So this is my return to the blog-o-sphere. I haven't blogged in a while.
So Kim commented on my blog saying I hadn't spoken a word about her so here it is, Kim! I first met Kim in the magnet office when I had been told I could work in there & she said I was lucky. I guess she got sent to the library to T.A. And when I was exiled from the coveted spot as the magnet office t.a. I joined her in the library. At first, she overwhelmed me. Though she be but little, she is fierce! (Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, look it up you plebeian)
And I as I grew to know her, I grew to love her. She made my days bright and she was funny. She was a little ball of sunshine I knew would be there when eighth period rolled around.
Now, I feel like we're not as friendly as before but I still like discoursing with her.
Well, I guess my new blog topic is life at Monroe, how it's been and what I think it's becoming. Have a good day.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
So it's valentine's day here at Monroe. Woo!
Yeah, right..
As a student from the magnet, I have to live with everyone in F Hall. Ever been in there after school? It's like a highway. One way is into the hall and the opposite way is out of the hall. Add balloons, flowers, stuffed animals and all the sugary treats our society has deemed acceptable to gift to another and you can picture what it's like to walk through the hall on Valentines Day. All these things result in a bitterness of the heart that begins as annoyance then shifts to anger then grows to bitterness. And this feeling doesn't only plague people who are single. No, this has an effect even on those of us who have a significant other.
This is my tangent for the day. Have a happy Valentine's Day.
Yeah, right..
As a student from the magnet, I have to live with everyone in F Hall. Ever been in there after school? It's like a highway. One way is into the hall and the opposite way is out of the hall. Add balloons, flowers, stuffed animals and all the sugary treats our society has deemed acceptable to gift to another and you can picture what it's like to walk through the hall on Valentines Day. All these things result in a bitterness of the heart that begins as annoyance then shifts to anger then grows to bitterness. And this feeling doesn't only plague people who are single. No, this has an effect even on those of us who have a significant other.
This is my tangent for the day. Have a happy Valentine's Day.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
12 February 2013
Last Friday was the AcaDeca Awards night. It was amazing, even though I didn't medal in anything.
We're actually 20th out of the 58 schools. Still pretty good, in my mind. One of my closest friends got a Bronze medal in Interview; one of the seniors got a gold medal in interview and a bronze in speech (I think, I might be wrong); and my boyfriend (that was awkwardly typed, just so you know) got a silver medal in speech, a honorable mention in essay and he was the top scoring student of our team.
To tell you the truth, I was really upset that I didn't medal. I cried for a long time and I did resent my teammates for a bit. I have this thing that I have to be the best at everything. It comes with being a dancer and a student in the highly competitive Magnet. In dance, you have to better than everyone to even be noticed. To tell you the truth, there's been many a time that I've hoped for or relished in someone's mistake. And it seems like I'm a horrible person, I know.
But you don't understand. I grew up in the environment where I needed to be the best. I was found "gifted" at an early age. This led to my placement in the "more advanced" classes surrounded by children of the same mental capacity. My fourth grade teacher instilled such a love for reading that ever since, I've been a literature geek.
The Odyssey? Age nine. Bullfinch's Mythology? Age ten. Edith Hamilton's Mythology? Age eleven. Pride and Prejudice? Age 12. The Scarlet Letter? Age 13. Doctor Zhivago? Age 16 but I read it three times: the first in a week, the second to understand the book and the third to actually analyze and iron out all the inconsistencies in my mind.
From the same education that gave me a love for literature, I also got a love for history. What interests me so much about books full of someone else's story and another country's story is that even though all of it happened in a world from long ago, they will forever be remembered. They will forever have their name printed in a book that brags about their accomplishments. Isn't that amazing? Imagine, if I do something big enough to span decades and centuries, a girl or boy in the future will have to forever remember my name and what I've done.
I'm done with my life story. For now...
We're actually 20th out of the 58 schools. Still pretty good, in my mind. One of my closest friends got a Bronze medal in Interview; one of the seniors got a gold medal in interview and a bronze in speech (I think, I might be wrong); and my boyfriend (that was awkwardly typed, just so you know) got a silver medal in speech, a honorable mention in essay and he was the top scoring student of our team.
To tell you the truth, I was really upset that I didn't medal. I cried for a long time and I did resent my teammates for a bit. I have this thing that I have to be the best at everything. It comes with being a dancer and a student in the highly competitive Magnet. In dance, you have to better than everyone to even be noticed. To tell you the truth, there's been many a time that I've hoped for or relished in someone's mistake. And it seems like I'm a horrible person, I know.
But you don't understand. I grew up in the environment where I needed to be the best. I was found "gifted" at an early age. This led to my placement in the "more advanced" classes surrounded by children of the same mental capacity. My fourth grade teacher instilled such a love for reading that ever since, I've been a literature geek.
The Odyssey? Age nine. Bullfinch's Mythology? Age ten. Edith Hamilton's Mythology? Age eleven. Pride and Prejudice? Age 12. The Scarlet Letter? Age 13. Doctor Zhivago? Age 16 but I read it three times: the first in a week, the second to understand the book and the third to actually analyze and iron out all the inconsistencies in my mind.
From the same education that gave me a love for literature, I also got a love for history. What interests me so much about books full of someone else's story and another country's story is that even though all of it happened in a world from long ago, they will forever be remembered. They will forever have their name printed in a book that brags about their accomplishments. Isn't that amazing? Imagine, if I do something big enough to span decades and centuries, a girl or boy in the future will have to forever remember my name and what I've done.
I'm done with my life story. For now...
Monday, February 4, 2013
4 February 2013
So I am finally done with Academic Decathlon. For this year... But it feels good.
I tied for the highest score on our team (in the Super Quiz), we're unofficially 19th of the 52 schools who participated, and in the western San Fernando Valley, we're second only to Granada Hills. But it's Granada Hills, they're state champions!
I'm really really proud of myself and my team. We worked hard and it sure has showed. We're awesome like that. So that link down there is a link to an article the LA Times wrote on the day of the First Round of our competition.
LA Times wrote about Academic Decathlon.
I tied for the highest score on our team (in the Super Quiz), we're unofficially 19th of the 52 schools who participated, and in the western San Fernando Valley, we're second only to Granada Hills. But it's Granada Hills, they're state champions!
I'm really really proud of myself and my team. We worked hard and it sure has showed. We're awesome like that. So that link down there is a link to an article the LA Times wrote on the day of the First Round of our competition.
LA Times wrote about Academic Decathlon.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)