Friday, July 15, 2011

Saturday, June 25, 2011

I (heart) NY

Well!  New York has passed gay marriage.  Happy Friday, everyone.  This is so utterly fantastic.  To celebrate, I am going to make a tumblr.  That link is for all you people who are so committed to blogspot (all 11 of you) that you don't even KNOW what tumblr is.  But no longer.  This is your introduction.

So.  A lot has changed in the almost two months since I've posted... sorry about that.  It started with good intentions.  See, there was this math final.  And two weeks before it, I kind of quit recreational internet.  I took the math final, which was very important to me.  In that, if I failed the final, I would fail the course.  And so I quit the internets.  The fun, cool, sexy bits, anyway.  And then I took the final, passed the final very well and the course with a C+ (yes, I'm HAPPY) and unquit the net.  Except I forgot about this part of my responsibilities to humanity.  Sorry about that.  I was in Colorado for a bit (pictures when I have a better connection) and my family's moving, so, um, yeah... 

I have a job!  I work five hours a week for $7.94 an hour at the local library.  Yeah.  Feeling good about that.  It's actually really fun, and I'm learning a lot.  I took out a book yesterday about flappers and the sexual revolution in America, and I learned that in 25 years of legal prostitution in Nevada, there has not been one single case of HIV, making it the safest sex industry on this silly planet.  I've also been taking out a lot of DVDs, because it's summer, and I and a friend staying with me have watched, among less-good others, Pulp Fiction, Slumdog Millionaire, BrĂ¼no (I died), Speed and two episodes of Sherlock (I can forgive it for crowding out Dr. Who, it's that good).  It's not like being in China - not that I'd KNOW, would I? - but it's all right. 

Oh, and that post underneath this one from a hundred years ago.  It's not true any more.  The schedule.  See, I'm now taking Physics and American literature.  Why, you ask?  Oh, well, have I mentioned the page program I'd applied to?  Yes?  Well.  I sort of got in.  That means I'll be spending the second semester of my junior (next) year of high school in Washington, D.C. working on the United States Senate Floor.  I'm extremely excited about this, but the Page School doesn't have bio, and I took chem this (last?) year (NEVER AGAIN), so physics it is.  God, help me.  So, I'll need to spend half a year in sensible shoes and gray skirts.  KILL ME.  I am going to get the craziest underwear imaginable.  And I've gotten myself new glasses, really big silly purple ones.  I'm having fun with them, though it's a new prescription (this baby's legally blind, darlings) and I had some... moments today as I tried to do things like climb stairs and reach for teapots.  Anyway.  See?

Oh!  And I'm going to Israel with my family and my cousin (redundant?  But excited!) in January!  Very excited, never been before, and while I am NOT a blindly pro-Israel pro-Netanyahu jew (this apparently makes me anti-semitic in some circles), I am extremely happy that this plan is going through, and I'm going to brush up my Hebrew.  no, really.  I think I'll take an online course in the time I'll have from turning down another minimum wage job at a local inn.  This is a very disorganized post, can you tell how much I've slept of late? 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

AP Composition Is Sucking My Soul Out Through My Fingers.

The test is next Wednesday... I'm wavering between not caring at all and panicking.  That's sort of how I'm going about school at the moment, too, actually.

I've signed up for classes next year, and paid my deposit.  It's looking okay.  Hopefully, no classes before 9:30 or after 3:30.  In no particular order, in case you give a damn:

BCAB (some absurd initialization for the easier pre-calculus course)

AP United States History (reputed to be hell, but the teacher's great)

AP Biology (we'll see...)

Lit. Theory

Chinese I

Some Sort Of Outdoor Woodsy Rock-Climbing Fitness Thing

I'm really excited about Lit Theory.  I was signed up to take American Lit, because I'll be a junior next year and all the really great classes  - Brit Lit, Lit Theory and AP Lit - are senior classes, but I was finalizing all this with my advisor this morning, and she decided to run into the next classroom, grab the Lit Theory teacher and check.  She asked me if I was interested in philosophy, if I could handle the
workload, and if she was likely to get an angry letter from my parents when she taught something about female genital symbolism.  And then I had the all-clear, in the space of five minutes.  Next year looks bearable now.  Life's okay. 

I've passed in my annotated bibliography and outline for my final Comp paper, decided on a topic for my food studies paper - how food divides us culturally, from kosher law to self-righteous veganism - and I'm getting help in math and chem, though they can't really cure me of not caring.  Three.  More.  Weeks.  And we're done.  For three months.  And China can go screw itself, I'll have fun this summer. 

I'm having dreams about Washington, D.C.