Senior Year Day 29
Thursday, October 12th, 2006
If one (such as myself) has a wonderful day/evening in which they see someone they haven't seen in awhile and generally has an enjoyable experience, it is almost a sure thing that the following day will be hell. Like, people would not bet on this in Vegas because it is a sure thing. Always. It's something like a screwed up 50-50 system, when I have a nice day, some day in the very near future will be awful. Interestingly, if I have a bad day there is no guarantee I'll ever have a good day in the near future.
But perhaps it's just my attitude.
Today was one of those days. We were yelled at in Composition by a fat woman who rules the English computer lab like Stalin ran Siberia. Cross her, and you (and your family) will be arrested in the night, sent off in train cars, and if you're lucky, find yourself working slave labor for the rest of your life. Such is the life inside the English computer lab. For example, our assignment was directly related to what we did yesterday. So, a student realizes that, why, he was not here yesterday, and thus the assignment is very difficult for him to comprehend. To his good luck the person sitting next to him was at school yesterday, and begins to fill him in (whispering) on the assignment. Unfortunately, this is against Ms. Stalin-butt's Divine Law so they are both locked away in solitary confinement for "political re-education." At least oppressed Russians got to talk.
Alright see, you know it's a crappy day when Calculus is the best period of the day. When my math teacher's excitement of differential equations is the brightest ray of sunshine shining into my day, well, that's when most people would take a long hard look at their life. His friendliness and general "up" feelings towards other human beings was nice however, so he gets the Crappy Day Cookie. Way to go!
Gym was horrific. Not only did we have to dress (a humiliating experience. no matter how cool you may be in the real world, putting on a gym uniform makes you a nark) (what is a nark?) ANYWAY, our class normally works out in the weight room alone, which is nice. Except today every class was down there, including an unpleasant person who decided to be unpleasant. We'll leave it at that, and perhaps I am paranoid, but it did put a rather large crack in the previously mentioned cookie.
The weight room reminds me of prison. Not that I've been in prison, by prison I mean prison-in-the-media. It's perfect. Old rusting (but newly painted to give it a "peppy" feeling) bars circle the area and prevent escape when the door is locked. A bunch of tough looking guys go and pump weights while being sweaty (I'm told it's good fun) while slackers (me and girls) ride the stationary bikes and complain about sweat. I am truly a Man among men. Yes. This somehow fits the state's requirements for fitness, although I don't see how humiliating uniforms help us get fitter. I can just as easily become Healthy-Me in jeans. But I must be a radical.
Group dynamics are interesting, from afar. And I don't mean group as in a city population or a party or even 'NSYNC. I mean group project groups. Yes. In History we are doing a group debate, and I was put into the Republican group (argh! *liberal ideals explode much like the Hindenburg except with less mentions of "the humanity" of it all). To put a better spin on it, out of our group of 6, 2 people are dropping the class NOW. So, we have about 3 people less than any other group. Plus, the remaining people either A) don't care to "work" or B) won't make eye contact. Hm. So what is someone who's afraid of failing and looking like a fool in front of the class (that's me) supposed to do? According to my actions today...not make eye contact back. See? Interesting.
Although my Republican research tells me that apparently, Democrats sleep with terrorists. So perhaps this will be easy...
And Biology just makes me want to squish cells. Cells deserve to be squished, and here's why: slave labor. Seriously. History lesson: The mitochondria used to be independent, happily processing nutrients JUST FOR YOU when all of a sudden (over the process of millions of years) the cell just swallowed the mitochondria up. And now the mitochondria is USED by the cell for the cell's own benefit. The cell blocks the mitochondria's escape with a membrane that the cell claims is "permeable" but only "SEMI-permeable." The cell is holding the mitochondria against it's wishes and is forcing it to create energy for the cell. Cells = squishable.
So according to my lopsided 50-50 theory, tomorrow may or may not be the same. Then again, it is a Friday. On the other hand, it is Friday the 13th (which in the modern age only means some crappy horror movie is released on this day). Ah, this is suspicious. Would horror film makers release a movie if the infamous date was really Wednesday the 11th? Or Monday the 28th? Of course not, they wouldn't get the huge weekend movie-goers' money (mostly because most of the population are simple-minded folk). Isn't it just TOO convenient that a date shrouded in mystery and gloom just HAPPENS to be a FRIDAY? Treasured American ghoulish tradition, or Tool of Hollywood???
Or WHO CARES? Yes, many questions indeed...