aptly titled "You Know You're a 2012 Cambridge Senior When...".

Better than that, though, was a week or so ago when he read us a poem aloud. He put it on the projector so we could follow along and literally just as he asked us what we thought, this guy's phone starts blasting some rap song about getting high.  Everyone DIED.  The look on Mr. H's face was priceless.  Absolutely priceless.

Yeah, I'm gonna miss this class.

Maybe if I don't finish these last few assignments they'll have to hold me back...

Days until I graduate: 21
Days until exams are over: 49
Days until I start college: 126

*Most Florida colleges and universities, that is.

April 28, 2012

Into the Woods!

I just got home from my high school's production of Into the Woods. If you can believe it, this was the first musical (and now last) I've attended at the high school whist going there. (I don't count seeing Beauty & the Beast when I was in elementary school.)

I fell in love with the sets and the costumes.  And I really must give props to the tech crew; the lighting cues and sound effects were spot on. The story was entertaining, but the second act and its songs made me want to sleep. Not sure if its the play's fault or these particular actors' fault. Probably the former.  Overall, I thought they did a fantastic job, and I was glad I could see my talented friends perform, some for the last time.

Afterward, Emilia and I congratulated various members of the cast.







Have a good night.

Days until I graduate: 22
Days until exams are over: 50
Days until I start college: 127

April 27, 2012

A Passage to India...in my pants.


I am seriously considering buying one of those Troy & Abed In The Morning mugs. 
Community is my favorite. 

Today was a remarkable day in my life.  Well, kind of.

I overcame the pain of getting a C on a Physics test I studied really hard for by introducing my friends to the "book title + in my pants" phenomenon.  We laughed so loud and so much we were all at risk of a ruptured gut.  We came up with a few that were particular funny: Nervous Conditions in my pants.  An Ideal Husband in my pants.  Locked On in my pants.

The list goes on, I assure you.

And I have to say, it felt good to just be silly and not care.  So what if we have less than two weeks until our exams start?  As I've said before, laughter really is the best medicine.

OH MY GOODNESS.  I just looked at my college's admitted students yet non-school affiliated Facebook group and the cover photo is too awesome.  There's a time turner, a Tardis, David Tennant and a panda photoshopped into a photo of the school's flags.  It's official.  I'm in love.

On that note, I think I shall leave you to help my friend with his homework via Skype.  He keeps asking me random facts about the tundra that I then have to google.  Well, except for one question...

Him: soil type for the tundra
Me: man
Me: I don't know
Him: lol use Google
Me: Maybe...PERMAFROST??
Me: Like, for real?
Me: Why did you have to ask me?
Him: because I need your help
A few minutes later...
Him: so yeah you gonna help me with that?
Me: what?
Me: the soil?
Him: yeah
Me: IT'S PERMAFROST

I wish I was kidding.

Days until I graduate: 23
Days until exams are over: 51
Days until I start college: 128

April 26, 2012

Hands on the wall.

 This was my class' wall before everyone put their handprints on it.  Tori, the designer and painter of the mural you see in the center, did an AMAZING job.  I seriously couldn't be happier.  Sure, I would've liked something different than the Mayan calendar as the overall theme, but I think she made it cooler and less cheesy than it could've been.  In the center is a raider, our mascot, and along the circumference are various club and sport logos.  Neat, huh?
 This still isn't everyone so tomorrow I will take another picture straight on for a better "before" and "after" photo.  I think it would've been awesome to film a time lapse of everyone putting there's up.  But alas, I can't take both lunches.

I'm so so so excited for the rest of the school year! Almost every day now there's a fun event -- and we've yet to get yearbooks!  Online we are currently voting for senior and teacher superlatives.  Some are so hard to pick! I guess I should just put myself for all of them.  (Just kidding.  I'm not that desperate to have my name and senior photo in the school newspaper.)  What's ridiculous is the number of people trying to campaign for these, defeating the entire purpose of choosing them.  Needless to say I've promptly ignored their cries for attention.

Here's a photo with my friends Aniesa and Puja!  We've been a solid trio since freshmen year, which I think is awesome.  We know each other so well and have more inside jokes than we could probably recite in one sitting.  I love it.

Oh, right.  I have that Physics lab to do from forever ago... YAY.

Hope you're having a good week.  It's almost Friday!

Days until I graduate: 24
Days until exams are over: 52
Days until I start college: 129

April 25, 2012

I didn't stop at stir fry.

I was quite chipper and witty through most of the day, but then I let the waterworks flow and we all know how that goes.

I went to Target this afternoon.  I actually drove part of the way there (I'm probably way more proud of this than I ought to be), and clearly did not crash.  I love going to Target, especially now that I know its headquarters is in Minneapolis.  I ended up buying the One Direction and The Wanted CDs, some pretty nail polishes, gum, mini rolos and contact solution. 

Yep, I live the life.

Tomorrow is another day.

Days until I graduate: 25
Days until exams are over: 53
Days until I start college: 130

April 24, 2012

Learning to accept failure.

My freshman year I had the misfortune of having an incredibly condescending math teacher.* Not only would she poorly explain the material, when you asked a question she'd get defensive and sneer "why don't you get this?"  I'm not the only one in the class she was continually rude to, but sometimes I thought she had a personal vendetta against me.  It was hard to deal with, especially the last class of the day when everyone is itching to get home.

To put this into better context, I was one of only two freshman in an entirely sophomore class.  I suppose we were expected to be the geniuses, (we had skipped Pre-AICE math 1 after taking Algebra 1 Honors and Geometry Honors in 7th and 8th grade) yet I think that was an unfair assumption.  Maybe I was really apt to do the work, but I let the teacher beat me into a certain kind of submission.  While it wasn't like I aced the previous courses, I should've been doing better. 

I wizened quickly and rarely asked questions in class to save myself humiliation, and only towards the end of the year did I seek out tutoring.  As a result, I had to accept that I wasn't a straight A student and that I had essentially failed.  But I had to learn, albeit the hard way, that the world was not going to end if I got a C for the quarter. The world also wasn't going to end because I failed the AICE Biology exam.**  These failures humbled me considerably, and I am very grateful for the experiences.

Here's why: I feel better off than my classmates who have maintained a 4.0 GPA.  Don't get me wrong; I applaud their efforts to achieve that level of success, but I seriously wonder how they will fare in college having never really failed anything before.  While I know some will be just fine, (especially because they're only going to a state university) I seriously worry others will have to flunk out of a course to realize they're not all-that.  I am well aware that I won't be the smartest at my college, and I'm okay with that.

One classmate in particular has the inability to accept being wrong.  If she is wrong, (which is more often that she'd like to think) she'll either insist she's right or obnoxiously wail over how she doesn't understand it.  And if she's right, her overpoweringly haughty attitude makes me cower into a corner.  Whether she realizes it or not, she's a snob who throws tantrums.  For example, she insisted today in Physics she should still get the points for a question she may have answered insufficiently on the quiz.  I mean, she nearly attacked our teacher as we left class, vehemently saying she didn't have time to write it (when she did; we all did) and it's not fair.  At this point, with only 18 highly stressful days to go, I want to just scream "GET OVER IT!" or "SUCK IT UP!" but that would probably only land me a trip to the dean's office.

All of that to say I think failing is healthy.  Embrace your mistakes, friends.

That's all that matters. Truly.

*You could probably find old posts of mine from 2009 that support this statement.
**I was only one of three not to pass, and then the only one not to take the make-up exam in October.

Days until I graduate: 26
Days until exams are over: 54
Days until I start college: 131

April 23, 2012

Where the sun keeps shining thru' the pouring rain.

This recent blog post about Florida got me thinking: do things really seem "purer" in the Sunshine State?  My initial answer is no, absolutely not, but I am heavily biased.

I've lived here my entire life and I think I've fallen in love more with the other places I visit. Providence, RI and Minneapolis, MN are ten times prettier; Washington, D.C. and Philadelphia, PA are ten times busier.  Granted these are bigger cities, and that could be a big factor, but there is something inherently dull about my hometown.

In Florida, I've had to listen to stories like the shooting of Trayvon Martin and the Casey Anthony trials on the local news.  I've walked the aisles strictly dedicated to orange juice and sunscreen.  I've experienced the devastating hurricanes circa 2006.  I've picked out my share of tourists on the beach and at the theme parks.  I've comfortably worn shorts in December.  I've felt at home in the Orlando International Airport.  (The list could go on, but I have a poetry assignment to work on.)

What do you think? 
Is Florida just the ultimate vacation spot in your mind? 
Do you have grandparents that live here?

Let me know!

Days until I graduate: 27
Days until exams are over: 55
Days until I start college: 132

April 22, 2012

Earth Day 2012.



How'd you spend your Earth Day?

Days until I graduate: 28
Days until exams are over: 56
Days until I start college: 133

April 21, 2012

I like to think of pocket knives as being both dangerous and irrelevant to this blog post.

So I just looked again at Macalester's list of First-Year Courses a moment ago.  What a bad idea.  Now I am daydreaming about these classes when I should be focused on finishing assignments and revising for exams.  Can it be summer already?

As usual, however, I spent the majority of my day already browsing the Internet.  I often go back and forth between YouTube and Wikipedia.  It's a vicious cycle.

I am going to implement a six-step plan to get more productive today.

Step 1) Change out of my pajamas.
Step 2) Build another floor in Tiny Tower.
Step 3) Eat lunch.
Step 4) Finish a book I've been reading for a while.
Step 5) Complete my job application.
Step 6) Do all the homework I'm putting off.

But first, I want to share some wonderful things I found.

Namely, an inspiring interview on Ellen with Ellen DeGeneres's wife, Portia de Rossi.  She was promoting her book, Unbearable Lightness, which I would love to read sometime soon.

An awesome speech about a high school senior "coming out" that I think that everyone should hear.
I was moved to tears.

I think maybe someone else in the Blogger Family has shared this documentary, yet it not, you should check out Happy.

P.S. Wow, it's already BEDA Day 21!

Days until I graduate: 29
Days until exams are over: 57
Days until I start college: 134

April 20, 2012

A book haul of sorts.

Instead of just a picture of what I got at the book sale yesterday, I figured I'd make a video out of it.  You're welcome.

Here's to being stressed, sick, and tired.

Days until I graduate: 30
Days until exams are over: 58
Days until I start college: 135

April 19, 2012

Exactly a month.

I can't believe it. Exactly 31 days from now I will be walking across my high school football field to receive my diploma. I graduate in a month. This is nuts, guys.

Until then, I will slowly die from exhaustion. My eyes just hurt to stay open and to function otherwise is equally torturous. We have two in-class English Lit papers to write every week, for the next few weeks, and revision for everything else is starting. I really need to try to read up on current events and "study" for thinking skills, though from what I hear the exam is kind of a joke. Still, those are fast approaching -- as you witnessed yesterday -- and I want to be prepared.

I went to a book sale at the library earlier and found some pretty good finds. I'll feature a picture of my "haul" in my post tomorrow.

On one last awesome note, my friend Simaya unexpectedly gave me a mix CD today. I think I'll give it a listen while I write about the ethics of animal research.

Days until I graduate: 31
Days until exams are over: 59
Days until I start college: 136

April 18, 2012

I am Silly Lizzie.

Sometimes I wonder if other people think I'm weird. I don't just mean my friends because, believe me, they tell me all the time. I am talking about the strangers I pass every day in the halls at school. Most days now I am practically keeled over with laughter, saying stupid things like "remember that time when my knee fell out" and Puja replying "Like you removed it from your body? Like this?" and pretends to remove it and after that we can barely walk to class. Perhaps I am sleep deprived or super stressed, but I find when I laugh I do feel better. If Reader's Digest taught me anything, it's that laughter is the best medicine...or that could've just been what they called their joke section, I'm not sure.

To clarify, I wonder purely because I think if I saw myself I would think I'm weird. I have no intention of changing. This is me, take it or leave it. I am Silly Lizzie.

Yet here's the thing: I know when to be serious. I can watch a video in Psychology class about developmental deprivation that features naked babies and not repeatedly interrupt with, "oh, look at that baby! That baby is naked! Blah, blah, blah." I seriously want to turn around and scold this incredibly catty, annoying group of junior girls. They think they run the school and have our teacher around their finger. Typical pettiness that is so "high school" and that I can only hope for their sake they grow out of soon.

With each passing day, I become increasingly anxious about my 16 exams and I feel like I don't have time to put up with idiots. My entire physics class today was irrelevant. I think they talked about making an atomic bond? Instead of listening, I sat with my book and worked through the pre-test. A much better use of my time considering I don't have to be doing it now, at home, where I can watch historically factual yet interesting videos about Baker St. and essentially chill by myself. I think my classmates expect to magically pass the exam. What even.

So here's my exam schedule and try to tell me you wouldn't be stressed, too.

May 7th -- AICE General Paper
May 9th -- AP Calculus A/B
May 10th -- AICE AS Thinking Skills (critical thinking)
May 11th -- AICE Psychology (core studies)
May 14th -- AICE AS Thinking Skills (multiple choice)
May 15th -- AICE Physics (practical)
May 16th -- 2nd & 5th period exams*
May 17th -- AICE Psychology (core studies)
-- AICE A Level Thinking Skills
~May 19th -- Graduation~
May 23rd -- AICE Lit (poetry & prose)
May 29th -- AICE Lit (drama)
May 30th -- AICE Physics (structured questions)
June 1st -- AICE A Level Thinking Skills (applied reasoning)
June 14th -- AICE A Level Lit (Shakespeare & 20th century texts)
June 15th -- AICE A Level Lit (comment and appreciation)

*I only have to take a high school generated exam in 2nd and 5th period, my only non-AICE classes.

Yeah.

Days until I graduate: 32
Days until exams are over: 60
Days until I start college: 137

April 17, 2012

"Wait until I've had my morning coffee."

I come to you after having a severe outburst of emotion after school today. Yes, I cried. I almost combusted on the Internet, but I quickly thought better of it. While I'm all for ranting, sometimes it helps to be more direct in your arguments, not just blanket swears at the injustices of the world, though that certainly has its place. (Angst. Gotta love it.)

My outburst was triggered by the culmination of events in AICE Physics class the last few days. My former physics teacher -- that everyone loved, I might add -- had to retire mid-year and his replacement, Mr. C for short, has gradually gotten under my skin. He treats my class like we're all the next Einstein or Heisenberg and that annoys me. He'll say, "feel free to ask me questions," but once you do he'll respond "Wait until I've had my morning coffee."

Wait. What? I'm sorry, but what have you been doing for the past few hours? Don't you drink coffee before you leave for work or while driving to work? Why are you still just sitting there? Why aren't you rushing to the teacher's lounge to make some? Oh, well, I guess you can't answer any of these questions either. I should wait until you've had your morning coffee.

He's also made a point to try to call me out in the middle of class. For instance, he stopped mid-lecture and said, "I hope people aren't working on English during Physics, Elizabeth" causing everyone to turn and look, when all I had were Physics flashcards on my desk. Then, the other day, he called me a coward. I got looks of pity from friends and that stung more. They didn't rise to my defense, they just pitied me.

He insists on calling me Elizabeth, which I absolutely hate. Only a select few people are ever allowed to call me that and have it be okay. You see, I've been called Lizzie essentially my whole life. I know the roster says 'Elizabeth', and that must confuse him, but I've told him numerous times I strongly prefer Lizzie. He just doesn't listen.

Today, he announced our grades openly in front of the class, so long as we said he could. Okay, that's fine. He goes alphabetically and a few people before me have high B's and low A's. Okay, that's fine. Then he gets to me and it goes down like this:

Mr. C: Elizabeth [do you want to know your grade?]
Me: Yes
Mr. C: *makes weird face*
Me: ...
Mr. C: I'll tell you later.
Me: What? Why?
Mr. C: ...
Me: It's my grade. Just say it, please.
Mr. C: 72. C.
Me: Okay.
Mr. C: You'll have to fix that.
Me: Okay.

He made it seem like I was going to fail! I know C's aren't wonderful, but I've recovered from them before. I suppose I'm most upset about how he dealt with it. Did he really have to embarrass me in front of the entire class by making it seem like a big deal?

Yeah, I'm really upset. Have you ever had to deal with a teacher/professor like this? How'd that go? Any coping mechanisms?

I better go study Physics now.

Days until I graduate: 33
Days until exams are over: 61
Days until I start college: 138

April 16, 2012

April come she will.

shirt -- Target, shorts -- J.C. Penney's, shoes -- Payless, necklace -- F21, ring -- World Market, watch -- Kohl's, headband -- F21

Tomorrow should be better.
Fewer distractions.

Days until I graduate: 34
Days until exams are over: 62
Days until I start college: 139

April 15, 2012

Somebody that I used to know.


I really like this song. Do you?

Days until I graduate: 35
Days until exams are over: 63
Days until I start college: 140

April 14, 2012

I'm addicted to Tiny Tower.

Honestly, I don't feel like writing today. I'm already having to force myself to finish a scholarship essay. I really dislike the prompt, but I'm trying not to let that stop me from making it interesting AKA worthy of the $1,500 award.

This morning I went to Math Bowl with fellow nerds where we didn't do so hot. That's fine with me considering I was dragging my heels to go. I knew we weren't going to be competitive, which, in retrospect, caused me to be slightly goofy and distracted. Oh well. What's done is done.

I went to the library an hour or so ago. I came back with a bag of books and a handful of CDs. I'm most excited to listen to The Graduate soundtrack in full. Who doesn't love Simon & Garfunkel?

(I keep re-opening Facebook to write my friends some suggestions of what to do instead of going to Prom. It's a ton of fun, and reminds me that I have awesome people in my life..)

My private anti-Prom will consist of playing Tiny Tower (see title), eating edamame, finishing the aforementioned essay, and catching up on recorded TV.

Until we meet again.

Days until I graduate: 36
Days until exams are over: 64
Days until I start college: 141

April 13, 2012

Totally awesome.

Tonight I saw my first live performance of A Very Potter Musical! The half hour trek there and back to Nikki's high school was definitely worth it. If I had to, I'd give the overall show 4 out of 5 stars. I thought the actors playing Draco, Hermione, Ron, Snape and Voldemort, were especially excellent, reminding me of the StarKid performers. Nikki hadn't seen the original, which made me wonder how many others in the full audience hadn't seen it either. Occasionally, I'd hear whispers (for instance "why is Zac Efron so important?") and that's a pretty dead giveaway they aren't true fans. Fun fact: I realize I know the kid who played Professor Quirrell, but chances are he doesn't remember me. That's fine, he and I travel in different circles know, go to different schools, the whole nine yards.

Tomorrow I have Math Bowl in the morning so I must cut this short. There's no danger I won't be reblogging scenes from AVPM on tumblr for the next 24 hours, though. You should tell me what your favorite part is and I'll give my best review of how well Nikki's school did it!

Have a good night!

Days until I graduate: 37
Days until exams are over: 64
Days until I start college: 141

April 12, 2012

Nearing the end.

As the end of the school year looms -- seriously how did this happen? -- various senior-centric activities are happening. I figured since I won't have much time tonight I should just list them, explain them, and say if I'm participating in them or not.

1. Prom. It's this Saturday. I've already stated here I wasn't gonna go. Unfortunately, my plans to babysit fell through so I have accidentally lied to my friends for why I'm not going. Still, I don't have a dress and the thought of getting myself ready and pretty does not sound fun. If they ask I'll tell them the truth, but for not I just will keep it on the DL.

2. Grad Bash. It's a senior-only night at Islands of Adventure and Universal on April 20th. I'm not going to this either. I debated this a bit because I mean, who doesn't want to spend all night at a theme park? Then I realized the price was basically the same as a normal day ticket, which is pretty lame. Besides, most of my friends have annual passes and this date of course would be a blacked-out, meaning they couldn't use it, and they'd have to pay more. Not to mention the dress code is ridiculously strict because it is a school function. I'm not even sure they'd let you wear a bathing suit under your clothes for rides like Atlantis and such. If the summer goes as planned I will just go with friends and finally see Wizarding World in the flesh.

3. Senior wills. There's a rumor that we aren't writing these this year, but I hope there's no truth behind it. I agree the ones last year were outrageously long, and if that's why we can't do it, because they wasted ink, I will be mad. I've patiently waited all four years to leave things to my underclassmen friends and my peers. I think it's something that defines being a senior, more so even than Grad Bash or to an extent Prom (granted my school's Prom is exclusively senior). I guess I have to keep my ear to the ground to know. I have no idea if there will be senior superlatives. From my understanding they are arbitrarily picked by the Yearbook/Newspaper staff so you better be friends with them or you're not going to get one. I could be wrong about this, that seniors actually vote, yet for some reason I'm not convinced.

4. Hands on the wall. The Interact Club sponsors this project each year where a selected artist from the class paints a mural and then seniors pay to put their hands and name around it on the same wall. I've always thought this was neat and I'm definitely taking part.

5. Pool party. The day before grad practice seniors go for only the first half of the day then attend this. You can also merely leave campus and I must talk to friends about having a movie marathon. Actually, it might just be a study day. Sadly, I think there are AICE exams the next day. Obviously the University of Cambridge doesn't care if it interferes with our grad practice.

There may be some things I'm forgetting...I'm tired.

Everything is starting to happen so fast. It is simultaneously awesome and scary.

I'm curious what senior traditions there are at your school!

Days until I graduate: 38
Days until exams are over: 65
Days until I start college: 142

April 11, 2012

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.



Actually, my title is not entirely true. I have some mild aches and pains, yet that's only because I've been building muscle and at the of the day, that's beautiful, right? So, yeah. Disregard.

Why I included said phrase was because I recently finished reading Slaughter-House Five. I loved the prose while I found the plot was at times incomprehensible. Overall, it was amazingly written and I highly recommend it. My friend Chris is going to try to read all of Vonnegut's novels and I can't wait to discuss this one in particular with him. Finally, I understand where the "everything was beautiful and nothing hurt" line comes from! I still don't understand what YOLO stands for, though, even after a friend said it the other day. Someone is going to have to explain that one to me again.

Regina is attending a local high school's production of A Very Potter Musical tonight and I think I'm going Friday with Nikki. I'm curious how awful (comparably so, to the original) or totally awesome it will be. Yes, I sang the totally awesome bit.

I am trying to be responsible and not eat all my Easter candy in one sitting so periodically I'll stand up, reach for the bag, then resume my sitting position.

Why won't physics study itself? Why won't these Spanish sentences write themselves?
/senioritis

Days until I graduate: 39
Days until exams are over: 66
Days until I start college: 143

April 10, 2012

Electioneering.

I just really love this song.


I need music suggestions or I will be forever listening to this song on repeat.

Until tomorrow.

Days until I graduate: 40
Days until exams are over: 67
Days until I start college: 144

April 09, 2012

I should be doing homework.

For the next twenty minutes I will try my best to ignore the fact I have a Spanish presentation to write and practice for tomorrow. Okay? Okay.

I feel like nothing happened today, but I'm sure stuff went down. Truly memorable stuff. For instance, Puja told me she was allergic to my face when she sneezed upon looking at me. I basically gave a 10-minute half-synopsis, half-review of Midnight in Paris to my friends, who probably regretted asking in the first place.

Most notably, my English teacher, for the umpteenth time, remarked that the essay prompt was "easy," to which I agreed...but only after convincing myself for 30 minutes it couldn't be that hard. I don't mean to sound arrogant when I say this, yet I truly wonder what the rest of the class must be doing while we're supposed to be furiously analyzing texts. I'm seriously convinced they stare off into space indefinitely. As it has become a custom to critique papers as a class the next day, I've seen the things my classmates write and that should be evidence enough. A ton of papers read as regurgitation of notes, without a proper thesis, and incoherent sentence structures.

Literally one of the funniest moments this year was when, upon reading aloud, our teacher stopped and inquired why the person wrote "poisoned cup" (in reference to the revenge plot in Hamlet) as opposed to poisoned wine. He then pretended to jab a kid in the first seat near him with a cup and acted out the scene if the cup itself were poisoned. It was terrific. Did I mention he's in his late 60s (he claims early 70s), always wears a suit and drinks coffee? It's awesome, and I often treat him as a worldly professor, so out of place in my hometown, FL.. Now that I think about it, he's essentially Mr. Feeny. I could see him giving this very same speech.

In other earth-shattering news, I think I should stop wanting this ring since it's a whopping $200 and meant for engagements. And here I thought rings on Modcloth were expensive.

Talk to you tomorrow, friends.

Days until I graduate: 41
Days until exams are over: 68
Days until I start college: 145

April 08, 2012

Happy Easter!

Okay, this picture was too cute not to share. I just love how none of us are looking at the camera. Priceless.

It's amazing the number of Facebook friends I have showing off their Easter baskets. Call me judgmental, but why are juniors and seniors in high school still getting baskets with candy? I can understand candy, but baskets too? With the fake grass? It just seems a little bizarre to me. I suppose if I think back the same thing happened with Halloween too.

Which gets me wondering: why, as a society, do we make such a big deal of what we receive? Why not share what we give to others? Just questions to be answered at one point in my life, I'm sure.

My modest haul of Easter candy.

I watched Midnight in Paris for the first time last night. I'll admit, I went in with low expectations and general skepticism for the movie. I think that is why, in part, I ended up enjoying it. I thought the costumes and soundtrack were well done. I especially fell in love with Adriana's wardrobe, secretly wishing the Prom theme was 1920's (like it was originally supposed to be) so I could dress like her. Oh well.

Speaking of Prom, I've decided not to go to mine. It's planned for this Saturday and just too many events are also happening that day. Math Bowl, Relay for Life, an art exhibit I would love to see, etc. Besides, I got asked to babysit for the first time in forever and it's so hard to pass up earning money. A few of my male friends are disappointed, having assured me I would have a good time, (though none would go themselves, so, how could they really) but given the circumstances I feel better not going. If I end up missing out, so be it. I think it's silly to live with regrets.

See you guys on the flip side.

April 07, 2012

Habits.

(My title is inspired by Lizzi's post today entitled 'Habitats'. Go check it out!)

So I've developed this slightly unhealthy habit of watching celebrity interviews on YouTube. I'm not talking about the occasional one every now and again, or even just one celebrity in particular. No. I mean, full-fledged, related video after related video, of nearly everyone under the sun. In my defense, I learn so much!

In no particular order:
  • Olivia Wilde
  • Tina Fey
  • Liam Hemsworth
  • Emma Stone
  • Selena Gomez
  • Mila Kunis
  • Amy Poehler
  • Donald Glover
  • Ewan McGregor
  • Andrew Garfield
  • Keira Knightly
  • Elizabeth Olsen
  • Natalie Portman
  • Emma Watson
  • David Hyde-Pierce
  • Taylor Swift
  • Danny Pudi
  • The list goes on
While I'm glad I'm doing BEDA, I feel like I am neglecting serious matters like job applications, scholarship essays and school assignments. On a slightly related note, can you believe eight people in my English Lit class are at risk of not graduating? Whether this is actually true or not, it's enough to scare me to not let senioritis take over and let me fail.

This is why I have a very important date with An Ideal Husband.

Farewell, friends.

April 06, 2012

My blood boils.

I am virtually seething right now with anger.

So for now just watch this video I filmed:

April 05, 2012

I want to join crew in college.

I've spent most my day surrounded by books.

I started off the day reading Slaughter-House Five as I ate breakfast. (Granted the whole book isn't very gruesome, but even if it was, it probably wouldn't affect my appetite. I remember I once ate breakfast while watching some documentary on Jack the Ripper. I'm sure my brother is cringing as the memory.) Anyway, then I had to go to school and do boring stuff like study for Chemistry and it ruined the whole thing.

Most of my friends moan about having English first period, yet since I get to school at the crack of dawn (the hazards of car-pooling with a staff member), I have grown accustomed to reading and writing at such a time. I honestly prefer it. I want to nap too much in the afternoon. Today we were given time to read An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde and I found myself engrossed. Maybe if I have the proper motivation I will take time this three-day weekend to finish it. I already recommend it.

After English I had a field trip to another high school for a collective book club gathering. Puja and I have attended this for the past four years so we're veterans. I think it's always fun to note the changes. It has certainly grown these past few years, leading me to believe word got out that you get to miss class, eat free pizza and pick a free book. They really spoil us.

For the past two years they've gotten an author to talk via Skype about their book. The author last year was Gayle Forman, and she spoke about If I Stay, which was featured on the Florida Teens Read List for 2010-2011. She was kind and all, but this year we spoke with Kiersten White who won me over with her quick wit and eloquence. It made me feel bad I didn't read her book, Paranormalcy. The craziest part, in my opinion, was that she mentioned John Green and his explanation for using the name Hazel when asked how she thought up the names for her characters, saying she was not as thought out as he was and enviously so. I could be mistaken, but she sounds like a Nerdifighter and that made me happy.

A quick summary of the trip otherwise:
Food: 2 slices of cheese pizza and a handful of chips
Drink: Sprite
People I talked to outside of my friends: three
Free book: Looking For Alaska by John Green (because you know, why not?)
Pictures I took:
I promise they're not high.


I know this BEDA post has mainly been a summary of my day, but I assure you tomorrow's will be better. It's as much about you as it is about me. I am learning some really far-out stuff* and I want to do my best to share it. I might even film a vlog!?

The Easter weekend is almost upon us! How do you plan to celebrate? My family isn't even dying eggs anymore, not to mention hiding them. Oh, the woes of being a youngest child.

I will talk to you tomorrow.

April 04, 2012

Ridic cool.

The title doubles as a shout-out to a friend who is probably reading this because I will send them the link. Hi, so-and-so. How are you?

Anyway, do you remember how I said my school probably didn't stand a chance of winning tennis Districts? Well, we didn't...BUT WE GOT SECOND OVERALL SO WE'RE GOING TO REGIONALS!! Plus, our #1 doubles team won 1st in their line and automatically advance to State! THIS IS SO EXCITING! I am really proud of the team and I feel bad for ever doubting their ability. In case you were curious, the Coach that wanted his team to win so badly did in fact win. I hope karma catches up with them sometime.

Instead of writing more, I will leave you with this. Of course now it is ten times funnier because I have read the play, but you can still enjoy it even if you haven't.

Have a nice night.

April 03, 2012

Don't be discouraged.

I made a promise to myself to go to sleep before midnight. It's 11:04 p.m. EST already and I don't know what I'm going to write about. As my Dad would say, I'm in deep yogurt.

Ideally I would blather on about what tennis has meant to me this past two years since the season ended recently. At the moment, though, I just don't have the patience. Or I would worry I was saying too much or not saying enough. I think, unlike other seniors on the team, tennis is still relatively new to me. They've experienced two different coaches over four years...and why am I suddenly making this about them? My only explanation is I have the team on my mind. While strictly winning was never our goal, I started to believe we had the potential to go all the way: win districts, advance to Regionals and whatever else after that. After day one of Districts today, I can sense we may have fallen just beneath the mark. I overheard another coach scolding his team to do well and that he would only be happy if he got to take a trophy home. (This team, I might add, are defending champions, but our #1 singles player this year beat their #1 singles girl quite handily. TAKE THAT.) Still, I am holding out hope we can pull off a win and title. It would certainly be an upset.

CRAP. I realize I have a sheep load of homework. I probably should go do that....

Good night, folks.

April 02, 2012

I may or may not have One Direction's "What Makes You Beautiful" stuck in my head.

I feel like I'm in hyperdrive, head down, determined to bust out this post as quickly (yet awesomely) as possible. I'm seriously so focused, I heard a bag rustling in the corner of my room and had to tell it to be quiet. Why can't it tell I'm working?

My neuroses aside, I had a super stellar day at school. And when I say super stellar, I really mean borderline coma-inducing monotony, only broken up by brief moments of hilarity. Taken out of context they may seem ordinary, thus I'll do my best to set the scene for both. Without further ado...

Here we are, sitting in AICE Physics, trying to wrap our heads around superposition of waves when our teacher makes some semi-sexist remark. Honestly, I don't remember what it was, but it was actually pro-female. I know, shocking. The funny part was when Marissa said "See, he knows not to yell at women," to which Kaitlin quipped, "SHUT UP, MARISSA!"

And scene.

Okay, so maybe you had to be there.

The other quote can be derived from my AP Calc class. (See what I did there?) Our teacher had just finished teaching this "so cool" method for integrating by parts (or as Aniesa thinks, integrating by pants) when she says, "this is only reliable about 90% of the time," and without missing a beat, nearly the whole class shouts "90%!?!" Never before were we so concerned with not being able to do something in math. Also, fun fact: I wrote maybe three numbers on an entire page of Calc notes. Lots of 'u's and 'v's instead, that, unfortunately for me, start to look the same with my atrocious handwriting. I must learn to be careful!

And scene.

In retrospect, those anecdotes don't seem all that amusing, but hey, you can't fault a girl for trying.

To me, there is no harder question than "how was your ____ break?" One of these days I'm going to make up extravagant stories for when friends ask. For example: "Yeah, I went swimming with dolphins in the Caribbean, then I flew to LA and hung out Adam Levine. In Alaska both aliens and zombies attacked, so I fended both off with a laser I invented. But other than that, it was totally chill. How about you?"

I think it has potential.

On a more serious note, I am honored to have become a trendsetter amongst the Blogger Family for doing BEDA! I am excited to read posts from Maggie, Lizzi, Em, Shelby and whoever else has decided to take part. Sorry if I missed someone. Just let me know in a comment here so I can keep up with it.

To recap: WOO! BEDA 2012! Let's do this!

April 01, 2012

"You've been ice cream sundae-ed!"

I've decided to do BEDA (blogging every day in April) again. I did it last year and the year before that with a fair amount of success. I know it sounds insane, especially this year when April will also be my last full month of high school, but I am up for the challenge.

(Sorry, I just got distracted swiveling around in my spinning desk chair. Did you know Thomas Jefferson invented the first version of one? The things you learn in Government class.)

Last night I live-tweeted the Kids' Choice Awards. As you could tell, I had a lot fun. Highlight of my Saturday night, let me tell you. There were a few inaccuracies I should amend, though. Such as I will be watching The Legend of Korra when it premieres later this month, not The Legend of Korea, though I'm sure if such a show exists it is fantastic. I know it's Robert Pattinson, not Patterson. I was clearly getting tired. The toys are Dizzy Dancers, not Dizzy Daners, though I'm sure if such a toy existed it'd be fantastic. And, last but not least, my dyslexia must've kicked in, making me type Beiber and instead of Bieber. Silly me.

Now that that's all sorted out, I'm off to watch the 2012 Sony Ericsson Open Men's Final with my man Novak Djokovic. I hope he wins so he can "celebrate" again. Wink, wink.

Have a Happy April 1st, guys! I don't recognize April Fool's Day. It goes against my religion.