F f O i R n E i V t E e R

~by infinitestory

That’s right, I’m back, and I’ve got one hell of a triple-stacked three-day unnecessarily large post for you guys (at least I hope it’s large.  Maybe not.)

I will divide this post by day, concluding on Wednesday which will be the #1 most eventful part of the post in my opinion.

First off we have

MONDAY

I started off Monday by once again failing to pay any sort of attention whatsoever during my first two periods just so I could go play more Urban Terror during School Meeting.

In fact, I did just that.  Almost, but not quite.

Within 5 minutes after I got to our school’s only allowed gaming zone (this is really funny, if you haven’t realized it yet), teachers flooded the room screaming “GO TO THE SCHOOL MEETING.”  Evidently, missing the entire senior class due to the senior trip was enough to reduce the AP count to a number that can have a school meeting.

So I went, expecting some important announcements.

Unsurprisingly, they had ONE ANNOUNCEMENT.  ONE.  That’s right, so few announcements I can count them with my noses.  One.  There, see?

This announcement was not even that big.  Seriously, it was all about Friday’s dress code.  Friday is the awards ceremony, which means awards this year will NOT take into account s2 finals and some class’ last quizzes.  This is good news for me at this moment (this IS foreshadowing).

Anyway, the boys seem to have some ridiculously strict dress code which details exactly what we have to wear down to what goes underneath the jacket.  Guess what the punishment for misdressing even by a single sock is?

Worse than ditching entirely, surprisingly.  I guess my school REALLY cares about its image more than it would about Armaggedon.  For missing a single element of the school’s repertoire of guidelines, students are given five hours of detention, to be carried out on a Saturday.

You can bet I’m going to dress properly.  I don’t want to lose 5 hours of Urban Terror and/or other screwing around.

So after that 5 minute interlude, they let us back out to go play Urban Terror.  Which is what I did.

Almost immediately after that, I nearly bombed two tests in a row, Theater Arts and Physics.  The Physics test was hard, but I was unable to gripe about how hard it was because a friend of mine managed to delay his test until Wednesday.  I hope that was legitimately done.  I don’t think I did too badly, though.  I’ll have to wait and see and cry and die (not those last two).

Period 4 Mandarin teacher was gone, so I had a free period.  Unfortunately, I had not scouted the territory beforehand, so I ended up picking a seat directly in front of the teacher.  Luckily, I think I impressed her by speaking in 3 languages, so that may have helped me hide my Urban Terror.

Monday ended on a good note, with a History period full of Urban Terror, as our sub looked younger than we were and did not in fact care about all the screaming of “HEADSHOT HIM” that echoed across the room.

That’s really about it for Monday, so on to TUESDAY

Tuesday, my mom offered to pack my laptop case for me in the morning.  She made this offer while holding my laptop, case, and charger.  I don’t often decline help, so I said yes and went to go eat my cereal in peace.  What could go wrong?

Surprisingly, my mom actually managed to not put my charger in my case.  I did not notice this until after playing a 1st period packed with Urban Terror on high brightness, i.e. after I reached more or less 12% battery.

This was bad.

On top of that, Tuesday’s Class Meeting was not canceled for to Urban Terror unlike the School Meeting.  And I have to admit that a certain StuCo member for our grade can take the fun out of “fun” just by saying it.  This, as should be obvious, was torture.

And I had a Theater Arts presentation, which was written the night before at 9:00.  Seriously.  The whole thing.  I aced it.

I was also given a top secret (not really) mission during lunch to voiceover an ad for a Youtube series done by MobiusStudios, so keep an eye, or ear, out for that.  I will put up a link once the video is on YouTube.

I also got my charger back at lunch, from express pilot delivery of course.

Once again, Mandarin teacher gone.  This time, I manage to be smart and hide with my back to everything in the room.  That is good.  Unfortunately, for some reason my game-playing was at its worst that period, and I was repeatedly smacked around like a door is smacked around by a professional larcenist.

Physics was too boring to even note in a single-line description.

So was History.

After getting home, I managed to waste the entire day watching YouTube, which was extremely fun but not very productive.  So Tuesday ended well also.

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday is senior prank day, as I figured out from the moment our car pulled into the parking lot.

I’ll tell you, one of the most frightening things in this world is a bunch of cult-style fanatical, sleep-deprived seniors rushing your car while holding theme park hand stamps and gigantic balloon clusters.

I did get a balloon out of it, so I’m happy overall.

In Theater Arts, we listened to many, many speeches on playwrights which all shared one overarching message:

Suffering, trials, mental illness, family dysfunction, and general failures tend to make a person a really outstanding playwright.  This would explain all those people out there who intentionally screw up their lives – they want to become playwrights.

I would not want to read a play by George W. Bush anytime soon though.

Most of these were pretty boring, so I ended up playing balloon-hit with the guy sitting next to me.  This is not fun.  In normal circumstances.  That’s right, this was so boring that I played a game which is less fun than watching George W. Bush acting stupid.

One playwright in specific intrigued me – Tennessee Williams.  According to him, a strong person is made through suffering and family dysfunction.  I think he considers himself a role model.  Not only is that egoist, but that implies a hidden masochism.  He should have gotten that checked occasionally.  Possibly by therapists.

Our Theater class was cut short to go on a roller coaster.

Not really a roller coaster, more like a highly mobile rave party.  During the day.  With less neon.  I nearly got hit by it on its way back, and that would have been fatal.  Literally.

The seniors did not do a bad job setting up the roller coaster, although they did put all the decorations on FRESHMEN lockers and their fake height-limit sign did say NO FRESHMEN.

Ironically, 50% of the senior class this year is shorter than the average freshman.  Average freshman being me, shorter than most boys but taller than most girls.

After the ride ended, I heard a few people talking about my shirt.  I listened in.  It made me cry.

Wow, your jacket matches his!

(person A laughs, person B takes off her jacket)

Ewwww, no it doesnt.  If anything, your scarf matches his shirt.

(person B counters, person A cringes at her scarf)

Yes, I am highly unpopular with many people including almost all the girls at my school, and I have absolutely no clue why.

Also, my jacket looks strangely like the JV Dance Troupe jacket, which would explain the odd simliarity.  It’s a red jacket with 3 white stripes.

Lunch made me feel better.  Long lunch always does.

The friend of mine who obtained the huge bag of cotton candy at Great America repeated his feat by wrestling some cotton candy from the seniors who, if you didn’t figure it out, are running a theme park for the prank.

Also, let me just say I have some extremely convincing ways of getting my friends to do what I want.  I have a feeling this certain friend will elaborate for me.

End of the day was BAD, even though the rest was decent.

Apparently, our entire English class somehow managed to bomb the same essay, and our teacher had to set up a HUAC-style system of people going in line to be interrogated and morally crushed.  High score out of the several people that were massacred today was … I won’t say it.

I, however, have to wait until Friday.

Speaking of Friday, if I do not do well on this test, my very fragile English grade will probably drop a LOT, with no possibility for tests or reading quizzes to reboost the grade.  I’m biting my nails.  Not really.  Figuratively.

Just figuratively.

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