Quotes

"YOU TRULY ARE SATAN"S SEQUINED SPAWN"

Use the force

why study when there's Star Wars?

Art Final

Finals. Does anyone actually enjoy finals? No, don't answer that.

Our Art teacher decided it was pointless to have a final for her class, which I am incredibly thankful for. What I am not thankful for is her descision to make us scrub every paint-caked, glue-covered, tape-smothered, ink-splattered surface in the classroom. Okay, I'm exxagerating. She didn't make us clean the closet. She did, however, provide us with industrial sized bottles of foul, overly orangy smelling cleaner and sponges. lovely. do you have any idea how hard it is to get acrylic paint off of wood? I didn't either. After an hour of nail-breaking and arm-numbing scrubbing, my enlightenment is far from satisfying. But we had the beatles on in the background, and friends!

When our work was deemed sufficient, we journeyed to the Performing Arts Center to watch a movie. I would've skipped if I had known it would be that depressing. Thanks for that.

Unicorns and Rainbows

A couple of weekends ago, my friend and I went to the pride parade in Boston. While we were there, we got tons of free stuff, such as stickers and necklaces and bags, donuts, and glitter thrown over us repeatedly. Plus, there was an hour before the next train, so we got to play an intense game of cards. We also got copious amounts of temporary tattoos. I stole one of my friend's tattoos because I thought it was interesting, and she sarcastically told me I had better replace it with a tattoo of "A unicorn with a rainbow tail." Guess what I found the next day while sorting through my sticker collection?

STUDMETALDEATHCRUNCH

It's nearing the end of school, and the teachers are close to giving up. In History class yesterday, my teacher literally told us to "go ahead and do whatever you want." Unfortunately, Internet was down until the last twenty minutes of class, so we were stuck playing minesweeper with the volume up really loud. After approximately an hour of small explosion sounds and increasing frustration, Internet was restored and the world was in order. Of course, the first thing one does when in this situation is to google "why is my teacher so weird." This lead us to one of those criminal record sites, which had us sign up in order to access information. No one wanted to use their own email, so we plugged in one of the middle school teacher's official school email, under the name STUDMETALDEATHCRUNCH, THEDOOMBRINGER. Would you like to receive email updates? Hell yes! Then we researched our history teacher, because why not? After ten minutes of "please wait, loading" stuff, the site finished its search. "Is your birthday really April 17th?" our teacher slowly narrowed his eyes in our direction and squinted, raising one eyebrow slowly. "Ummm..." He got up and came over to our table, puzzled look still intact. Once he saw the computer screen, his eyes widened, "that's a list of the places I've lived," he said in a mildly curious monotone. We explained, and he laughed at STUDMETALDEATHCRUNCH. Well, who wouldn't, really?

Being Home Alone

Freedom. Yes, freedom is the word. When you are home alone, you don't have to tip-toe around any of the careful boundaries society has set up in our lives. Alone, you can sing, or scream, or spin in circles without a sibling yelling at you to "shut up." And I enjoy it. Of course, it is impossible for me to get work done when i am alone. Mostly because of all the tempting electronics placed within reach. But the point is, being alone is when the creativity gets let out, so it is the best time to sit down and write, or draw, or sing, or dance, or whatever it is you find entertaining. I am slightly paranoid that someone will discover me belting out the lyrics of a song though, so I am never as bold as i wish i could be. still, it is satisfying to know i was the only witness when i was alone.

My friend and I have been learning Morse Code for fun. The other day, she was practicing during study hall. She wrote "I love Satan" in Morse code with a big heart surrounding the dots and dashes. The girl across the table looked at it, pulled out her phone, typed some stuff, stared at her, then winked. What.

What I Have Learned In History Class

History is not all that useful to the average highschooler. Nonetheless, you can learn a lot about people based on their views on history. My history teacher, for example, professes to believe that history is useful only to historians and history teachers. But in reality, its so much more. Think about it. History is more than boring facts that you memorize for a test. History is, well, history. Its the past. Without the past, there is no present. People made choices throughout history that directly affect our lives today. And I think that is magical.

Worksheets are to be taken seriously. Or so the teacher told us on the first day of class. And I wholeheartedly agree. We just take different aspects of worksheets seriously. My friends and I enjoy messing with the worksheets that we know our teacher doesn't really read. Once, we wrote aardvark every other word, I still got a 100%. After that, it was writing in haikus:

Politicians met.
General George Washington
Directed meetings.

Soon thereafter, it was rhyme. Then we gave up and just wrote stories or lyrics to whatever song readily came to mind. If I recall correctly, someone wrote about her love of chocolate, another just scribbled in a vague impression of notes, still others elongated words with extra vowels (preeeeeeesiiiiident). 100%, 100%, 100%. It was getting too easy.

It became a game. We wrote in different colors and doodled along every spare inch of the paper. This prompted our teacher to begin coloring in our drawings. Occasionally, someone would write "How are you today?" or "I like this pen." And the teacher replied. Every time. "I am just fine, how are you?" and "What's not to like?" So he must be reading them, right?

Right?

Hello.