Whoo. I survived another week. I didn't have to drag myself through it like I have in the past, but it wasn't easy.
I studied for Adkins, but not as much as I should have. I got an 82 on the test, which is about average for me. There was that one C, but I was having a
really bad day, and I still managed an A for the quarter. Now that I think about it, if my paper turned out okay, I think I can still hold onto this quarter's possible-and-looking-more-and-more-likely A. My paper didn't take as long as I thought to finish. It was only 13 1/2 pages (the minimum's 12), but my other papers were 14 or so. I know people turn in 20+ pages, but I always doubt the content of those. That says "copy and paste" to me.
We had a DBQ today. I'm pretty sure mine was crap. The beginning was okay, the end was okay, but the middle was a mess. I was just not feeling it. I didn't know what to write. Moments like that make me think. I have to decide soon whether I want to take the AP test in May. Right now, I'm thinking no. I'm just not good at remembering all this historical stuff, especially the uninteresting parts. I mean, I love the French revolution, but I get those dates mixed up just the same. I'll give it more thought before I make my final decision though. Also, I know Stephanie (or was it Megan?) gave her Barron's book to Connie, but I know there are other Adkins vets out there who still have them. Let me know if you're willing to donate or sell yours to me if I take the test.
I didn't study for my math test, but it was easy. I got a 99 -- self esteem booster! On the down side of math, we have a cumulative test Wednesday, meaning I have to relearn those stupid trig identities and such. And I got a nasty papercut on my middle finger, right up near the nail. It still hurts a little now, but it's stopped randomly bleeding on me.
Seeing my finger bleed instantly and feeling the pain reminded me of my grandmother. She had diabetes. I stayed with her before and after school when I was little, so I'd be around in the mornings when she checked her glucose levels. It was so scary watching her prick her finger and squeeze a single drop of blood onto the testing strip. I remember how she grimaced, and I felt sorry for her. I also hoped that I'd never have to do that. I'm lucky that my finger pain just came from a papercut that will heal in a few days. Hers was a several-times-daily thing for the majority of her life. I miss her. I can never play bingo without thinking of her.
NHS meetings are so pointless. We don't
do anything! Besides pizza sales, the Christmas party, and the gift-giving thing for Damitra's church (which was substantial and lovely), we basically just have meetings and go to tutoring that no one shows up for. I usually use the time to do discussion points. If I already did mine, I just read and try to ignore the random black people making noise in Mr. Belanger's room. I don't mean to sound racist (especially in the wake of Dr. King's birthday), but "random black people" is the best term I can think of. I'm sure random white people can be just as loud and obnoxious, but Oxon Hill has too few white people for them to be random.
It's Ac yesterday was better than our usual Thursday meetings. About four of our regulars are in International Club as well, so they go to that meeting first and we start without them. I read, which threw off the balance of skill, but it was cool. I've only read once before, I think. They played boys vs. girls. Greg insisted on calling the boys the "Scions of Sexy" (something to do with Magic) and the girls the "female canines." Apparently Ian read on Wednesday, and he labeled the score sheet "dudes" and "b----es", so he was "keeping the tradition." Boys. The final score was pretty close considering the players.
We read a poem in AP Lit today, "Goblin Market", by Christina Rosetti. Whoa. I have never read anything with more obvious sexual themes. It was a really long poem, too. We all read it, then broke into groups to analyze it from different perspectives. I had the "feminist" group, and we actually drew some good conclusions. As I was reading, I picked up on the sexual
underovertones immediately, but I was able to keep from judging it right away. There's more to it than that. It was originally a children's poem, and if you read it with the innocence and naivete of a child, it's just a fairy tale. Once you pass from innocence to compassion ("Marigolds," anyone?), it's all about the goblin fruits. (
Read it if you're curious.)
I stayed after school to be a test subject for Elizabeth's RP project. There were a bunch of people there. I got to talk to Megan and Stephanie again, which is always nice, because I see them so rarely despite our lack of distance. Then I came home and watched tv. I can't really afford to laze around like that, but sometimes I just need a break, you know?
Friday Five: Last Words
1. What does it say in the signature line of your emails? I don't have one. I've thought about making one, but my emails are long enough as is.
2. Did you have a senior quote in your high school yearbook? What was it? If you haven't graduated yet, what would you like your quote to be? Do we get yearbook quotes? I don't think I saw them in last year's yearbook. My eighth grade quote (oh, the nostalgia!) was "Friends are like money: easier made than kept."
3. If you had vanity plates on your car, what would they read? If you already have them, what do they say? Well, my name has 7 letters, so that would work. Otherwise, something Harry Potter, just to catch fans' eyes, like "HRMIONE" or "DMBLDOR" or "WEASLEY".
4. Have you received any gifts with messages engraved upon them? What did the inscription say? I used to have ID bracelets (with my name), but I don't wear bracelets, so I may have thrown them away. :x When you move a lot, you get a sense of what's really not worth keeping.
5. What would you like your epitaph to be? That's a morbid thought. Something simple, like "Wife, mother (if applicable), daughter, sister, friend."
