I was so busy yesterday, I didn't have a chance to blog. Mr. T is still mysteriously absent, so we had an informal It's Ac with Mrs. Anderson. By informal, I mean that no one remembered to get questions for her from Mr. T before he took off, so she went over literature info with us. It was a little boring, as the non-question sessions usually are, but still. I always feel really comfortable around the other admitted nerds. :)
School was fine. I got my summer paper back from Mr. Adkins - a 93. Yayness.
And I got a 14 (out of 15) on our first pop quiz. You know, I've always believed that if you get a question where you really don't know the answer, but you know something that
could be right, you should just write as much as you can. You're more likely to get something right that way. It totally worked.
Senior Skip Day actually happened. In RP second period, an entire row of people was missing. Ms. Sim got really ticked over it. She gave us a pop quiz today. The first question: "Senior Skip Day (a) was yesterday, (b) does not exist in Ms. Sim's AP Literature class, (c) resulted in its participants being assigned a 250 word essay on their excuse, (d) b and c, or (e) [something really odd]." That was when I knew she was angry. The rest of the questions were things you couldn't know unless you'd been in class yesterday. Of course, that's assuming those of us who
were there remembered enough. I made my first appearance on a quiz, toward the end: "Greg C. would not invite Lindsay over for tea because (a) he doesn't like tea; he likes hot chocolate, (b) his mother would not approve, (c) his father would not approve, (d) Lindsay's parents would not approve." The answer, of course, was A. That's my Greg. I had such a hard time trying to keep myself from bursting into laughter as I took the quiz. I'm not sure about that first question (I picked D), but I was surprised at how much I remembered. Yay to Ms. Sim for the most creative "punishment" ever.
Tomorrow, I am going to an orientation-type-thing at College Park. It's very spur of the moment; my mom called just today to see if they had space. To my horror, that means I'll have to get up around 5:30 (it starts at 8), and I'll be out almost all day. To make matters worse, that gives me less time for my homework (math problems, a chapter to read for Geology, an Adkins test to study for on Monday (pray for me!), and a critical paper on vanity in
Pride and Prejudice). And worst of all, I won't get to see Greg. All weekend. And most of next (he's working). My ability to put school before anything and everything has made our relationship interesting, to say the least. That's just the way I am.
I went out driving last night with Mom. She
knows I have problems with merging, but she still made me go out on Route 5. I fared better on unfamiliar streets, though. I went out again after school today with Dad. It went well. He helped me merge (mostly because the traffic was heavy), and we stayed on roads I know. Usually, driving with Dad is more strained because he talks
at me instead of
to me. He didn't do that today. I am getting used to driving my car, even though I don't know where anything is. It took me
forever to find the windshield wiper switch. But it's cute, and small, it doesn't have much pick-up, and it's all mine.
