You all know the drill. This is the hardest year I've ever had, academically speaking. And because I'm so committed to school and such, that increase takes away from my "me" time, i.e. being online. It sucks, but I'm determined not to slump this year. The more I slump now, the harder it'll be to straighten up in college next year. I refuse to be one of those people that drop out freshman year. School is practically a synonym for my name! (That was an exasperated exclamation points. By no means a yay one.)
My day didn't start out too well. I won't go into all the details, though. Some things are just between me and the witnesses.
I took Mindy to Wal-Mart today for an oil check. (Mindy is my car. Like Mandy, as in Moore. Also like that cute baby from
Animaniacs. The one with Buttons, that always got into trouble and Buttons the dog had to save her? So cute.) Her oil light has been blinking and beeping, much to my and Greg's chagrin. I finally checked the dipstick against the manual (see, those things are useful), and thought the problem might be too
much oil, not too little. Anyway, I got confused when I took her there and parked on the wrong side. After waiting in the long line at the car center, Courtney and I ate and shopped. I went back to check on Mindy, and they told me they couldn't find my car. They claim to have paged me, but I didn't hear anything, and the speakers aren't that loud anyway. So, as per standard procedure, I called my mom to come help. She did. Yay, Mom. The thing is, she told me I shouldn't get upset. Erm? I think wasting that much time (almost two hours) is something to be upset over. Not like, sobbing and screaming, but not happy. Add that to other assorted negativities, and my day started out badly.
Let's see, what happened this week? Damitra finally calculated the NHS points. I have 39, not counting the points I'll get for more meetings, the spring induction, and the honor roll assembly next week (I think). The problem is, they haven't decided what the goal is yet. You have to have a certain number of points to wear the stole with the NHS patch at graduation. They picked 100 before, but it must have been arbitrary since no one has even half of that. I'll sort it out soon enough. I can be a loud when I have to, I just hate being obnoxious like that.
It was really warm on Friday. Something like 75 degrees. It was warm in the basement (where Mr. Adkins's room is), and we had all the windows open in Ms. Sim's room. I'm naturally cold (like right now), so it was blissful to be able to walk around in just a t-shirt. Unfortunately, it rained today, and they're predicting rain/snow (!) for Tuesday, so our taste of spring appears to be over. Darn.
I got a B on my last AP US History test. That's good, considering that those tests are always difficult, but it could have been better. It was worth a lot of points, too, so that sucks. We had another DBQ on Thursday. I usually dread those. I don't usually plan them out first, though, so I tried that this time, and I think it turned out better than usual. At least, I hope so. I should know Monday.
On Wednesday, the juniors took a "practice real-time SAT test". It turns out they used the booklets that come from the College Board, the same ones that they used, like, a week ago in the computer lab, and the ones for SAT prep, if I'm not mistaken. Typical Oxon Hill behavior. I have two junior-heavy classes, and neither teacher taught, so I read in PreCal and AP US History. I managed to talk during RP, just to break the monotony. I was so sick of reading by English class. I polished off the book I was reading before
The Three Musketeers and moved on to another. Greg stayed home that day to catch up on schoolwork; otherwise I'd have gone up to Mr. Harrison's room to sit there. At least I could have eavesdropped while I was reading. But no. I read all day, by myself. I even wound up reading in AP Lit, during the time I would usually have been talking to Greg. I'm glad he got his work done, though.
That was basically my whole week. I applied for a scholarship, but I may have missed the deadline, so I just have to wait and see. I RSVP'd for the Honors interview at UMD, and I was looking through the Undergrad Catalog I got when I was up there in the fall. My AP Language test score won't credit me for English 101 (boo), but my SAT verbal score should. I love English, and I've heard that freshman classes like that are the best places to meet other freshmen, but if I can save money, I'm all for it. And if I got a full-tuition scholarship (!!!!!!!!!), I could take some fun classes instead.
Tomorrow, Greg and I are going to watch movies. He's going to try to override
Legally Blonde in the interest of time, but I plan to put an end to that. I've had it for ages and haven't watched it yet, so I'm really eager. I went to the mall last night with my mom and the rugrats, and though I forgot to get the Auntie Anne's pretzel I've been hankering for, I did get
School of Rock. Yay for surprisingly good movies.
I just got a weird email from the Mailer-Daemon. You know, the thing they send when your mail can't be delivered. The thing is, I never sent any message like that to that address. I haven't sent an email in at least a week, and the bounce message just showed up. So if you get anything from me with an attachment, be wary. I don't usually send attachments, anyway. Just a heads-up.
The
Friday Five I missed: Nostalgia.
What was...
1. ...your first grade teacher's name? Ms. Drago got married during the school year, so she became Mrs. Schaffler. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, Schaffler is a very difficult name to teach a first-grader to write.
2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon? Hmm.
Power Rangers came on after school, but I used to
love that show.
3. ...the name of your very first best friend? The first I remember was Ashley. I think she had a sister named Nicole; I was her friend, too. Maybe they were twins. That was so long ago.
4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal? Cocoa Krispies, then Waffle Crisp.
5. ...your favorite thing to do after school? Play outside with my Barbies. No wonder their hair was always really tangled....
