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I guess the new template doesn't have comments... I can't get the old one back because I can't access it and it doesn't exist anymore.
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I fixed the problems that blogger was causing by changing the Template of this page. Unfortunately, I couldn't access the Template, so I had to replace it with a new one. The only modifications that I had made to the original "Simple" Template were adding a link to Alia's webring (or whatever it is now) and putting a link to nosuch.org at the bottom. At least that's all that I remember.
I left the SAT II Writing book that I was using at home. So other than killing time, there isn't much to do during my prep.
Last night the racoons which inhabit my ceiling were all actively pissing me off. The baby racoons have grown up, which means that instead of one or two racoons squealing, digging and running straight into walls, there is a group of them. It sounded as if my ceiling was going to collapse.
Isn't it funny when librarians shout "IT'S TOO NOISY" at the top of their lungs? "QUIET PLEASE OR GO OUTSIDE!" That sudden interruption is MUCH more distracting than a number of people chatting for an hour. The problem with the racoons is that they make sudden interruptions, constantly. A couple weeks ago I woke up at 5:30am because of what I thought was either the most disastrous earthquake of all time, or a plane crash in a neighbor's backyard. Why doesn't their running at full speed into sides of the ceiling knock those damn critters out? It is time to either a) rent a trap for $5 a day or b) secure ammonia to the ceiling and wait for the racoons to either leave or die. Are trained ferrets legal to have as pets?
Noah - 9:44 AM - 2 comments
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Friends are just enemies who don't have the guts to kill you.
Blogger has some problems. It doesn't allow me to post every now and then and I don't know why, but other people have the same problem.
There are about two weeks until the SAT II Writing test. It is the last SAT that I am going to take. I've already taken enough but I'm retaking the Writing test because of its significance and because I can improve my score. I will devote this weekend completely to improving my writing abilities, which include essay writing, word usage, sentence correction, and paragraph improvement. It will be like calculus camp, except in my room... and with writing.
Out of everything in the world, the SAT angers me the most. Even if for some reason I get an 800 on the SAT II Writing, I will continue to hate nothing more than I hate the SAT. That's all that I'm going to say about that.
Biotech requires me to write a resume for myself, which is almost comical to me due to the lack of things that I can state on a resume. I have no experience other than what I've done inside a classroom, and my skills are limited to being able to use computers, program, and speak some Spanish. Perhaps I should work on my Spanish skills, because I don't like the idea of spending five years learning how to read, write, speak, and understand a language only to forget it after I take the AP test (which, although just marginally, I passed).
I just remembered that the key to writing in an interesting tone is to write actively, not passively. I will try to do that throughout the rest of this post... for practice.
Holocaust interests me and I enjoy it. The way that Mr. Cheung teaches it differs from my other classes...
...forcing myself to write actively is hard... I mean... Writing actively proves to be a challenge for me. Whatever--screw it. I told Mr. Cheung after class today the following statement: "I was wondering if you think you know me well enough to be able to write a letter of recommendation for me." He paused sarcastically and then said, "Sure." The only college that I'm applying to that requires me to have letters of recommendation is Stanford, and that is one of my "reach" college choices. That is, it will reject me.
Mr. Honig called a week ago. I was asleep at the time so my dad gave me the message that Mr. Honig was wondering if I wanted him to write a rec letter for me. I guess I lucked out on that. Mr. Honig is a great guy and I actually did some noteworthy things while in his class... if staying after school until 10pm while studying/helping people study math counts as noteworthy. I liked math last year a lot more than this year, but that is probably because my math last year wasn't an AP course; it was just A. Also, I don't like assigned seats.
Mythology is pretty neat. I like learning about it more than I thought I would. Computer Science is less intimidating than it was before. We have a quiz on Friday and a test next Wednesday though. Lastly, Physics is somewhat frustrating yet entertaining. It would suck if I didn't have friends in that class.
My dad woke me up today at 7am because he forgot I have a prep first period on Wednesdays. I remember my dreams when I sleep for a long time, then wake up, fall back to sleep, and wake up again an hour later. Dream time is different from real time. It can either be faster or slower, and today it was much slower. The hour between 7 and 8am seemed like several hours. I just thought that was interesting.
Friday, September 20, 2002
Error 503? What is that? I know what Error 504 is... but 503?
This is a great vindication for anybody who has ever taken a bath, went to get the paper, fell down, and the door slam behind them and the doorknob break off.
BE SURE TO WRITE ONLY ON THE ASSIGNED TOPIC. AN ESSAY WRITTEN ON ANOTHER TOPIC WILL RECEIVE NO CREDIT.
I'm sitting in the library and this guy sits down at a computer nearby. He mutters something to me about needing an account. I start telling him what his account is (first letter of your first name... first three letters of your last name... etc.) then I realize that if he doesn't know it, he doesn't have a password. I then tell him to ask the librarian, and he mutters something else. He asks me for my account name and password so that he can log on, and I tell him, "No." He mumbles, "Fuck you," and leaves. Sucker!
Noah - 11:04 AM - 2 comments
Saturday, September 14, 2002
The All New Adventures of Mr. T
[ open on "All New Adventures of Mr. T" theme ]
Mr. T.: I'm back! And I need work!
[ cut to Mr. T. and three kids and dog walking through a back alley ]
Little Boy: Mr. T.? When can we eat?
Mr. T.: Don't give me that jibber-jabber! We'll eat when I get work!
Teenage Girl: But you haven't worked in ten years.
Mr. T.: Shoulda stayed in school!
Teenage Boy: What's that?
Mr. T.: [ reading ] "A Doll's House. Opening next week." Sounds like work!
Little Boy: Let's check it out!
Mr. T.: Kids, follow me! And drink milk, work!
[ cut to play group practicing inside the theater ]
Male Actor: "..But, Nora, dearest, why do you look so stern?"
Female Actor: "I've been dreadfully wronged, Torvald. First by Papa, and then by you."
Mr. T.: [ interrupting ] Alright, let's go! I'm here to work!
Director: Excuse me?
Mr. T.: Put me in the show, fool! And don't do drugs!
Director: But these aren't auditions. We're here for the rehearsals..
Mr. T.: I got no time for the jibber-jabber! I wanna be Torvald, sucker!
Male Actor: But he's not right for Torvald.
Mr. T.: Shut up, fool! I need work! [ to Director ] You got a choice, Jack: you either make me Torvald, or you hurt!
Stagehand: Alright, Sir, let's go.. [ grabs Mr. T's shoulders ]
Mr. T.: I'll squash that bug! [ tosses Stagehand across the row of seats ] Rehearse this, fool! [ squashes two actors' heads together ]
[ Director runs off ]
Little Boy: He's getting away!
[ Mr. T and the Teenaged Boy and Girl fling from the girders and land on the Director's back, stopping him ]
Mr. T.: Next time, stay in school!
Director: [ confused ] What?!
[ Mr. T picks up the Director and tosses him into the set, smashing it to pieces ]
Female Actor: But.. we rehearsed..
Mr. T.: Stop jibber-jabbering, and start acting!
[ cut to Opening Night, Mr. T in his dressing room with the kids ]
Teenage Boy: The show was really great, Mr. T!
Mr. T.: You gotta respect the writer! Henrik Ibsen's a tough dude! Eat all your greens!
Little Boy: And they all doubted you.
Mr. T.: Let that be a lesson to all the Gary Burghoffs, Joey Lawrences, Tina Yotherses, and George "Goober" Lindsays! If you believe in yourself, drink your school, stay in drugs, and don't do milk - you can get work! [ dog barks ] Alright, maybe not Gary Burghoff!
[ they all share a hearty laugh, as the cartoon ends ]
Friday, September 13, 2002
Drink your school, stay in drugs, don't do milk!
Waiting...
I think I'm starting to realize what Fridays feel like again. But upon trying to describe them I am at a loss of words, thus making the previous sentence false. I'm not doing much more than waiting at the moment. The plan was to meet Sam in the library to prepare for the presentation next period for mythology. Luckily, he is artistically talented, making this project much easier for me than it would be if I had to create my own depiction of Poseidon, the god of the sea, horses, earthquakes, and so on. Two things have already happened today though. I presented my Identity box, a shoebox that I glued pictures to that represent my identity, for my Holocaust class. I think the goal of it was to get to know the others in the class by what they see themselves as compared to what others see them as (the outside of the box was supposed to be different from the inside... unless you are the same on the ouside as you are on the inside... or just lazy).
Of all my classes I have learned the least in Holocaust. I think that's because we haven't actually started studying the Holocaust yet, instead we just have discussions every period about racism and stereotypes. There was originally going to be a trip to the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. for the class, but I guess nobody wanted to go this year (this is only the second year of the existence of the class) and thus we won't go. I wouldn't have gone anyway, because it costs about 789 dollars.
Moving on, the second thing that happened today was the fact that I received back the math test that I took yesterday. I did enormously better on the test than I thought I would, and I feel indifferent. I am happy but I don't want to feel arrogant. I know that there are people who are better at math than I am who got lower scores. That is one of the reasons why grades suck. No, grades don't suck, but people who think they are better than others based on grades they get suck. Arrogance like that will eventually end up fucking you up. Anyway, I can't decide whether my least favorite class is AB Calc or Biotech. I started to think about why I dislike the class itself and I think it is because both of them involve the greatest amount of grading in constrast to Holocaust and Mythology (the fuzzy classes). Physics and CompSci are graded as well, but there is much more freedom. Mrs. Horsma always mentions how Biotech is special because there is so much freedom, but so far she has graded everything that we have done. That doesn't feel free to me.
Sam told me that he was TAing this period, but he also said that he could get out 30 mins early to come here. So now I'm waiting again.
Noah - 10:57 AM - 4 comments
