Baby Jimmy

I'm an AUNT.

Oh my God, my sister just had her first child. I never actually thought that my sister would have a child. It's an odd concept to think about since my sister is one of those that loves kids, but would very much like the option of GIVING IT BACK.

I am so excited!

Exams ~ Birthday Wishes!

I haven't been on here in forever, which is probably attributed to my weeks spent preparing for my doomsday, as well as the impending doom itself.

Okay, so I've been studying for exams. Doomsday. Exams. Same shit.

I only have three exams (THANK YOU GOD) this term, so it isn't as bad as last term (Remember that? Remember how I flipped shit? Yeah, me too). I have Reading Drama and Reading Fiction still to do. Reading Drama includes a LOT stuff that needs to be remembered. I mean, STUFF that I'm never going to use, but whatever.

Reading Fiction is mostly going to be an essay (I assume, since he wouldn't tell us anything else but that). We read Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad and ugh.

I mean it. UGH.

The plot of the story isn't actually all that bad. It's the way that it was written that throws me off entirely. It's difficult to read (Mainly because the narrator has the attention span of a two-year-old), but at least I got through it. Unfortunately, the exam essay is on whether or not Heart of Darkness is racist.

Vague, much?

But I have it all set, I think. I've split my huge white board in to two sections: one is dedicated to my list of plays that I need to remember the name and playwright to, the other section is my essay skeleton written out. It looks kind of scary, actually, since it's all written very messy (Or, rather, I just wrote as it came to me).

On a happy note, todays my Dad's birthday!! He's turning 47 today, even if he never acts it.

Happy birthday, Daddy!

5/100 ~ Fancy

I like fancy things.

Jewellery, tops, bottoms, dresses, shoes, make-up. I just like being fancy in general. Unfortunately, I've been made fun of for this preference once I moved out of Toronto. The students living where I moved to either weren't as well off as I was, or simply though those that like more fancy things were snobs or part of the 'popular' group.

So I'm a snob. Woo-hoo!

Coming to An End ~ Summer?

I'm ready to fall apart.

I have been so bussy recently and now that I only have one thing to work on, I'm so confused! I have finished my final assignment for one class and I've done all of the little things I had for every other class. Right now, I only have an essay to do for my Reading Drama class.

A six-page essay.

I'm going to DIE trying to pull that one off. My outline for the essay is huge so far, but it's at least coming along. I'm just praying I pass my exams. Thankfully, I only have three, unlike Victoria, who has an exam for every class.

It's weird to think about school ending since it's only MARCH. Once exams are over, it will be mid-April and then that's it until September once again. My Mom and I have been thinking about what I will be doing. At first, the idea to attempt to find a job was my top priority. However, I know how unrealistic that is that I will find one. Mom seems to think the same thing. I'm not desperate for money, but it would help, wouldn't it?

Then my Mom thought of volunteering instead. I was an In-School Mentor when I was in grade eleven for Big Brothers, Big Sisters. At the time, it was for my co-op course, however, they did say that I could come back whenever I wanted because my file would still be in the system. Now, I would be able to be a Big Sister since I'm of legal age. In this instance, I would be able to focus on one child as their Big Sister.

There's that and there's working at the Day Care. They, too, said that I could come back whenever I wanted. I would love to be with the children again, except I always got sick when I was there. My immune system has NOT gotten any better as I've grown older and I don't think it will. As great as working at the Day Care was, I'll probably just try for Big Brothers, Big Sisters.

I'll send them an email and we'll see how it goes.

4/100 - Sound Effects

My Dad and I make the same sound effects.

I couldn't believe it when I hear him use the same sound effects I do. It's hilarious because I know for a fact that he's never heard me use them as I use them with my friends. Like what Dad says, "FOOOOM" and does the hand movements of things plummeting on a decline towards the ground?

Mine apparently. Victoria will find this particularly amusing. And probably not surprising...

Pen vs. Pencils

(Old post I found that I didn't put up)

Have you ever had your pen explode on you when you needed it most?

Yeah, that was totally me about 15 minutes ago. Doing my French homework, nothing seemed amiss and then BAM. Gooy, black ink everywhere.

Do you see this mess? Because I see this mess. (Found HERE)

Joy.

So that got me thinking: pens or pencils? Now that we are in high school, we are technically not supposed to use pencils for anything but math. Regardless, if we only had pencils in the world, I think I'd be rather happy.

The first thing on the list would be how unsanitary they are. With their, albeit rare, tendency to explode at random intervals, they can make a mighty mess. Not to mention how pencil marks are SO much easier to get out of shirts, pants, shoes... hands..... faces.......... hair.........dogs.......

Anyway! I have found that they are much cleaner and, well, everyone likes the cleaner route, I assume, especially the students that have to use them every day. I know that I, myself, would explode if I ruined a good shirt on a daily basis because of a misscalculation of distance between my hand and my paper (particularly if a random, CLEAN sleeve decides to get in the way).

Another reason why pencils are completely superior to pens is another failure on the pen's part.

Running out of ink.

I'll be honest, I've been through this a few times in which A) the pen refuses to work because of God-knows-what (Clogging, drying, sadistic tendencies...) or B) it really is out of ink. You have no idea how frantic a student can get when they need to write something down and there is nothing to write with. A pencil, on the other hand, simply needs sharpening! And, heaven forbid you do not own a sharpener when these drastic times occur, someone else is bound to have one (never mind one being in almost every classroom!). Let's be honest, what are you more willing to lend: a sharpener or a pen? Most would opt for the sharpener because almost every student in high school has lended a pen to another student at one point or another and has never seen it again.

Therefore, pencils are just easier to handle. Pencils, as well, also come with a glorious bonus: an eraser! How many pens do you know that have an eraser?!

....

No, wait, let me rephrase that. There ARE pens with erasers that are supposed to erase the ink once you've made a mistake, but how many pens do you know that have an eraser THAT WORKS? Me? None, so far... The only think that truly works is 'White-Out', and even then it can get iffy. Like, for instance, the liquid White-Out gets clumpy easily and just makes your work look disgusting. The Roll-On White-Out is absolutely horrible if you tangle up the thin plastic sheet of White-Out inside (Yes, it is possible to do such a thing, TRUST ME). I recall being in Family Studies the other day and absolutely freaking out when I realized I copied down the wrong thing. In a frenzy, I asked to borrow a friend's White-Out (Roll On). Quickly, I begin to roll the dried white out on the page. What do you think happens? Why it runs out of White-Out, of course! Pouting angrily, I ended up just putting a large X over that area. Lovely.

So, in a nutshell:

You are in your English exam. Nervous, shaking with dread, you continue to write your essay before the ideas leave your brain forever. Then, the unthinkable happens. Your pen. Explodes. Quickly running up to the teacher's desk, you grab a few tissues and clean your hands and (Oh NO!) your paper. Once seated, you quickly snatch your other pen that you brought specifically for these instances. Smiling, you know you have it all covered. However, after you begin to scribble down the rest of your essay, you realize.... It. Isn't. WORKING. You look at the little tube on the inside of your pen and gasp in horror; it's empty! Frantically, you start making random scribbles all over your paper in an attempt to get out at least a LITTLE bit of ink and you succeed. All over your previous sentence. Whimpering, you pick up your little White-Out Roll On contraption, place it over the mangled words, slide it accross and.... Nothing.

Well, now you are just screwed. Why? Because, since you are in an English exam, they said you would not need to bring a PENCIL.

I rest my case.

The Math Dragon

This is a little odd for me, but I suppose you'll find it interesting. I normally avoid writing haikus like the plague, but I suddenly had the urge to write one. Let's hope it's as good as it was in my head...

He raises his metre stick...
The Math Dragon sneers...
The Math Knight wins once again!

I actually laughed when I finished this. Why? Because I started thinking of lines that I could use for writing a longer poem. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to write since it's about the haiku. Think of it as a.... Prequel? Sequel? Side story?!

His audience held their breathes
As the wooden sword was raised
With it's wooden shield in tow.

His yellow paint of his crown gleamed,
As his aged features set into a smirk.
It was here.

"Fear not," he said, "my dear friends.
Thy Dragon shall fall at the feet of this,
This mighty Knight that I am."

The young ones cheered as their Knight stood tall
Up on his balcony of medal.
"Come and fight me!" he said.

"Math Dragon, I call thee!"
The Math Dragon roared
As the Math Knight triumphed.

And then it ended.
The children stiffled their giggles
As they peared at the door of the classroom.

A tall woman stood with a smirk on her face
Her eyes on the 'Math Knight'.
The children's dearest Math Teacher.

The 'Knight' froze as he laid down
His metre stick sword and his protractor shield.
His Burger King crown was lopsided.

Slowly, with a growing dread,
He climbed down from the top of his desk.
He was in big trouble.

The older woman stared at the man,
For she was the Principal
And he was the Teacher.

She folded her arms.
She looked at the class.
She laughed and said,

"That's real math!"

The sad part? It's a true story. You may laugh hysterically. Because I am.