apologies for that lack of posting. I did get my schedule! and I did stand in the academy's humid and absolutely packed "library" for an hour and a half in hopes of actually buying my textbooks!
my schedule is made out of happiness and suicidal ideation in equal parts. I have five [possibly 6, I'll let her elaborate on that if she chooses to] classes with c, and my theology teacher is indeed the guitar-playing nun instead of mrs. babiez. praise god.
on the other hand, I looked through some of the books we'll be reading. namely the theology ones. they all look super classy. of course, one trashes the hippies [we have at least one book every year like that] and one is entirely about the mystery of femininity and how We Have The Power over guys, yet our only purpose in life is to have babiez and more babiez. uuuugh I don't like learning this for a grade.
while traipsing around the building I noticed that sometime when I wasn't looking they put even more decals around. pretty soon this place is going to be famous for all the shit they've plastered on their walls. we have a huge bust of some saint sticking out of the wall quite precariously OVER a staircase, as well as "inspirational" quotes painted or iron-on-transferred onto the walls. sure, we have some from the founder of the school and the obligatory eleanor roosevelt wisdom and bible passages, but one is from shrek, and one is a badly reworded kurt cobain quote with no attribution. that's right girlies, shrek is the path to jesus, but grunge will make you shoot yourself.
shane isn't in any of my classes. ava is in two, I think. I haven't heard from anyone else.
I say this year will be excellent.
today one of the librarians told me I should write a blog. I so wanted to laugh at that, but instead I smiled and nodded. I'll let her wonder...
edit: OH MY GOD, did I ever mention that shane is magically coming back to the academy anyway? if I did, well, I'm an idiot but forgive me because it's late.
Showing posts with label library. Show all posts
Showing posts with label library. Show all posts
27.8.10
joy.
if it makes anyone feel any better, I am less angry now. I've been talking to ava and I don't want to strangle her quite so much. [there is, of course, that since I am a teenager I supposedly want to strangle everyone.] C and I worked in conjunction and got her to listen to the pet shop boys, which added some brilliant amusement into my thursday night.
ah well, life goes on... school starts in like two weeks. here goes my summer reading!:
a tree fails in brooklyn: according to the masses on my facebook feed, everyone adores this book. to which I say, WHY? it's 500 pages long [okay, I exaggerate... 493] and has absolutely no plot. I'm on page 302. so far the only semblance of a plot I've found is that someone might be dying. oh, and the mother is on a quest to play favorites with the son.
the jungle: I haven't started this but from what I hear it's... great.
the derp gatsby: kate beaton does this a lot better than I ever could. read the description. it explains everything.
the "adventures" of huckleberry finn: not even reading it. winging the test. I do this to one book every year. [if this seems bad, trust me, last year I didn't read any of them. I got an 80, I think. it was the catcher in the rye and jane eyre - how hard is it to bs those?]
I feel this post demonstrates wonderfully how lazy and sarcastic I can be. I'm gonna go read a screwed-up book now.
ah well, life goes on... school starts in like two weeks. here goes my summer reading!:
a tree fails in brooklyn: according to the masses on my facebook feed, everyone adores this book. to which I say, WHY? it's 500 pages long [okay, I exaggerate... 493] and has absolutely no plot. I'm on page 302. so far the only semblance of a plot I've found is that someone might be dying. oh, and the mother is on a quest to play favorites with the son.
the jungle: I haven't started this but from what I hear it's... great.
the derp gatsby: kate beaton does this a lot better than I ever could. read the description. it explains everything.
the "adventures" of huckleberry finn: not even reading it. winging the test. I do this to one book every year. [if this seems bad, trust me, last year I didn't read any of them. I got an 80, I think. it was the catcher in the rye and jane eyre - how hard is it to bs those?]
I feel this post demonstrates wonderfully how lazy and sarcastic I can be. I'm gonna go read a screwed-up book now.
5.8.10
community service #4
they're running out of shit for us to move.
we were ordered to get a bunch of chairs out of the back of the principal's car. then we brought them up to the library. somebody was ordered to clean them with some kind of magical vacuum. c and I were ignored and basically just stood there along with a few other people who, while not being ignored, also did not have the vacuum.
oh, then c and I were told to bring a highly outdated monitor into mr. creepy's sketchy-as-all-hell walk-in closet! yay for america.
then somehow people ended up counting pants or something.
starting to think that tomorrow they'll have us just sit in the lobby or something.
edit:
c and I were also accosted by the senile-est nun they have. she asked if we knew anything about cameras, because she had apparently recently acquired a digital one and wanted to know how to take a picture with it. it was one with the settings all on a wheel, so I guess she was confused with all the different options.
as she walked away, she said, "I wanted to take a picture of some flowers. at the funeral home down the street."
I love this place.
we were ordered to get a bunch of chairs out of the back of the principal's car. then we brought them up to the library. somebody was ordered to clean them with some kind of magical vacuum. c and I were ignored and basically just stood there along with a few other people who, while not being ignored, also did not have the vacuum.
oh, then c and I were told to bring a highly outdated monitor into mr. creepy's sketchy-as-all-hell walk-in closet! yay for america.
then somehow people ended up counting pants or something.
starting to think that tomorrow they'll have us just sit in the lobby or something.
edit:
c and I were also accosted by the senile-est nun they have. she asked if we knew anything about cameras, because she had apparently recently acquired a digital one and wanted to know how to take a picture with it. it was one with the settings all on a wheel, so I guess she was confused with all the different options.
as she walked away, she said, "I wanted to take a picture of some flowers. at the funeral home down the street."
I love this place.
3.8.10
community service #2 + drama update
today c and I, along with a sophomore I've never before talked to, were assigned to help the nun who teaches art move shit around. I SWEAR TO GOD THAT'S ALL WE EVER DO. she apparently still remembers my unfortunate mishap during volunteer week last year, when I sorta flooded her kitchen a little bit. jesus, I didn't even remember that.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
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oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
our first task: "this box of embroidery thread is out of order. let's put it in order. NO, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG."
"are we supposed to put the individual packets in order?"
"NO."
"oh, then do we move the drawers?"
"NO. we're moving the shelves."
in the end they were in "order". nobody understood the system, really. except the nun.
task #2: planting plants. nobody screwed this up, actually. not in a huge way, anyway.
task #3: JEWELRY. I will fully admit to not having any idea what the hell was going on with the jewelry, but it involved pins. lots and lots of pins.
the nun then released us, and we were told to go up to the library. now, our school library is a massive piece of failure. it is in a gym. the shelves themselves take up like ten percent of the gym. the rest of it is wide open space. and couches. then the library is about 65% outdated nonfiction, 30% pvg-y or required-reading fiction, and 5% encyclopedias. as a result, not many people end up actually in the shelves and instead spend their time with the many couches. C and I spend a lot of time in the actual library bit, so we know our way around it. being paranoid, we set out checking to make sure none of the excellently outdated books we so love [like UFOS are Serious Business! and Nuclear War: What's In It For You?] hadn't been stolen or pulled or anything.
and then I decided to get a bit creative and long story short we got locked in a fucking stairwell that, judging from the musty smell, hadn't been opened in years. I was so thrilled when the one unlocked door [besides the one that DEFINITELY led to some kind of Place To Hide The Bodies] turned out to not be an emergency exit.
I don't remember a ton from today. I shelved books for two and a half hours at my library-job. that was exciting. I also ran into this napoleon-dynamite-esque guy who stalked me in 8th grade. that was pretty freaking creepy.
edit:
me: "I saw ____ at the library today."
my mom: "how is he?"
me: "uh, good. he showed me pictures of his friends and then he took my picture. that was weird."
my dad [utilizing a jon heder voice]: "'this is a Lissa... it's probably my favorite animal'"
another edit:
from my good friend wikiquote.
Deb: What are you drawing?
Napoleon: A liger.
Deb: What's a liger?
Napoleon: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic.
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oh, but I did promise a drama update.
remember ava's epic idea [all her ideas are "epic"] about the surprise-mary-party? yeah, it's still on, but now we're going to a freaking amusement park as well. and every time I say something in the thread, she's like, "FINE. JUST GET THERE." in a way that implies she's envisioning stabbing me in the face. she does not do this to anyone else. though I will give her credit: her last facebook status was "is a little depressed", which, in her terms, means "will dismember you if you look at her".
no word on the drinky-drinky party. these people suck at planning.
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