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March 29, 2002 on 10:28 pm | In Blogger |

I’m sorry I missed yesterday’s blog! I’ll do it right now, even if it’s not under the record as being posted on Thursday. I’m sorry, I’m sorry….

Friday, March 29, 2002

Well today I woke up and had to get some signatures for the Seal of Excellence in English, which was a lot of rushing. Then I went over to Ms Swick’s room and got the application for the Seal of Excellence in History. That one is almost laughable next to the one for English, really! I felt almost silly, filling it out, but then again I deserve credit for Mr Minor’s class, dammit!

I walked in late in Thatcher’s and realized I forgot my stock journal. He said I could turn it in today so long as it was before some time, but alas, I forgot to. Do I not care? No, I most definately care. I just…dunno. I’m too happy to really care about a silly stock journal. I’ll get it in, even if late, next time.

We spent the rest of Econ in the library, snore. It was all right, just…snore. You know? But while in Econ Emily told me that not only the page numbering in my lab report was borked, I was missing page 5. So I had to run home and grab it, then rush off to bio.

In bio we did some evolution stuff, it was neat-o. I also grabbed the Seal of Excellence form in Science (wow, I’m just up and down these forms today. Errk.).

It wasn’t that journalism was boring, it was more the fact that I just had nothing to do, so I did nothing. Jolly-holly ~_*

I walked home and went over to the mailbox, and I had four letters. One was an acceptance letter from Pitzer (more on that later), one was from the U of A asking if I’d be going there or not, one was from NAU yelling at me for missing a financial aid form, and one was from Fry’s Food and Drug Store.

Actually, I opened the one from Fry’s, first. Why? Well, in all honesty, I was rather curious. And I was laughing so hard at what it was. Last Winter Break I left a rather nasty note in the Suggestion Box telling them that their bathrooms were terrible. The manager wrote back saying how very sorry he was, and he gave me a $10 gift certificate good at any Fry’s! It was pretty funny.

Pitzer had the most amazing news for me. Not only did I get in, they’re giving me $32,000 in scholarship money out of a $37,000 tuition, so basically I’m getting a full-ride there! Awesome stuff. My mom was so happy…so was my dad. Well, so were a lot of people, to be honest. Because the thing was, I still prolly would have not been able to go to Claremont if the financial aid and stuff was bad, but with what I just got, not only is the institution affordable, it’s desirable compared to NAU’s financial aid report. So what I’m going to do is, April 19 we’re going there (both schools have orientation), and I’m just going to “shop around” and see which is the better deal…by then hopefully Scripps will have their financial aid report ready, too, though if it’s about the same as Pitzer, I have a feeling it’ll probably be Scripps. But, you never know, I might like Pitzer better when we go visit.

Before going to the AP English study session at 3p, I went around and told all the teachers who gave me recommendations about what Pitzer had to say (well, except Ms Close, who wasn’t in the room). They were all so happy—I of course was, too. Dreams do come true, you know. It’s just a matter of trying and reaching.

The AP study session was okay…lol I forgot how funny Stephanie can be. She made me laugh quite a few times last year while we were at the study sessions for AP US History, too. I think we drove Mr Minor nuts, but in the end I still did well on the test, and I guess in some sick way that’s what counts…as for Ms Caples’s AP Literature test, I think everyone in that class will do well, like they did last year, so we’ll be fine, just fine.

Not much happened after that, aside from the same old stuff. Deepinder got all over me for missing last night’s blog and now wants this one up…geez I’ve been at it for an hour, so you people better be happy I’ve been typing that long~

Well today is Good Friday. History says that Jesus died approx. 2,000 years ago today. Should I believe it? Yes. Not necessarily the followings of Jesus, but the historical aspects of today is just…phenominal. The Romans persecuted a young man, tortured him, forced him to bleed to death to the point where he only had a pint of blood left in him to carry a 200-lb stick of death up a hill, then nailed his wrists and feet to a cross, stabbed him, and left him there to die. Most men, because when crucified are not nailed but tied to a cross, die in 1-2, sometimes 3 days after being left there. Mercifully Jesus died in 3 hours.

Now, what happens after all this is the crux of any Christian religion. So, if they all believe the historical aspects of what happened to this man, why are they constantly at war with each other? Good Friday should be Good Friday, because historically that is why we celebrate the death of a single man. But, no one asked for a bureaucracy to make sense~

Thursday, March 28, 2002

What a rush! I still can’t believe how much work went into today…if I turn around and think about it, I might be sick again.

In Mr Hagen’s class Leeann spent most of the hour drawing a great caricature of our beloved math teacher…he thought it was so funny he left it up; I wonder if it’ll be there on Monday? Leeann also drew a little thermometer pointed at 30 degrees and wrote next to it, “Your weather report today: Slightly cloudy, chance of icicles in math class” (it was really cold in there). Mr Hagen also left that one up. I guess it’s the little things like that which amuse us.

In Astro-Philosophy, we were all so giddy with senioritis that the only thing we really did was draw a picture of the constellation Pegasus and then put little cartoons around it about drunken Greeks and severed horse heads. And Jessie wrote on the board in big letters, “AURON IS GOD,” naturally. Sabb thinks we play too much video games. But, we did have a lot of fun.

After that we went home. I went on AIM and was there when Sarah checked her status with Tufts…and didn’t get in. Oh, I felt terrible, probably worse than I felt when I didn’t get in at Pomona, because now in retrospect, I know the outcome of my story, but she still does not. And, I know she wanted it and was pretty sure she’d get in. She seems so down; it comes through in her subtle, usually happy-go-lucky personality. But, if I know Sarah, she’ll bounce back. When I didn’t get in Pomona, I was sort of in shock. What? They didn’t want me? Then I found out how much of a crap-shot those selective schools really are and didn’t feel so bad, because really, they’re not rejecting you so much as they’re rejecting your material. So essentially that material, which is so petty, is nothing more than scratches of paper.

After that depressing interlude it was off to bio for a study session on the AP test. I have a feeling I’m not going to do too well on that test (to get any AP credit at Scripps and Pitzer, you need a score of “4″ out of “5″ on the AP tests), but I don’t really care, because in some masochistic way I just want to learn as much as I can for bio so that in college I’ll be well-prepared and well-grounded, because Lord, I know I’ll be stuck in chemistry.

After the AP Bio study session I came home and wanted to crash at least for an hour, so I took a bath and studied vocab…then grabbed a can of Pepsi and was rolling over that Mendelian genetics lab (boo). That kept me up until about one in the morning. Which explains why I’m blogging now and not then~

One pet peeve of mine is people who do not try. I also hate Yoda’s phrase, “try not. Do or do not. There is no try.” Because, in my eyes, every great mind I’ve run into loves trying stuff. By stuff, I mean, they take risks, they experiment, they see what they like, and they on occasion acheive. Our family is always being accused of “getting everything,” but quite honestly, I see a lot more rejection in this household than anything else. The only thing is, achievements are much more noticable. And that fact is great! You see, this world is not that pessimistic, we simply view it that way.

What I am trying to say is, try. Take risks. I know it sounds trite, but it’s the ones who don’t try and then go and complain to anyone they can about how they didn’t succeed that end up depressed and lonely. That’s why I admire Sarah so much—she tried. Think of all the people who are going to Pima Community College or some other horror place all because they did not take risks, and it boggles the mind! So, try~