Friday: I had a feeling Friday would be a shaky day, but it still went by alright. School was alright. Didn’t completely fail my AP Psychology test, owned up my calculus review test, and APUSH was pretty chill. Afterwards there was a Fall Rally meeting, got that over with, then hung out with Adrian and Ada for some last minute shopping. We could hardly find anything, but we sure saw a lot of other last minute Fall Rally shoppers, hah. Went to all these places, met up with Jessica/Brendan/Justin, ate at In-n-Out, packed our things, and Adrian and I headed over to Conrad’s for a pre-FRN sleepover. Didn’t do much but talk and hang, and I felt like I was getting sick. Yuck.
Saturday: Early up, got ready, went to school. Ada picked me up to go get breakfast (goodness I love her) then we went back. Had some “cheer training” and roll calls then went on to the bus. Back of the bus party, yay-yuh. Got there, and it took a while to get our tickets. 7 South already got into three spirit battles at the front gate which was pretty crazy. I could feel the energy as others yelled, “Hey Key Clubbers, how do you feel!?” We finally got into the ampitheatre, and it was an amazing feeling hearing everyone cheering their hearts out. Unfortunately 7 South was further back this year since no one knew the gates were open. To be honest, I didn’t enjoy this year’s rally as much as last year’s. Everything seemed so rushed, bidding was only intense for a couple of LTGs, everyone was confused about the cheers, I watched as people sat and chattered instead of paying attention, there was only one round for spirit, and there were no spirit battles whatsoever. I could go on and toss in another extra two cents, but I’ll stop at that. I went on rides afterwards with some people. A few thoughts crossed my mind, but I won’t get into that. The roller coasters were fun, and I enjoyed seeing some old friends. I surely didn’t experience FRN the way I thought I would this year, but overall it was fun. Slept all the way home, went to McD with Ada/Adrian, chilled at Conrad’s for a bit, then went home. KO’d all the way.
Sunday: Lazy, lazy day. Slept in, watched my Asian drama, slept some more, ate, did some homework, packed.
Say hello to week two of term two. Only six(?) more to go. Moving next to Franklin on Wednesday. Awake-a-thon on Friday. Holy smokes time is going by way too fast.
I’ve (finally) started packing my things, and it feels kind of weird to do so. I’m filled with excitement, yet I’m nervous because I’ve (technically) never moved before. Don’t ask about the technical part, it’s a long story. I know I’m not moving anywhere far away, but still. I’ve got a whole lot of stuff to pack still, and I’m already moving this week. I think I’m moving on Wednesday, but I’m still unsure. I just finished packing up all my books and binders/papers from previous years, but that hasn’t even made a dent in what I still have yet to pack. Guess I’ll just take this operation nice and slow. It’s a little fun too because I get to take a small trip down memory lane.
(In no way am I trying to degrade or offend Anthony Chen because he’s pretty darn smart himself.) Goodness. It’s only been three days into the term and I already feel pretty tired. It’s probably my fault. I can do better. I need to get focused and start homework earlier. Jamie, stop getting distracted. With the way I’m working, I’m hardly even finishing my work. I feel like after two months of this I’m going to kill myself, ugh. My schedule sucks. AP Psych, AP Cal, APUSH. Why did I take these classes? I can’t wait ‘til season’s over. At least today is our last home game, woop woop. It doesn’t help that everything is piled on this week. Jamie do this, Jamie do that. Homework, packing my things to get ready to move next week (wow), and misc. work. I’m only at number one so far, and that’s already taking up enough of my time.
Game plan: Go home, start homework. Leave computer off. Finish homework by 10 everyday.
- Get through the last two games of the tennis season
- Tackle my term two classes head on
- Prepare for Fall Rally
- End the weekend knowing that I had the time of my life at FRN 2010
- Pack all of my belongings one by one
- Get organized
- Accomplish something.
New week, new term, new mentality. Preparing for a hard two months, preparing to be a social loser. Hello daily library visits.
A part of me lacks the energy and motivation to continue on studying for my finals. Sad thing is that I’m only half an hour in to the sleepless night awaiting me. Like I’ve said, a part of me is beginning to not care about school. Maybe I need a big slap on the face, the realization that I need school to get by, that a good education will get me to big places. Funny thing is that while I type that, I begin to laugh in my head and think: Bullshit. Finals are the next two days, and I honestly feel like I haven’t learned a thing. Okay, okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. I learned a bit about literary movements and that F=ma but that’s probably about it. Part of it is my fault; I should pay attention more in class and probably care a bit more. What’s the point of taking these hard classes? I hate the work, sometimes I love the atmosphere. Sometimes I hate it, sometimes I just hate the people I have to work with in regular classes. Contradictions, contradictions. Never satisfied. I’m a complete hypocrite. I know if I started slipping, my life would become hell.
I’ve recently been wondering what’s the point of going to the UC’s if you can get the same education here. Alright, it’s an experience. I don’t know. I found myself asking Jonathan this question:
Me: You know, I read an article recently about why going to a community college is better.
Jonny: Bet it had to do with financial stuff.
Me: Well, yeah, that and because you learn the same stuff and the teachers are just the same.
Jonny: Hm.. Yeah..
Me: It’s just for the name isn’t it? To be able to say you went there? It’s like brand names, isn’t it?
Jonny: Yeah. It’s like if you would rather buy this black v-neck at a Nike store or buy a regular old black v-neck at the store? We both know we’ll be buying from Nike.
Back to “studying”.
Shoot me now! Sharon was completely right when she said, “De Luca will take away all of the motivation you ever had with Hanf.”
edit: Screw you, De Luca, I enjoy fragments, thank you very much!
Goodness, I miss Hanf’s class. He didn’t give a crap about the MYPAS, for goodness sakes that man RIPPED the test in previous years. The year I had him, he told us to just fill in random bubbles and get it over with. I have a feeling I won’t do too well on tomorrow’s MYPAS. District tests are dumb, and I haven’t learned squat in De Luca’s. I’d very much rather be learning something and have a lot of work to do rather than not learning a thing and having hardly any work to do. Plus, having no work equals less mistakes can be made, and it’s harder to get a better grade. I guess you can say De Luca’s class is “easy”, but I’m sure not understanding how people in previous years have mostly passed with an A. Oh well, I’m beginning to really not care anymore. All that people talk about nowadays are SATs, college, applications, blah, blah, blah. Shut up for once, please. Honestly, I’m beginning to not care which is probably a terrible thing.