1. Are you going to school this year?
Yes. I'm a senior this year.
2. If yes, where are you going (high school, college, etc.)? If no, when did you graduate?
Back to high school for one last year. Then I'm off to college (or so I hope).
3. What are/were your favorite school subjects?
I've always loved English, because I'm good at it without much effort, which leaves me more time to absorb the knowledge, you know. And I love to read. I also love studying European medieval history.
4. What are/were your least favorite school subjects?
Math and science. It's kind of ironic, since I'm in the Science and Tech program. Both subjects are just too concrete for me. In math, if you don't get a certain answer, you're wrong. There's no leeway. And science is so solid. I like flexibility.
5. Have you ever had a favorite teacher? Why was he/she a favorite?
I have favorites among my current teachers, and they always change. But if anyone asks, it's my first grade teacher, who married and became Mrs. Drago. She was the first person who saw something in my writing, and really encouraged it. I haven't stopped since, and I thank her immensely for that faith in me.
Just because I could (even though I really couldn't), I watched the
MTV Video Awards last night. That opening number... holy. At first it was kind of cool, seeing Britney and Christina mimic Madonna's performance at the first VMAs. And then Madonna herself showed up, and the guys from
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy (which I never watch) started freaking out. The performance itself was cool, but... I don't want to see Madonna kissing Britney and Christina. I get that it was carrying on the whole wedding scenario, but that was too much.
Chris Rock's opening monologue was great. "There's so much tension. You can't put 50 near Ja, you can't put Jay-Z near Nas. The Olsen twins are right there, so you gotta put R. Kelly waaaaaaaay up there." "I'm not gonna say nothing about Eminem, cause too many words rhyme with 'rock'." Smart man. And talking about how Justin sounded "all white" when Ashton Kutcher got him on
Punk'd, and when he found out it was a joke, he "got black again." Rajni pointed out that Justin didn't once mention *NSync in all his awards speeches -- if he breaks up that band, I will never forgive him. They function best as a quintet, a little bit of everything. And Lance will never go solo, so I might never hear that fabulous bass voice again!
I was trying to study, talk to Greg, and watch at the same time, and then it was getting late, so I didn't get to finish watching the show. However, MTV is the land of reruns, so I'll probably run across it -- pre-show and all -- within the next week or so.
I got my math book today. Oh, the injustice. It's so heavy. It won't matter as much, soon, 'cause I'll have a locker to shove it in. It'll be murder on my back for the trip home, though. I
know my Adkins book will get much wear from being carted back and forth, so there goes the good days last year when I didn't have to take any books home. Sigh. I almost missed a discussion point, but I read that part of the book during RP, so I wasn't totally lost. He hasn't charged into the material; we only have four discussion points at a time, and he gave us four for the whole holiday weekend. He'd have been perfectly justified in giving us eight.
I got an 82 on the
Pride and Prejudice test. I knew it was supposed to be objective, but whoa. There was some really insignificant, obscure stuff on that test. A lot of people got C's, though, and I wasn't far from there, so I can't complain. I think I did worse on the
Lord of the Flies test, though. There are so many boys, I started to forget who did what and who said what. As if starting off the English year with a heavy summer assignment, two tests, and a quiz wasn't bad enough, I may not have up-to-par grades on them. Argh, man.
We had
another storm tonight. That makes three in as many days. And they're not baby storms, either; they're the big kind with thunder that makes you jump and rain that'll soak you in seconds.
Part of me wants to spend ages online, like I did at the beginning of the summer. The other part reminds me that I have work to do. It reminds me what a horrible mood I'm always in when I procrastinate. So I have to keep it short. But I miss my marathon sessions. The times when people would mouseover my AIM name and see "online time: 6 hours". That's the stuff strained eyes are made of. Also, yay for Greg not being able to make fun of me (as of tomorrow) when we go to R-rated movies (which has been a total of twice).
