I'm going to apologize in advance for this post. this is more of a psa than anything. during the next month I probably won't be posting much, if at all, because of nanowrimo. however, most of the table is doing it with me! shane wants to handwrite hers. good luck. c is, since it was she who found it in the first place last year. and ava has been talking about how it'll be So Easy for her because she can apparently write the requirement of 1,667 words per day IN A HALF HOUR. oooooh.
it is not that easy. she doesn't get that.
so I bid you farewell until december, blogosphere.
25.10.10
guess who is not working on the newspaper even though she should be?
I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
I have been editing this bitch of a newspaper. most of the articles are in. most of them have stunning grammar and spelling, such as "Wouldn't you want to start you fridays off good!" and "Math Leets" [I stared at this for about five minutes thinking "mathletes? MATHLETES? oh god, how did these people pass freshman english?"]
I said "most of the articles". emma and ava are still going with their feud. did I mention ava wants the story to end as a "psychological thriller", while emma wants "peace and understanding"? [those were verbatim.] this is a catholic school, mind you. I'd love to see how that one turns out.
but all this gorgeousness was overshadowed by a Special School Event, the very first of the year [and probably the biggest of the year]. yes. my school makes a bigger holiday out of united nations day than halloween, christmas, and the feast day of st. therese combined. we all get assigned a country. then the countries beat the shit out of each other.
my homeroom got barbados. why? because "the flag is pretty". c's got russia, because greenland wasn't a viable option.
turns out rihanna is from barbados. I got to hear more rihanna today than I have in the last five years. THE SAMPLING, OH MY GOD. I may or may not have heard republica [not sure] and soft cell [definitely] being butchered. I had my nail polish stolen and then returned to me by three different people.
then we went into the badly lit gym and all the countries beat the shit out of each other with bouncy balls. the main point of this part of the day was to spend an hour screaming at the top of your lungs and being deafened by the sounds of 200 other screaming girls. cymbals were suggestively hit. drums were suggestively beat. I heard the word "SENIORS" screamed so many times that my ears bled. [same goes for "JUNIORS" and "FRESHMEN" and "SOPHOMORES".]
okay, so maybe I have no school spirit. but holy hell, I've been going here for three years and THIS IS STILL REALLY WEIRD. as one of the soviet russians in c's homeroom remarked, "it wasn't as fun this year as it was in freshman year... FRESHMAN YEAR WAS AWESOME, WE HAD EGGS."
I better get back to editing now.
I have been editing this bitch of a newspaper. most of the articles are in. most of them have stunning grammar and spelling, such as "Wouldn't you want to start you fridays off good!" and "Math Leets" [I stared at this for about five minutes thinking "mathletes? MATHLETES? oh god, how did these people pass freshman english?"]
I said "most of the articles". emma and ava are still going with their feud. did I mention ava wants the story to end as a "psychological thriller", while emma wants "peace and understanding"? [those were verbatim.] this is a catholic school, mind you. I'd love to see how that one turns out.
but all this gorgeousness was overshadowed by a Special School Event, the very first of the year [and probably the biggest of the year]. yes. my school makes a bigger holiday out of united nations day than halloween, christmas, and the feast day of st. therese combined. we all get assigned a country. then the countries beat the shit out of each other.
my homeroom got barbados. why? because "the flag is pretty". c's got russia, because greenland wasn't a viable option.
turns out rihanna is from barbados. I got to hear more rihanna today than I have in the last five years. THE SAMPLING, OH MY GOD. I may or may not have heard republica [not sure] and soft cell [definitely] being butchered. I had my nail polish stolen and then returned to me by three different people.
then we went into the badly lit gym and all the countries beat the shit out of each other with bouncy balls. the main point of this part of the day was to spend an hour screaming at the top of your lungs and being deafened by the sounds of 200 other screaming girls. cymbals were suggestively hit. drums were suggestively beat. I heard the word "SENIORS" screamed so many times that my ears bled. [same goes for "JUNIORS" and "FRESHMEN" and "SOPHOMORES".]
okay, so maybe I have no school spirit. but holy hell, I've been going here for three years and THIS IS STILL REALLY WEIRD. as one of the soviet russians in c's homeroom remarked, "it wasn't as fun this year as it was in freshman year... FRESHMAN YEAR WAS AWESOME, WE HAD EGGS."
I better get back to editing now.
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