Yesterday, I was running late for my NHS meeting, but I made it before they called it to order. It was my first time driving myself to school early, so I was hoping I wouldn't be late. No more excuses about my ride being responsible. We planned our Christmas party, and I finally signed up to sell pizza. We're not really a social kind of group, so I'm not sure whose idea the Christmas party was, but I'll go along with it. I'm just wary in an inexplicable kind of way.
I skipped first, second, and third period for the Knowledge Master Open. The KMO is one of the competitions we do for It's Academic; they send us the questions on a computer disk, we go through all 200 using Mr. T's computer-tv contraption, and then we call in our scores. We're not great, but we do pretty well. We had at least one streak of twenty questions correct, all in a row. I missed a math test and had to delay one of Mr. Witko's vocabulary quizzes, but otherwise it was cool. We played smarter this time, I suppose. Ian was in charge of the keyboard (to input our answers; it's timed), and it froze up a few times. I enjoyed it, though it made me late to lunch.
I don't feel at all good about the DBQ in Adkins yesterday. I didn't really know what I wanted to say, so it was hard to fake that.
Ms. Sim has gone to Japan. It must be an emergency or something, because she wouldn't leave us for a week without some hint. She was supposed to be collecting money for
Camelot -- we're going after school on the 16th to Arena Stage in DC to see it. We don't know if she even bought the tickets before she left. We walked into class, and there was a sub assignment on Arthurian Legends from the 10th grade English book. We just did the work first, then messed around.
Oh, and club yearbook pictures were yesterday. I don't like pictures of myself anyway, so I wasn't about to jump into other photos than It's Ac and NHS (though I know some people that did, ahem ;)). After the NHS picture, the latter of the two, my eyes were watering from having such a bright flash go off about eight times in less than a minute.
I can't remember if it was last night or the night before, but I spent about four hours on homework one of those days. I don't know why school has me so compelled to do everything I'm supposed to. I carry far too many books around and home, I do more work than necessary, and I work so hard for so little. Yeah, I get good grades, and people that do less work generally don't. Still, sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it.
As for today, I drove again. It's almost becoming likeable now. Megan got her license, but just barely -- still,
felicidades. I think Steph retook hers, too, but I don't know how she did. More Arthur with Ms. Sim's sub, a video on the unbelievably crazy John Brown in Adkins, and starting to make up my test for PreCal. Ms. O'Neal is part of the whole "teach to the rule" thing that the teachers started in lieu of striking, so she only stayed until 4:30, and It's Ac was canceled due to lack of attendance, so I just came home a bit late and started my homework.
My life is so unappealing sometimes. Like now. Also, visit
my Mr. Picasso Head.
