Thursday, September 18, 2014 "Let's Dance, as Well as Another Chance."

Thursday, September 18, 2014
Week: 5
Songs to Remember: Fever - HALO

        So I guess I was getting a little taste of what is to come. Today. I danced for the first time (actual dance) along with staying up until, well, now (which is about 1:34 AM as I'm writing this) to finish up homework.

        Word History, the discussion today was bootleg. The teacher randomly brought in cookies (one for each person) for the discussion. The discussion was pretty bootleg, pretty awkward. We all sat like, in a circle, and with our team members behind us, kinda like a sun formation thingy. We introduced ourselves (as the person we're acting as) and then we ask and receive questions from other people. Went pretty bad, this one girl on another team was asked a question and she didn't even look up from her phone while texting. Blatantly out in the open too, like, everyone saw it.

        The girl didn't even know that people were paying attention to her texting. The teacher was like "Whatever" and just wrote in her notebook or whatever like "Note to self, better give this girl an F". After the period was over, the teacher was like " This wasn't very good guys, next time I expect it to be better" and I'm like "F***, there's a next time? You mean there's going to be more group projects like this? F***".

        So today we listened to Romanticism music in English and the teacher had us just doodle or write what we we're thinking about while listening the to the music. The romanticism music is like those orchestra type songs, composed by a Russian dude in South Korea. When people shared out their ideas, this one person was like " It reminded me of Tom and Jerry" and I was like "Woah, no way, I wrote down Tom and Jerry too". Like, I found it pretty crazy. Also I wrote down a bunch of random thoughts, kinda like how I'm doing right now.

        For chemistry, we started a lab today where we started to make CRYSTALS. I was like "YOOO, I love crystals". Crystals, gems, and shiny rocks are probably one of the main reasons why at one point I wanted to become a geologist. I still kinda actually, since I'm leaning more towards a science-y sort of career. If not, I'll just do like, business-y type stuff instead.

        So anyways, we did a procedure for that simple borax crystal experiment. You know, the one where you get an object, tie it to a string, then submerge it into a water, borax, and food coloring solution. Then wait a few days then voila, some crystals. Yeah that one. During the part where we had to pour molten hot water into our cups, the beakers of water were sitting on the hot-plate, boiling. Our teacher came over, stuck his index finder in it, I hear f***ing sizzling from that, and the teacher's like " Yep, it's hot enough. You can start pouring it in now". And I'm just like "HOLY F***". Like," I HAVE NEVER HAD A GREAT TEACHER AS THIS. THEY STICK THEIR FINGER IN BOILING HOT WATER AND DOESN'T EVEN FLINCH. OH MY GOD, THIS IS ON ANOTHER LEVEL OF BOOTLEG".

        Actually, now that I think about it, he probably did some science-y stuff to prevent himself from actually feeling any pain. Like from that one video from NurdRage, demonstrating the Leidenfrost effect by sticking his hand in liquid nitrogen. Pretty cool. Anyways, uh, yeah. Mr. Sales (again, not his real name), on of the most bootleg teachers I've ever had. I love it.

        We took the Volleyball test today, pretty easy. We then played with our teams from 2 days ago, and uh, yeah. That's about it. I thought tomorrow is going to be the last day of Volleyball before we switch to a new sport on Monday. Turns out, there's still one more week. I thought it'd end on the ending of the 5th week, actually is on the end of the 6th week. Actually is Dolan.

        And, I get my test back from math class, I look at my score as I get it, and I suddenly feel depressed. But before I dive in on this, I'd like to tell you a story today. So during math class, the teacher's up in the front and calling people up to get their test scores back. She calls up this one dude, he takes his paper like in a swiping motion, like a "Give me that!" sorta way. You get what I mean. He turns his back and walks back towards his desk, only to be called by the teacher "Give me the rest back". The dude goes back and hands her back the test and goes back to his desk.

        The teacher then explains how she works so hard grading tests and that people should receive the tests with both hands and with respect. I was like "Damn dude, learn some respect". Like, daaaamn, did that dude get rekt. Anwyays, back to what I was saying. So I look at my score, it's a- oh and there's another I want to tell too. Don't worry. It'll be quick. So when the other acher announced that we're getting our tests back, this one girl whispered " Oh s***". And like, she whispered it so loud o don't even think it's even considered a whisper anymore. Like, she was on the other side of the room from me, and I si to the far left.

        The T.A even heard it and he's like "Language!" I'm like "Damn girl, that was one loud whisper". Like. I know you wan to express your enthusiasm, but at least I know not to say it aloud. Okay, I think I'm done with stories for now. I'll continue on. So I look at my test and it's a f***ing 22 out of 50. Yeah you heard me. I got an F on my math test, the first one since about, I do know, I can't even remember. That's how often I get F's on my math tests. Or even, F's on tests in general. Also, i  type in math and it auto-corected one time to "life". Yeah, math really is love, math really is life.

        So I'm just sitting there, looking at my test, I'm covering it a bit so people wouldn't see my score. I look at the girl in front of me's score. She got a 47 and I'm like "F***". Then the teacher just announces " This girl got a 100%. Everybody give her a round of applause", and in just like "F***". I was considering about yelling "F***" real loud in class. That's how crazy my score drove me. I just don't get it.

        I show my work, I show the correct formats, structure, but I get the answer wrong and nope, no partial credit for me. Just, pffft. Lose the full points. Way to degrade your students. Announcing to everyone in the class that a person got a 100%. ONE person. Might as well just announce my score and be like "Ooooohh, try harder next time". She keeps on saying how we're going to do better next time and I'm like "I'm in no mood for philosphical teachings right now. I want to get my B's and A's back".

        I coukd just talk to my counselor and drop out and just go to regular Algebra II and take the easy way out. But i won't, 'cause I'm not actually a quitter. And so I've decided to give myself one more chance. If I don't get at least a B in this next test, I'll definitely go see my old Geometry teacher and see if he can help me. I've got a weekend to study before I take the Chapter 3 Test, so, hopefully I won't have to take the quitter's way out.

        And for Chinese class, we made bookmarks. Ehhhh. And when class ended, I walked with El and I was like " I gotta go to the KDT meeting, see ya". There's already a few people there, one of which is Is. Everyone seems to know each other and I'm just whatever. I don't see my buddy yet. And so I go inside, it's a dance room by the way and my buddy shows up. I made a friend with this one freshman dude. I mistake him for a Junior or something. Him, my buddy, and I become like this group.

        We started off with an "ice-creaker" to learn eachother's names better. Then we stretched, and just got right into it. The song of course was "Hoot" by SNSD. Oh my gosh, pretty difficult. It's 'cause my brain's not used to like, the left and right, turn aspect of dancing and moving my body to be synced to a set of memorized moves. The beginning was a bit confusing, then it go easier, then okay, and then confusing with the feet part while shooting the bow. You can look up the dance for yourself to see what I'm talking about.

        As we were prsctcing, some people left early and some just did their homework and I was like "Wow, why bother coming here if you're not going to participate. F***ing, I didn't come here to waste 2 hours of my precious homework time". And uh, yeah. We took a group picture in the end and I went home. Stayed up pretty late tonight finishing up that plagiarism project (my part at least), as well as my math, chemistry, and more English honework. And here I am typing on my phone at 2:33 AM. Ho-ly, f***.

        Basically staying up at night, finishing honework, it's really just preparation  for college. It's a simple 3 step process- Work, Study, and stay awake for as long as possible. If you sleep too much, you dont want to make it a habit. Soon youll be sleeping in class, and that ain't good. So I gotta go pee, umm, I'll see you tomorrow then. Uhhh, bye for now.