Name Street USA: Lindsay (Lindsey)
origin: Old English
meaning: from the linden-tree island
motivation: motivated by those close to her
character: is forthright and honest
feelings: is a person who takes life as it comes
intelligence: an ability to comprehend
spiritual: is happy with her beliefs
nature: is caring and considerate
inherent: takes advantage of opportunities
I like that. I find it so interesting that people live up to the chracteristics of their names and astrological signs without meaning to. Fate at its most powerful.
More essay review with Mrs. Anderson this morning. I got another 5. It seems like I had some good parts to my essays, and I answered the question, but I had no insight. It is actually possible to draw the exact
wrong conclusion of the author's position (or whatever the question asks you to figure out), but to do it so well that you get a 7. I'd almost prefer that to my current position: understanding, but not really "getting it". Another 5, and I think I'll just barely have a 3. Of course, I won't know until Monday morning. The day before the exam. I understand that Mrs. Anderson had a lot of essays to sift through and score, and that she's taking care of her mother, but I think I'm entitled to that bit of selfishness. I want to do well on the exam (which is why I'm going to bed relatively early tonight; I want to get my sleep pattern back in sync with my awake-time), and knowing how to handle the essay section will help a lot.
More battlebot competitions in third period. Our record is now 7-3. I think. I just like to watch, really. There was a tech ed teacher from DuVal (or maybe Gwynn Park) visiting Mr. Avondet today. He was really impressed with our robot. I truthfully told him that I only made the wedge part on the front. The gear train is all Mark. Despite the... weirdness of it, it worked out well. If, like today, our opponent manages to get
under the wedge instead of sliding up
onto it, ours is too heavy to be pushed out of the ring. It's a beneficial design flaw. (Ooh. Oxymoron.) It's nice to be praised like that every now and then, especially in an area where you don't naturally excel (for me, engineering). We're building power supplies now. Mine is coming along
very slowly, but I'm doing the whole thing on my own (no help from Mark or Will... yet), so that's to be expected. If it works, I will be ecstatic. [If Mark's guestbook entry confused you like it did me, he was talking about the collapsing chair from the Symposium on Wednesday.]
My gym teacher was out again today, so we went out on the track and just walked around to avoid having to do actual stuff. The Aarons stayed in and played basketball with Coach Carpenter's class, so our laps didn't count, but that's okay. I walked with some freshmen, Alicia and Godslove. Yes, that is her real name. It's "God is love" without the "I". We got to talking about our names, and she explained hers. (I've wondered, but never thought to ask.) She said her mother had her two older brothers, but she desperately wanted a girl. So, she prayed for a daughter, and promised to name her "Godslove". She got her, and followed through on her promise. Cool story, huh?
I was named after Lindsay Wagner, the actress that played the Bionic Woman. Nothing remotely spiritual about that. I like my name. It's just that people can never seem to remember it. This one guy called me Melissa this morning.
Melissa? Most people go for Ashley first. Apparently, I look like an Ashley. When I tell them that's not it, they ask what letter it starts with, and then pick Leslie. Always Leslie, never Laura or Lisa or even Linda. Once I got Jessica. That was odd, too.
Dr. J's test was painless. I flubbed a few times, but he pointed them out to me like always. If he hadn't, I'd have still gotten a 90, which is perfectly reasonable since it was open-notes. Greg and Anna showed up halfway through to finish theirs. I kinda just tuned them out, though, like I do with the rest of the class. Really, is it
that hard to shut up while there are people taking a test? I wonder what the final will be like. I only know two people that are taking the AP Physics exam, so most of us will have to take the final. I stopped trying to
really understand around Chapter 8 or so. Not good.
I finished reading
Cyrano de Bergerac (Edmond Rostand) yesterday. I almost didn't want to give it back to Mrs. Anderson. (Don't give me that look. I would have bought it from her.) Another check on
the College Board 101 Great Books List, and #89 on my personal list. It was wonderful. It had a good ending, though it was a tiny bit ambiguous. I loved the characterization: Cyrano as the ugly, perfect man; Roxane as the beautiful, slightly superficial woman; and Christian as the dumb, hot guy. It was a classic without the classical-ness, if that makes any sense. I understood it as I read it, instead of after reading, and rereading, and thinking. I'd read it again just for fun.
Sloppy Firsts went back to the library today. I wanted to keep it. I meant to post some excerpts in my uJ. Maybe that's a sign that I should buy it. I should have done that in the first place. I have to order the next few
Fearless books from Amazon, since Borders only has the mostly-useless double editions and refuses to order it for me. Might as well get some more and qualify for free shipping.
Very sleepy now. Have rambled more than enough for one night. ZzZzzzzZ.
