Monday, September 27, 2010

Field Hockey Wins! Glee! Asian Camp! Awkward Situations! Epidemics! ANALOGIESSSS!

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Last week was pretty intense. In addition to two field hockey games two days in a row (which we won 1-0 v. Agincourt and 2-0 v. West Hill, thanks to our top scorer Mily Chen!!), the new season of Glee started (the first episode of which provided Colin and I with material for a legendary argument), the Ontario Universities Fair had a fantastic start, I finished that annoying analogy essay with seven minutes to spare, there was a cold epidemic with an epic Tree of Blame.


FIELD HOCKEY is deadly.
The first two practices were inches away from hell... but now I have an excuse to spend an hour at the new Timmy's having Girly Girly Gossipfests with my girls. And we're so much more in shape now! Nothing gets your legs going like the competitiveness on the field. Plus, the two wins top of the season helps boost morale too!

Agincourt was a learning team, so it was nice to see how our mostly-learning team played against them. West Hill was... very competitive. They were kind of ferocious, haha. And major kudos to those girls who got hurt but kept playing like champs!


GLEE! Brings me such glee!
Oh my goodness, I loved how they talked about Asian camp--it actually exists. All us Asians from 8 to 18 gather together and do lots of Asiany things: including traditional Chinese calligraphy and arts & crafts; traditional Chinese yo-yos; Chinese spinning tops; shuttlecock; jump-rope tricks; traditional dances, often incorporating fans, ribbons, and parasols; an end-of-the-week camp extravaganza featuring 12-year-olds dancing with swords... ironically, the only non-Asian thing there was the cafeteria food!


LEGENDARY ARGUMENTS
If you know me and/or Colin well enough you'll have heard of or been witness to one of our legendarily heated arguments about really petty things. (I think we're both OCD and love to be right.) Anyway, our most recent L.A. was about Rachel Berry's increasing skankiness. He argued that the writers made her slutty all of a sudden and he didn't like the direction they were taking her. I argued that she was always an "attention whore" so the uh... gradual disappearance of the first part of that title was bound to happen, especially with the attention she's gotten since joining Glee Club both on- and off-stage. We started at 9:00. We ended at 9:40. And about halfway through, we actually forgot what we were arguing about:

maggie. IMPROVE YOUR YEARBOOK says (9:26 PM): Wait. What on earth is this
argument about?
xD
I forgot halfway through.
Colin says (9:26 PM): I don't really know...

Anyway this was our conclusion: Rachel's attitude and evolution from fashionably-challenged and seemingly innocent to brash and almost wanton in appearance were all external manifestations of her internal insecurities. She has progressed from a type of awkward insecurity in which she covered everything up to a more open insecurity where she openly welcomes any kind of attention to reassure herself that she is valuable.

Agree? Disagree? Think we're ridiculous for spending 40 minutes arguing something like that? (I agree...)


OUF-BOY and BUTT-BOY
At the Ontario Universities Fair the morning before Shifa's birthday:
[1] OUF-boy
Patricia complains about how difficult University will be and how her future may already be in tatters.
Maggie: "Maybe you should just be a trophy wife."
P: "Good idea! In that case, all I have to do is stick with Jasun--his family's rich and he's gonna be a lawyer."
M: "Unless he gets a hot secretary..."
Colin: "I hope you're up for threesomes."
*Guy in front looks back at the THREE of us*

[2] Butt-boy
Patricia is midway between a dramatic, expressive exclamation about how she's fed up with all this University drama. As she lifts her hands to gesticulate, she pushes forward underhand and grabs a random boy's buttock. Quite firmly. The funniest thing was that he didn't even react. As if he got that kind of attention all the time....


BIRTHDAY BLOG SURPRISE
So this is where the Analogy Essay is supposed to go according to my introduction. But insteaad, I'd like to take the time to wish a FIRCKIN AWESOME belated happy birthday to my BESTEST BUDDIES and FIELD HOCKEY SISTERS, SHIFA ABBAS and CHRISTINA SPINELLI.

Happy birthday, girls! I hope you both had FANTASTIC times (and I know you both did ;D ) and that you both LOVE your gifts! (One's future-tense, one's present-tense :P)


THE COLD EPIDEMIC
Oh my goodness, EVERYONE is getting sick! It started two weeks ago when Terence first got sick. And then Mily, I and some others also got sick. And then that just snowballed until nearly everyone was sick! During the math test, there was pretty much a sniffle or cough every ten seconds. It was enormous.

And then, fingers were pointed and witches were hung. Who started the epidemic? Suggest your blame trees below!


THE MENAGERIE
And, lastly, that deadly essay. Is it just me or is coming up with a lengthy analogy rather tricky? I had the hardest time trying to get everything to flow together. Mine was about the most annoying emotions that are hard to control vs. personized animals in a personal menagerie.

A couple shout-outs to some of the best analogies I've read, though!

Ashwin Baskaran -- Prejudice vs. a Wall that protects? Or imprisons?
Terence Ho -- Parliament vs. a Farmyard in which hens peck at political issues without accomplishing much of anything
Patricia D'Silva -- Fashion & Media vs. a God that twists little girls' minds and tortures them with the demons of Anorexia and Bulimia
Colin Gallinger -- Political Parties vs. Packs of Wolves warring for One More Tree!
Mily Chen -- Life and Motivation vs. Rowing a Boat on the Sea: some days the tide is with you, other days it's against you but either way, you've gotta row to get where you want to go.

Monday, September 20, 2010

OPEN CALL for Yearbook Design Assistants!!

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WANNA MAKE YOUR YEARBOOK MEMORABLE AND AWESOME-LOOKING?

Details below, folks! (OR, click here for a high-resolution printable PDF file.)


Graphic Advisors: You'll be previewing the Yearbook to check for design mistakes and other details


Graphic Designers: You'll be creating designs to decorate our Yearbook with. Digital artists only, please!


Why would we want people to help with Graphic Design? There are a few reasons:
  1. There are about 140 pages in the Yearbook. Most of the time, these pages are not cohesive and, as a result, look really unprofessional. It is realistically impossible for two people to go through every page and check for design flaws on top of regular course loads and other extra-curriculars.
  2. You people are brilliant. The more minds = better product. The more Feedback we can get on the Yearbook before it gets out, the more we can improve it.
  3. We aren't pure-Photoshop experts. Yes, we love arts and crafts and we like to format and design things but at the end of the day, we are only mixed media artists. We can't use just Photoshop to create magnificent Text Art and other graphics from scratch.
  4. The Yearbook needs people to make it cohesive. I know there are people who just can't stand the look of something unprofessional. I bet some pages in the Yearbook just grind your gears. So make it better. Make it awesome. Join us.


Saturday, September 18, 2010

「守株待兔」 or, "Carpe diem."

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Like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car--
A scary conversation, shut my eyes, can't find the brake--
What if they say that you're a cloner?
Naturally, I'm worried if I do it alone...
Who really cares 'cause it's your life
You never know; it could be great.
Take a chance 'cause you might grow.
Oh, ah, oh

What you waiting--
What you waiting--
What you waiting--
What you waiting--
What you waiting for?


--"What You Waiting For?" - Gwen Stefani

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I feel like Science Fiction is a most depressing genre of books because it's written so realistically that romantic endings are rare. It reminds you how sad and insignificant your life is--and how unfair life is in general.

Momentary emotional stormcloud aside, let's talk about the end of this week.

This evening's List: HOMEWORK.

MATH: Study for the test by doing questions from the Handbook.
ENG: Write a rough copy analogy essay. Pretend to read Fifth Business. Don a gorilla costume and forget English exists for a full five minutes.
ART: Do sketch.
BIO: Say I did the worksheets and don't.
CHEM: Do some of the worksheets.
CHINESE: Check out the CD-ROM, do the homework, be a good little girl.

There's really not much more to blog about.

Life has been the same, pretty much. Went out for lunch today. Congee Wong. Good food, good pricing, amazingly quick service. If all Chinese restaurants were animals, all of them would be tortoises and Congee Wong would be a hare.

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Let's finish with a nice Chinese maxim/fable: 「守株待兔」 (shǒu zhū dài tù) or, "Guarding a treestump to wait on a rabbit." Okay, so maybe it sounds weird when translated... but the story behind it is really quite meaningful.

Once upon a time, there was a farmer. On his farm, near his fields, was once a great tree. All that was left of it was an enormous stump, hidden by surrounding weeds and tall grass.

One morning, he tending to his fields when, all of a sudden, a rabbit rushed by him. It seemed to be in a frantic rush and did not see the tree stump hidden behind the tall weeds. To the farmer's astonishment, the rabbit ran straight into the tree stump and broke its spine. Overjoyed at his luck, the farmer dropped his tools and went to pick up the rabbit and bring it home. That night, he had a rich rabbit stew for dinner.

From that day onwards, the farmer did not go to tend his fields. Instead, he settled himself among the tall grasses near the great tree stump and waited there for another rabbit to run into the tree stump. However, as days and soon weeks went by, not only did no rabbit run towards the tree stump but none of the farm's surround rabbits could be seen; the farmer's neglect towards his fields had allowed his crops to die and no animal would come by to find food.

The farmer's foolish hope for another windfall had doomed him. His greed and laziness became his downfall.


Moral of this story? I know you smart ones wouldn't sit around and wait for everything to be placed in your lap. But one mustn't give up hope in one's own abilities either. Every talent is worth using.

So whatcha waiting for?

Seize the day and make it yours.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Nine to Five

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Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen;
pour myself a cup of ambition,
and yawn, and stretch, and try to come to life.
Jump in the shower, and the blood starts pumping;
out on the street, the traffic starts jumping,
with folks like me on the job from nine to five.


--"Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton



0900 Weeks have turned back to that old 9am-to-5pm routine.

1000 Days blur together, with the exception of Days 1, 2, 3, and 4. No days end in "Y" anymore.

1100 Spares mean working so there's less work to do later.

1200 After school is put aside for extra-curriculars. Lunches are used to maximize productivity--sometimes. Friday Night is Oriental learning time.

1300 Library books pile up as they are neglected in favour of textbooks, WikiPedia, and English required reading.

1400 Getting home means time to wash. Sleep. Study. Eat. Study. Sleep.

1500 There's a pattern somewhere. Clocks tick. Birds chrip. People walk. Something's turning.

1600 Music is getting repetitive. Suggestions?

1700 Social potential. Emotional potential. Mental potential. Physical potential. It's in you to give.

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Today, I knew what it felt like to be dressed in casual all-black with too much smudged liner, a funky drawing on my face, and my vision further blurred by a curtain of hair. The photographer was funny, though.

Today, I woke up at 8.04 am because I forgot to sleep extra last night.

Today, I realized I've lost my calculator and my glasses.

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Everybody's working nine-to-five, so let's dress to the nines tomorrow and let the good times roll from till the clocks strike five. Everyone should take a moment to stop caring.

--Sleepasawrus.



They let you dream just to watch them shatter;
You're just a step on the boss man's ladder,
But you've got dreams he'll never take away.
In the same boat with a lot of your friends;
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in,
And the tide's gonna turn, and it's all gonna roll your way.


--"Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Zombie Mom, field hockey, and curvaceous boys. + ChinaDaily Dating Article [Republished]

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Hello, Public Eye.

After a three-day stint of procrastination, I am back! (In case anyone cared.)

Today's blog: Weekend Recap featuring curvaceous boys, Monday Recap featuring zombies and field hockey, and an interesting article on gender issues, East-vs-West perspectives, and the dating game. It's a ChinaDaily piece focused on Chinese women (guess who can relate?) that still offers a unique perspective on the contemporary dating scene.

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Woah-oh-oh
(Well, alright)
It's okay.
(It's okay.)

We all get the slip sometimes everyday
I'll just keep it to myself in the sun, in the sun


--"In the Sun" by She and Him

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Weekend Recap

Guess whose measurements these are!

1. 27-23-27
2. 34-28-38

Guessed? Fantastic. Results will be revealed below.

This weekend was spent doing minimal homework and mostly sitting home doing unproductive things. Oh jeez. I should have blogged earlier because then I'd remember what happened this weekend xD

Oh yes! Kathleen spent our weekend cheating the system of a certain games website to gain a kind of VIP admittance. Our associate, Stephen C. figured out that you could level for multiple accounts at the same time. And then Kathleen discovered the magic of a certain game that'll get your character to Level 5 in one play. So we all got to VIP in a fraction of the time. Yessssssss 8D

Additionally, there were discussions about disproportionate bodies, disproportionate body parts, and the ah... originality of boys with curves.... (WARNING: Photo not work-safe....)

And on that note--here are the answers to the above! Measurements #1 belong to Sharven. Yes, he's so skinny that his ribcage and hipbones actively beat his waist by 4 inches. I bet supermodels use pictures of him for Thinspiration.

Measurements #2 belong to our own dear, gorgeous Lina. I mean Colin. :P
That boy has a heck of a bum. And apparently, it's "perfectly sculpted", too.

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Monday Recap

There was a traffic accident at Ellesmere & Markham--someone got hit by a car, I think? So they closed down Markham from Brimorton to Progressa and Ellesmere from Scarborough Golf Club to... some other street.

Anyway, walking that extra block to school was kind of interesting, especially with no cars driving about. Oddly enough, the first thought that occurred to me when I entered this new vehicle-less world was Zombie apocalypse. No lie. Somehow, I equate all abandoned towns with zombies. I blame a summer of Resident Evil and I Am Legend. And... other zombie stuff. Zombie phase.

Additionally, last night I dreamed my mom turned into a zombie and tried to eat my family. Trust me, you do not know how hard it is to kill your mom when she's a zombie until you try to. In the end, my dad ran off to fight more zombies and my mom ate my brother. Not a fun dream, at all. However, it was much more psychologically-interesting than the giant flaming baby skeletons dream. Or the flying pogo stick race across the ocean dream.

Also, I'm thinking of going into Psychology.

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But I digress. Math was as usual--we covered Chapter 1.3 and we have a test next Thursday. Biology was Biology--now we know what tonicity is! Also, Christina has issues using calculators. "Christina, multiply by -1, multiply by -1, multiply by -1, TURN YOUR CALCULATOR ON." Chemistry was awesome. We learned about CARBOHYDRATES. Oh yeah, mm... alkanes and alkenes.

Lastly, I was productive during my spare and worked with Agent Poodlepup on Operation Mockingbird Caboose, completing another arc of the Projected Timeline and developing a Creative Analogy. Yearbook mini-meetings are okay too.

Finally, field hockey was uber exciting, especially because this year, the DIVALICIOUS SHIFA ABBAS and SEXTACULAR CATHERINE AMBURGEY have decided to join us! You girls are going to make a pair of fantastic goalies and you'll see just how much fun field hockey is. :)

I think I should make a mental note that field hockey tryout #1 hurt exceptionally less than last year, possibly due to my frantic exercise stint before they started. I also fervently thank God for Tofu Snack Boxes. Silken tofu. Protein. Low in sugar, high in health.

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Dating: a tricky game for Chinese university women
( 2003-08-27 11:42) (Women of China)


Women the world over can attest to the difficulties of dating, but for Chinese university women, landing the right guy can involve a particularly tricky game.

Most Chinese university women can agree on one thing: Dating is difficult. From finding a date to stealing time away from classmates, dating takes work. In the university-dating world, women must navigate between their high expectations of personal success and independence and traditional Chinese relationships. They must steer between romantic dreams of "Prince Charming" and the practicalities of money and compatibility.

Unlike most of their Western counterparts, who start honing their dating skills as early as middle school, Chinese youngsters receive little practice in puppy love. In general, Chinese parents disapprove of dating in senior school, preferring their children spend their free time buried in their books-not immersed in turbulent adolescent relationships.

"We wanted to start relationships in senior school, but our parents said no," said 19-year-old Zhang Yao. Young students nervy enough to begin dating in senior school are often pressured by their parents and teachers to end their relationships. As a result, most Chinese women enter the university dating game as rookies.

For Chinese university women, the first dating difficulty is finding men who meet their standards. Many university women believe even highly educated men fear independent and accomplished women. Historically, Chinese women have been the more dependent and compliant halves of romantic relationships. "Boys like girls to be dependent on them, so they can be heroes. In most cases, men want women to be lower than them. But that doesn't mean they don't love their women. This is based on historical reasons," said 26-year-old Qu Hongyan.

Hardly dependent or compliant, women successful in academia and/or business are likely to scare away more traditional Chinese men. It has been said there are three kinds of people in the world: Men, women, and women with PhDs-meaning highly educated women exist outside mainstream society.

Typically, the only men interested in them are even more educated and successful. Twenty-two-year-old Li Yingying explained: "If you are smarter or have a higher status, men can't pursue you, even if they are in love with you. For example, girls with master's degrees can only date men with master's degrees."

Some women resign themselves to the fact they must downplay their successes in order to attract men. Others are indignant, saying they will never date a man who looks down on them, or become dependent on a boyfriend. But determining how a potential beau feels about a female's success can be tricky. Twenty-one-year-old Zhao Ping, who lives with her boyfriend on the weekends, noted: "At first, my boyfriend said he loved me because I was independent and confident. But now that I am his girlfriend, he wants me to be more dependent on him."

Some Chinese women suspect even men who advocate sexual equality prefer the traditional ideal of acquiescent and reliant women. "Men really want women to surrender to them, but they can't express this thought out loud. Boyfriends and husbands are totally different. As a girlfriend, you don't belong to him yet, and he will be very careful to keep you," said 24-year-old Luan Xuefei, a young woman who plans to be especially savvy when sizing up possible suitors.

Perhaps the most difficult aspect of courtship for Chinese women is the lack of opportunities for casual dating. Conventionally, Chinese women are discouraged from playing the field. In fact, a Chinese woman who even superficially dates more than a few men may soon be branded as untraditional, brash, or even promiscuous. "If a girl dates two boys, she steps on two boats. People think girls who date around are unreliable and untrustworthy," noted 18-year-old Chen Yi'an. Thus, it's not surprising most Chinese women eschew casual dating and opt for only a few serious dating relationships before getting married.

Not all university women confine themselves to this version of monogamy when dating. Once in college, a rebellious few change boyfriends frequently and disregard any ensuing gossip. Li Yingying wants to date many boys before settling into a serious relationship. "I don't care if people talk badly about me. I think it's just my private business," she confided.

In the West, university women commonly see many men casually, using dating to refine their version of the perfect man. Traditionally, Chinese women don't have the option of using this trial-and-error dating method. As a result, one of the most difficult parts of dating may be deciding on whom to date, as Qu Hongyan believes. Once a girl begins dating a particular man, the relationship may fast become serious or even binding. It is often difficult for women to change their minds and begin dating other men.

Compounding this dilemma is the fact apprehensiveness and traditions tend to deter Chinese women from asking men for dates. Instead, they rely on flirting and dropping hints. Luan Xuefei explained: "I am a proud girl. I won't ask a man on a first date because I am afraid he will refuse." Qu Hongyan demonstrated her fear of rejection by pulling her body into a tight ball. Reluctant to brazenly pursue their love interests, to some extent, university women rely on chance to steer their romantic courses. For these women, dating is clearly an imperfect system.

Even after the onerous task of pairing up with the right man, dating in universities can be problematic. If they have money, they may find a degree of privacy at restaurants or entertainment at discos. But such activities generally prove to be too expensive and couples are forced to look elsewhere for refuge from the university crowds. Dorm rooms are usually not an option as eight students are commonly squeezed into a single closet-sized room. During summer, university couples can be seen holding hands and strolling around the school's racetrack or nuzzling on the library steps. But in the cold winter months, couples must find some privacy indoors. Zhang Yao remarked: "American couples drink and dance together. But in China, we study together."

In search of a degree of privacy, couples may head to university classes. It's rare to find an empty classroom on these crowded campuses, but couples can often be spotted whispering in the dark corners. Twenty-year-old Cao Lei admitted: "Only a few couples actually go to classrooms to study. Many bring books, but never open them. They just talk and stare at each other." Needless to say, university students drool in envy at the lucky couple who get to spend some semi-private hours on a train en route to a family's home.

The difficulties of university dating drive some Chinese women to disillusionment. Already cynical at age 18, Chen Yi'An doubts she will ever find a man who makes her happy. Li Yingying has given up her dream of falling in love at first sight, and now chooses her boyfriends for practical reasons. Some university women have even settled for money over romance, taking advantage of the fact their boyfriends often treat them to meals, clothes and other gifts. Behind their backs, some women refer to their boyfriends as fan ka, which are the cards students use to buy meals on campus. Others, like Luan Xuefei, vow to stick to their standards, despite the unfortunate consequences. "I'm a perfectionist in love. That's probably why I don't date much."

For busy Chinese university women, earning their master's degrees is their main goal. But everyone also wants to be part of a love story, and dating remains the topic of conversation in many dorms. Women the world over can attest to the difficulties of dating, but for Chinese university women, landing the right guy can involve a particularly tricky game.


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Friday, September 10, 2010

Laugh with me

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No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God
When they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God
When it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from the party yet

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God could be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

-- Laughing With by Regina Spektor

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Cool beans, folks. I feel like, after going through the ringer three years, stuff is starting to mellow out. Hormones are finally leveling out, people are calming down, we've gotten used to the Schedule, and I guess we're just starting to be thankful for our lot.

We're part of the richest 5% of the world, we have the opportunity for post-secondary education in one of the most prosperous cities in the world, we can go almost anywhere we want, we can give our time and money to the needy to relieve our consciences, we live in a rather contemporary and more accepting era than yesteryear, and we've got decades of freedom and opportunity laid out in front of us.

We're a lucky generation.

Beyond the retrospective reflection, I'd have to say that part of this calmness might stem from [1] the end of Grade 11--a scary, scary transitioning time--and [2] exercise. I know I'm going to die if I even attempt field hockey before exercising the days beforehand. So I've been running twice a week over the last month of summer and every couple days now. More importantly, it makes you feel fantastic. I like to think the chemicals released when you stretch muscles and work your lungs is your body's way of rewarding you for keeping it in shape. Because I know that right now, I feel like the opposite of PMS--and it's beautiful, ladies and gentlemen.

As for the rest of today...

Math was as usual. We covered 1.2 of Advanced Functions, involving factorials, more polynomial functions, finite differences, and how they all tie in to geometric series.

English was funstuffs. Watched us some CSI. I can't believe the writers: "People don't vanish, Jim. It's a molecular impossibility." I'm sorry, but no matter how much you try to make such a cheesy line sound cool, it will only be a guy throwing out long words to try to seem smarter. Likewise: "Looks like she had a change of plans. Or someone changed it for her." Why? Why would you unceremoniously crap on English like that?

Society Challenge and Change. Or Individual and Family Living. Or... something along those lines. Family studies, business-as-usual, and TERRIBLY TEDIOUS.

Art. Yay! Drawing manly-looking Greek goddesses and celebrities!

And, finally, plans for the weekend, summarized with one word: Soulpepper. Most likely, I will be going down to the Young Centre for the Performing Arts to see a play, making good use of my Youth VIP Get $80 Seats for Free card before the school year really starts running.

That's about it... I'll put up a recipe or some animology quiz soon. Keep on the look-out if you want to make use of those tortillas/chicken breasts and/or find out if you're a Teal Cat or Pink Sloth!


Stay fabulous!
-Magstar


Mamma mia, here I go again.
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I've missed you.


--Mamma Mia by ABBA

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Magasawrus vs. The Tough Cookie

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In which many complaints stem from the fact that courses are so freakin difficult to get straight. I've changed my courses officially four times now and unofficially at least 30. I cannot take Writer's Craft, Drama, Theatre Production, Media Arts, or any other such engaging and creative courses due to Gifted scheduling. Yeah, it's certainly a tough cookie to crumble.

Went to Guidance and got my schedule changed today! Hip-hip-hooray! At least for now. God, schedule changes can be pretty close to Hell. It's more threatening than high school, twice as complicated, and very likely to blow up in your face. Why? Because [1] of testy counsellors, [2] scheduling this year was complete crap for Grade 12 Gifted students--or, really, anyone taking maths/sciences, and [3] there is abso-frogging-lutely NOTHING interesting available in Slot D (Day 1, Period 4).

You'll have the choice of Gifted Physics, Business Leadership, Families in a Diverse Society, Anthropology, History, or Food and Nutrition. First one's a pain; second one's lame; third one's boring; fourth one's frustrating; fifth one involves essays, low-80-grades, and sometimes-boringness; and sixth one I've already passed. If you can take the last one, DO IT. It's fun and you spend the last two weeks of it pretty much eating like a starved pig.

Anyway, I couldn't take Food and they stopped accepting TAs for Food, so I'm stuck in Family Studies. Grade 9 all over again. "Yayyyy." At least I'll learn about other cultures...?

On the Bright Side, I was able to get into Art with Grade 11 Media Arts as a sort-of substitute pre-req. And I have my Day 2/4 afternoon spare! (To work on Drama and Yearbook.... Well, at least I'll be occupied.)

As for the rest of today: Math was as usual--intellectually stimulating but still very understandable. I might actually pull off a 90. Please, God(s) of Academics, please. My now-gone second period spare was... *angry angry sad scary guidance oh no course changes why is it so difficult*

Lunch was Biz-as-Usual.

English was funstuffs, what with the Sub (Ms. Lamourie) gone for half the period and us goofing off and the blue 3rd-degree sheet and CSI! OMG does CSI always have such cheesy lines?! It's so... it's just not the same without the sunglasses, though.

And laaaaastly, CHEMISTRY WITH LOZON! He's a really funny teacher. Really puts you at ease--especially with those rumours of him read: hard} marker so we'll see how that turns out. Hopefully he does an amazing teaching job to make up for it.

That's about it for today. I highly doubt I'll be able to keep up this tiring stream of regular updates... but I'll try, I guess. Oh no. Chinese School kicks up next week. -sigh-

Toodle-loo, Interfolks.
Mags

Got a secret, can you keep it?
Swear you'll save.
Better lock it in your pocket,
Taking this one to the grave....

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Channel Your Chi!

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You can't stop a river 
As it rushes to the sea

You can try and stop the hands of time
But ya know it just can't be


You can't stop the beat, folks, and the toll of the schoolbell is calling y'all back. Yeah, you can't get out of it, no matter how hard you try.You can try to escape the clutches of waking up early, taking neat notes, and juggling fun courses with distasteful ones--but you know it just can't be. High school's a bit of a pain that way.

To the important things: my shed-jewel right now is kind of crappy, mainly because it contains Social Studies-like courses that I worked my butt off in just so I could get out of them when I passed them. I'm sure they're all interesting and stuff when I'm awake, alert, and unstressed-out, but considering the looks of this coming year, I'm also sure I'd be sleeping through them and waking up to a pop quiz or in-class essay from Hell.

Current Shed-jewel:
Day 1/3
1 - Gifted FUNCAL
Above: what high school is not like.
2 - Gifted World Issues
3 - University Biology
4 - World History from the 16th Century
Day 2/4
1 - Gifted FUNCAL
2 - [spare]
3 - Gifted English
4 - Gifted Chemistry

Hopeful Future Shed-jewel:
Day 1/3
1 - Gifted FUNCAL
2 - Gifted English
3 - Visual Art
4 - Food and Nutrition or Family Studies [something called Challenge and Change? :S]
Day 2/4
1 - Gifted FUNCAL
2 - Gifted Biology
3 - [spare]
4 - Gifted Chemistry

And now, to summarize my day! How fantabulously important this is! Firstly, I wish I could go back in time and super bitch slap my younger self. Oh, how vapid and foolish we were, with not a care about the world except for our Public Images. Geez, I feel a little stupid. But then, our brains were still developing so I can has excuse? :D

Secondly: Math was as math usually is, with Mo-ster being awesome and Gifted being Gifted. And loud. Thirty people, jeez louise, how are we supposed to get any work done? World Issues was interesting, the teacher was nice, it left us with stories to tell, but I just couldn't stay awake through it. Sorry, Ms. Johnson--I'm a terrible Humanities student. Biology was blah. It left me with one question: why are Academic classes so damn quiet? and why are Gifted classes SO DAMN LOUD?!?!

Also, Iliescu talks much slower. -- SHINY TOY GUNS BREAK:

We're gonna ride the racecars
We're gonna dance on fire
We're the girls Le Disko
SUPERSONIC OVERDRIVE!

--Aaaannnd we're back! -- Lastly, World History. Funnest class I had all day. Matheson is a funnybone. Seating plans suck. The Church is oddsicles. And, once again, I'm dropping a good course because I won't stay awake through it and likely won't get a "good enough" mark from it. Sadface for the Gifted Rat Race. =(

IN CONCLUSION: 
High school is challenging. High school is vapid. High school is "fun". High school is threatening. High school is HIGH. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO TALL. I'm sorry. I'm being a hypocrite and incredibly shallow. It's just that it both fascinates and scares me a little how tall everyone is. It's like I'm about to enter a forest of denim and skirts. Is that what University is like? The Forest of Denim and Skirts?

Nonetheless, I almost wish the time for acceptances would get here already so we can build Study Note Mountain, fret over fluorescent sheets of paper with numbers and lines on them, go to prom (? more on that later), "dance" like jello people undergoing seizures, get our caps and gowns, and get the heck out of Woburn.

Haha, if I was Superhighschooler, my weakness would be Woburnite. I made a punny.

I will go sleep now. As you could probably glean from this distractedly-written, slow-paced, snarky-and-lazy blogpost, I need to channel my chi into brain-building sleep and STOP USING SO MANY HYPHENS.

Good night, Blogosphere, and let us hope your high school years are/were not as dreadfully lame as mine are/were.

Signing off,
Magasawrus.
"Chocolate for most women is like catnip for most cats--freakin' ambrosia, mannn."