Hello once again my brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. I have just returned from our school's production of the musical Pippin. I must say that it was a marvelous show. Definitely the finest bit of live theatre I've gone to see, including the single professional show I saw. A shout out to all of the cast and crew of that play. You guys are the w00t (as I told Destiny, a friend of mine from Theatre 1 who finally got a part she deserved after three years). I strongly recommend to anyone who can somehow get their hands on tickets to go, because you will definitely enjoy yourself (unless you're the bad sort of whore).
Besides that, I have excellent news on the homework front: I did one assignment out of three from yesterday and the two that I didn't do now have extended deadlines till Monday! Much relief for this old Turk, lemme tell ya. The art packet especially is quite cruel and something that doesn't bear doing under normal circumstances, let alone having to do it while really tired at about 1 AM after finishing your stuff for English.
I realized that I'm making this thing into a chronicle of my day (huzzah), but that's ok for now. I figure that this blog will evolve and stuff later. Right now, a chronicle would be nice. So let me continue by starting from the beginning.
It was quite weird today when my dad shook me up and I felt this considerably disturbing pain in my upper chest/lower neck. After about five seconds of beating at my nerves, the pain let up and I shrugged the whole thing and went off to take my shower. Unfortunately, the whole incident recurred multiple times again throughout the day, and by the start of second hour, I was telling Mr. Quillen, my calculus teacher, that I might have to head down to the nurse some time during his period if I was feeling particularly bad. Thankfully, the pain didn't spring up too much in calculus, though I did half-doze through about the second half of class since today was a review day for the test on Monday and quiz on Tuesday. Everything was pretty normal (except for a couple of times in Multimedia where I thumped my chest to try to make myself feel better somehow) until lunch. I got myself a small meal today because I wasn't feeling particularly hungry and they had the good fries today. Now those fries may be good, but I can never finish them if I get a large order, so I settled for a normal one. Sadly enough, these fries caused me considerable grief when I was eating--who knows? Maybe chewing aggravates whatever was going on. Whatever the case, the pain was being particularly troublesome now and I figured I'd pay a visit to the nurse since I was still in study hall after lunch and that this pain wasn't exactly dying. Needless to say, the nurse's office is a nice place where they provide you with a bed to sleep in, but I needed an instructor's voice to drone me to sleep if that were to work, so that positive was out. Besides that, the nurse was taking her thirty minute lunch when I got in, so I would have to wait a while (and share attention with the other four or five patients that seemed to be hanging around). After about ten minutes, I decided I could come back later if I needed to, and I checked myself out.
The rest of the day the pain sort of returned every now and again, but it never came back with quite the full force of what it was at lunch. Damn, I wish I knew what was causing it, though.
Anyways, Mr. Mandeville came in during Decathlon to talk to us about art. I learned some more specific things about the various printmaking techniques--especially intaglio! Yay!--but otherwise it was a talk about Roman pillars and Star Trek. That's right folks: Star Trek. It only lasted about a minute though. For one reason or another, I said the name "Hugh", and Mr. Mandeville asked "Hugh Who?" and I said "Hugh the Borg" and sort of grinned to myself as I always do when I make a reference to something like Star Trek that the teacher wouldn't understand. Amazingly enough, Mr. Mandeville understood. "Oh, I remember that one. 'We are Hugh' and all that" was something like what he said. We then started talking a little bit about the rudiments of the Borg and that episode--how Hugh was given various individual qualities and how the Borg were such an amazing creation and such things. It felt really good to talk about that after we talked pointlessly about Roman pillars for a minute or two. Anyways, Mr. Mandeville is now really cool.
After Decathlon, our physics class (along with all the other physics classes during sixth hour) met in the library so we could get talked to by a fellow who's the father of this one dude I had in my leadership class last year. The fellow was a geophysicist and he came in to talk to us about waves and how he uses them in his work and everything. No offense to our prensenter or to geophysicists, but this guy put me to sleep very very quickly, and I never entirely woke up until the end of the demonstration. Damn fine thing I was in the middle row so the teachers didn't notice me.
Then went to English which consisted mostly of distilled death in the form of AP Multiple Choice questions. I managed to finish off about fifty-five or six, but it was not pretty at all. After that, I tested out Mrs. Shank's odd little birthday party thing that was being held after school, but left quickly when none of her former freshmen from the Class of 2004 showed up.
The rest consisted of me going to Pippin with Travis, Eric, Cody, and Airon, watching, loving, singing along for a very small part, et cetera. After the play, Eric and Cody and me headed back to Eric's house (with Jordan and Beth in tow) to play pingpong. I'd go into more detail, but I'm now getting quite tired as I write this. Anyways, I won a couple of nice matches, then we all went home, and on the way we got to drop off this book that Eric checked out while he was with me at the library some time back in October or November and was on my card. At least it's not going to get more late charges. Whoopee! Hasta la byebye folks!
Besides that, I have excellent news on the homework front: I did one assignment out of three from yesterday and the two that I didn't do now have extended deadlines till Monday! Much relief for this old Turk, lemme tell ya. The art packet especially is quite cruel and something that doesn't bear doing under normal circumstances, let alone having to do it while really tired at about 1 AM after finishing your stuff for English.
I realized that I'm making this thing into a chronicle of my day (huzzah), but that's ok for now. I figure that this blog will evolve and stuff later. Right now, a chronicle would be nice. So let me continue by starting from the beginning.
It was quite weird today when my dad shook me up and I felt this considerably disturbing pain in my upper chest/lower neck. After about five seconds of beating at my nerves, the pain let up and I shrugged the whole thing and went off to take my shower. Unfortunately, the whole incident recurred multiple times again throughout the day, and by the start of second hour, I was telling Mr. Quillen, my calculus teacher, that I might have to head down to the nurse some time during his period if I was feeling particularly bad. Thankfully, the pain didn't spring up too much in calculus, though I did half-doze through about the second half of class since today was a review day for the test on Monday and quiz on Tuesday. Everything was pretty normal (except for a couple of times in Multimedia where I thumped my chest to try to make myself feel better somehow) until lunch. I got myself a small meal today because I wasn't feeling particularly hungry and they had the good fries today. Now those fries may be good, but I can never finish them if I get a large order, so I settled for a normal one. Sadly enough, these fries caused me considerable grief when I was eating--who knows? Maybe chewing aggravates whatever was going on. Whatever the case, the pain was being particularly troublesome now and I figured I'd pay a visit to the nurse since I was still in study hall after lunch and that this pain wasn't exactly dying. Needless to say, the nurse's office is a nice place where they provide you with a bed to sleep in, but I needed an instructor's voice to drone me to sleep if that were to work, so that positive was out. Besides that, the nurse was taking her thirty minute lunch when I got in, so I would have to wait a while (and share attention with the other four or five patients that seemed to be hanging around). After about ten minutes, I decided I could come back later if I needed to, and I checked myself out.
The rest of the day the pain sort of returned every now and again, but it never came back with quite the full force of what it was at lunch. Damn, I wish I knew what was causing it, though.
Anyways, Mr. Mandeville came in during Decathlon to talk to us about art. I learned some more specific things about the various printmaking techniques--especially intaglio! Yay!--but otherwise it was a talk about Roman pillars and Star Trek. That's right folks: Star Trek. It only lasted about a minute though. For one reason or another, I said the name "Hugh", and Mr. Mandeville asked "Hugh Who?" and I said "Hugh the Borg" and sort of grinned to myself as I always do when I make a reference to something like Star Trek that the teacher wouldn't understand. Amazingly enough, Mr. Mandeville understood. "Oh, I remember that one. 'We are Hugh' and all that" was something like what he said. We then started talking a little bit about the rudiments of the Borg and that episode--how Hugh was given various individual qualities and how the Borg were such an amazing creation and such things. It felt really good to talk about that after we talked pointlessly about Roman pillars for a minute or two. Anyways, Mr. Mandeville is now really cool.
After Decathlon, our physics class (along with all the other physics classes during sixth hour) met in the library so we could get talked to by a fellow who's the father of this one dude I had in my leadership class last year. The fellow was a geophysicist and he came in to talk to us about waves and how he uses them in his work and everything. No offense to our prensenter or to geophysicists, but this guy put me to sleep very very quickly, and I never entirely woke up until the end of the demonstration. Damn fine thing I was in the middle row so the teachers didn't notice me.
Then went to English which consisted mostly of distilled death in the form of AP Multiple Choice questions. I managed to finish off about fifty-five or six, but it was not pretty at all. After that, I tested out Mrs. Shank's odd little birthday party thing that was being held after school, but left quickly when none of her former freshmen from the Class of 2004 showed up.
The rest consisted of me going to Pippin with Travis, Eric, Cody, and Airon, watching, loving, singing along for a very small part, et cetera. After the play, Eric and Cody and me headed back to Eric's house (with Jordan and Beth in tow) to play pingpong. I'd go into more detail, but I'm now getting quite tired as I write this. Anyways, I won a couple of nice matches, then we all went home, and on the way we got to drop off this book that Eric checked out while he was with me at the library some time back in October or November and was on my card. At least it's not going to get more late charges. Whoopee! Hasta la byebye folks!
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