Thursday, November 27, 2003

Threat rating: Low. You are annoying, but too much
of a softy tree hugger to pose any threat to
the mighty machine of Republican progress. And
the FBI know where you live.

What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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I have to put this on here. I got the idea from Melissa's Blog, so all credit must be give to Melissa for this incredibly amusing site.

Friday, November 21, 2003

Quotes from class:

"This is FUN with a captial N!" -John W. in Adv. Alg II

"Listen to what I mean and not what I say." -Amy I. in Adv. Alg II

"The plumber is unclogging her life." Someone in Eng.

"I can't spin on my head." Kevin W. after I told him that I could spin on my head

"You know you prance when you run, right?" Cati B. after watching me at the bball game

"You should break dance and spin on your head at Open Mic Night! You would have to wear gangsta clothing, though, and you could even shave your head!!" -Kevin W.

"your my crazy monkey and that so kosherly rox my soxs." Mickella R.

"This is atomic time," Mr. Myer, holding up his phone, as he desperately tried to convince us that we still had three minutes until class ended.
"But here we go by Humble time, and Dr. Humble doesn't care about atomic crap."- Someone in my eng. class

Friday, November 14, 2003

"The best years of your life" are so quickly transforming into the years from hell. Your peers are watching your every move, listening to every word eminating from your mouth, judging how you dress, and who you are. The adults are pressuring you to do this, and be that, as they scrutinize every move you make.

You're caught between pleasing your peers, living up to the expectations of the adults around you, and trying to stay true to yourself.

It is one of the most emotionally draining and psychologically tormenting periods that people ever have to endure. Colleges are closely examining everything about you, teachers are constantly on your back to be better, peers are telling you to shrug it all off. Meanwhile, you spend hours completing tedious assignments and studying until all hours of the morning for tests, and your extra curricular activities take up all your other time. The sleep deficiency is beginning to break you down. But remember. . . THESE ARE THE BEST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE!

Yes, now that my tyraid is over, I must say that despite these constant ups and downs, I am finding myself more and more involved in school clubs and sports, and also more engaged in my studies. Everything is becoming more and more interesting. I never thought I would care about alien species, or covalent bonds, and I definitely never expected to think twice about the political problems in Argentina. Oh, and meningitis, that's one of those things I never thought about until class. I never second guessed any of the word choices of Voltaire or Victor Hugo, but I am beginning to see that there is soooo much more to life that thinking about the crappy situation we endure during our teenage years. And it truly does freak me out when I find myself surfing the web, looking for further information on the uneven distribution of food throughout the world's populations. But there is some pleasure in all of this, which definitely helps counter the constant criticism and scrutiny we put up with from everyone around us.

The choice truly is yours to make. These can really be the best years of your life, or they can be the years from hell.

Saturday, November 08, 2003

Disclaimer: a few days ago, I wrote that the original prom theme this year was The Thirties. Melissa, a member of the prom committee, informed me that this was incorrect info. So, I withdraw that statement, I heard that from a teacher (coughcoughmr.grundencough) and from quite a few seniors, but still, I was the one who published it. So to Melissa, and all the other people on the prom committee, I apologize for publishing my misinformation.

Friday, November 07, 2003

WOO-HOO! I was offered the opportunity to be manager of the basketball team. You see, I was absent the two weeks leading up to tryouts, the week of tryouts, and the week after tryouts, but I talked to the coach and she said that she would love it if I served as manager. This is definitely not as great as being on the team truly, but it is definitely the next best thing. (Oh, yes, Cati Barham, I AM NOT NOT NOT NOT "hopeless when it comes to basketball." SO THERE! j/k)

There is nothing new to report, but I have returned to school. I was out for roughly 20 days, (though my APES teacher, Mr. Boyer thought I was only out for 2 ----hmmmm. . . you figure that one out!) and I have SOOOOO much work to do! Lol. But they are really taking time to help me get caught up. Oh how I love my school.

I have a storybook due in AP Env. Sci. on Monday, and just got told that I was expected to do the assignment on Thursday, the day after I returned to school. Needless to say, if you know how to make figures pop up on a page, or other cool tangible aspects I can include in my "wetland story" then please please tell me how to do it. I also thought it might be cool to do a book that is HUGE. I mean like half-a-piece-of-posterboard huge, or I could do a regular size book. What do yall think??? I need to go study for chemisty.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

The paradox of our time in history is that
we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less,
we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families,
more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense,
more knowledge, but less judgment,
more experts, yet more problems,
more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much,
spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry,
stay up too late, get up too tired,
read too little, watch TV too much,
and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character,
steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,
fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
throwaway morality, one night stands,
and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

Hmmm. . .time for a change. I think I will change this world we are living in!!!!

"Gonna change the world, gonna make it right, gonna get down on my knees tonight.
Gonna change it all, gonna find a way, gonna start to CHANGE THE WORLD today.
When something is wrong, only we can turn it around. So give me your hand, my brother
and walk together, 'cause we've got a mountain to climb!" -S CLUB 7

Saturday, November 01, 2003

From the Cosby Show:
[Pam and Charmaigne, who is Pam's friend are studying for an American History Test]

Charmaigne: What are the three branches of government and what are their roles?

Pam: The legislative branch, and they make the laws. The judicial branch, and they interpret the laws, and the executive branch, and they-

Charlamaigne: break the laws.