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Thoughts on the First Day of School.

Today, was my first day of school, as you might have inferred from the title of this post. Yippe. No more endless days of doing pretty much nothing (read: watching Doctor Who and Graham Norton reruns). Now, I have to go to Geometry, Chem, and/or French in the morning, snd English, Gym, Finance and/or History in the afternoon. I have to surround myself with Actual Human Beings, and I have to Deal with them.

However, I have to admit that m y first day as a Proper Sophomore wasn’t bad at all. I started off with Chem, in a class  where I only actually know four people, including one of the teachers. We got to play with Legos (read: we performed an activity involving Legos, all in the name of scientific inquiry), and do pretty much nothing for about twenty minutes. Since Chem (and really all the science courses that require Lab Time) has block periods once in the four-day rotation, I had a free second period. I was more than ready to spend the following hour laughing to myself whilst reading Libba Bray’s Beauty Queens. I highly recommend it, along with  the rest of her works.(I ♥ Libba). Luckily, Ari–a friend of mine from last year’s Latino Fest–happened to have the same free as I, so we spent the whole period roaming the building, and looking for people. We found Maddy in her Finance class, and Elizabeth in what presumably was her History class.

We both had French next, so near the end of the period we headed up to the third floor, and waited across the hall, in between rooms 322 and 324. When the bell rung, I saw Danny walking out of his French class (in Mme Pretat’s old room!), and said hi and agreed to work on some Club Fair posters later.

Madame Palumbo is such a contrast from Madame Pretat, I daresay. These two are incredibly different. Mme Palumbo is a French native, and therefore speaks flawless French. It sounds so… pretty when she speaks it! She also seems to have her wits about her, in a way my former teacher didn’t.  She seems to know how to control a class, although it really is hard to tell on the first class. (I think I should add that Mme Pretat was a very nice lady, but not nescessarily the best teacher. She discussed the Deschanel sisters with me during class, for chrissakes! and she didn’t really know how to explain stuff to people. Or how to shut people up).

My last class of the day was Geometry, and both of my teachers seem not only really nice, but really able to explain everything appropriately. She even gave us Hershey’s Kisses. They had us do a worksheet on finding patterns–both numerical and shape-y. I felt like I was back in grammar school.

I’m actually excited for the classes I had today, although I wish I could say the same about the people in them. I know very few (if any) of them, but it seems that they aren’t the types I would voluntarily hang out with because if they read, it’s because they are forced to, and that is something I’ve personally never understood, and because they give off Decepticon Vibes, and are therefore not made of awesome. I shall reserve judgement for later on, when I have more data to go on by, like you know… October!

I hope all of you who have gone back to school, or will do so in the near future have a great time. Remember to keep an open mind, and try not to focus too much on the 20+ episodes of Twin Peaks waiting to be watched after school.

As they say in my hometown, DFTBA!

and yes, I did just quote John Green.



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Wrock Recommendations?

Hi there. School for me starts tomorrow, and so I’ve been scrambling to finish my summer homework.

This entails reading a horribly boring book (Founding Brothers by Joseph J. Ellis), looking through notes on Science, and reading and taking notes on a textbook which glorifies Native American and West African culture despite the facts that Native Americans threatened their children with the possibility of becoming social outcasts and thus dying and West African culture was demeaning to women, as men essentially bought multiple wives to increase their social status. And then they have the nerve to go on and call the king’s forces of Europe evil men who did nothing but “murdering, gambling, drinking, whoring, blaspheming, willfully killing husbands and fathers, persecuting peasants…, stripping fields, and demanding tribute.” They go on to say that it’s just great that young children in the Native American culture are trained to endure and INFLICT physical pain on others to defend their kin in war. Yeah, how wonderful. What a beautiful display of culture. Little kids being told to hurt other little kids so they can torture and kill and be tortured and killed during war. Yep. In the movie 8 words of Hermione Granger, “That’s barbaric!”

But in any case, I’ve realized that listening to music while working helps me get past my discrepancies with the text and focus on note-taking. So since I’ve discovered that I love Hank Green’s music, I thought, “Why not try out wrock?” The only issue here is that I have NO CLUE which wrock bands are “the best” and then which songs are the most awesome. People have suggested everything from Harry and the Potters to Oliver something and the Remembralls to Draco and the Malfoys to someone and the Sugar Quills to The Moaning Myrtles… Basically, I need help sorting through them to find those really great songs. If any wrock listeners (and yes, I’m looking at you, Laura…) have any song suggestions, feel free to share them in the comments. 🙂

Thanks, and DFTBA!

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On The Possibility of Moving, and it’s Effect on Increasing World-Suck

Over the summer, my parents started looking at houses where we might move, sometime in the near future. They’ve been looking all over the place, hoping to find a place that’s within their budget, as well as big enough for us, and close enough to my sister’s current school. It’s taken them a while, but it seems we finally found one.

Thing is, it’s in a different town.

In and of itself, this really isn’t a big deal.

Except for the fact that I’m going to have to transfer schools in what is considered the most awkward stage of life.

Especially for us Wallflowers.

And it really wouldn’t be terribly bad if we had a set date for moving, and stuff like that, but we don’t. This means I’m going to spend the next few(/several) months possibly being a nervous wreck, not wanting to suddenly leave my current school, and my friends, and Fest. God knows that’s going to be hard. It took me about five months (FIVE MONTHS!!!!) to go twenty feet down the hall, and eat lunch with Elizabeth and Maddy! And Elizabeth had to drag me (quite literally!) down the hall to what became my favorite spot in the whole school building.

Every friend I’ve made since fifth grade, I met out of pure luck.

I met Ellen and Celine through my cousin,who had been going to school with them since forever. When I moved away, we became closer than we were in school. We’d spend inordinate amounts of time chatting through GMail. We had “Weird Dreams” chain-mails, and Middle School Girl Stuff Chain Mails. I discovered Seally was a die-hard Bones fan, as well as a B&B shipper. Ellen introduced me to HarryPotter fanfiction, and Dramione and Artemis Fowl and she was the only other person who would discuss Percy Jackson with me. (I still am a big Percabeth shipper!). In seventh grade, at my sister’s current school, I met my friend Holly. To date, I don’t think I’ve met a sweeter person, or made friends with someone who doesn’t like many of the same things I do (aka: books), although we did share a love for Tina Fey, Amy Poehler,SNL and Parks and Rec.

I met Elizabeth on the first day of school last year, after having been mistakenly placed into a Ceramics class I wasn’t really interested in at the beginning . We started talking about whatever it s two strangers talk about whilst surrounded by upperclassmen who know each other. Eventually, we started talking about Harry Potter. In a school of a gazillion people (actually, 1700…) I had found somebody who loved Harry (my future husband at the time) as much, if not more than I did. I had only ever listened to very little Wizard Rock before I met her, or heard about Leaky Con.

She introduced me to two amazing people: Maddy and the Doctor.

Maddy is easily one of the most creative people I’ve met. She’s a great potter (do not confuse with Potter), and photographer/photo-shopper, and TARDIS-maker, and computer/ tech- savvy In a way most kids my age that I know are not.

What if this time around I don’t get lucky? What if my Charlie never meets a Sam or Patrick?

What if I’m doomed to spend French class muttering to myself about its similarity to Spanish like I did all last year with Danny? What if I move before Fest comes around? That is very likely, it seems… 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Nothing is set in stone. And it kills me not to know. Maybe The Doctor should take care of that. Or perhaps my local Ministry of Magic could provide me with a Time-Turner. But until the TARDIS-stealing Time Lord and his Tine Lord-stealing TARDIS crash on my door step, or an owl delivers said Time Turner, I will be kept in the dark, regarding ZE FUTURRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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