2. What is your all time favourite movie?
3. What are you reading right now?
4. What is your favourite show on TV?
5. What is the last movie you saw in the theatre?
I can’t believe it’s only Tuesday. I mean, franchement. It should be at least Thursday. If voted God, I promise that I would make every day a Friday. You can be sure that, next election, that's the platform I'm running under.
Anyhow, I got my portfolio back today. Looks like I didn’t pretty well, a mid 90’s sorta dealio. Definitely can’t complain there. I thought it was funny that the teacher told me I should go out of my “comfort zone” of humour and write something serious. Most of the stuff I write is supposed to be serious, I’ll have you all know. It just sucks. It’s only when I give up, have fun, and write something that I want to that any sort of quality comes into it.
But, you know, whatever.
I also wrote the
The best part was question #6 (b): “In the diagram, points A and B are located on islands in a river full of rabid aquatic goat.” Yes, rabid aquatic goats. I’m so impressed.
Otherwise, my life currently consists of focusing very hard on not studying for the Math 12 provincial on Thursday. I mean, compared to Calculus, it’s eeeeeeeeeassssssssy. Where could I go wrong? Plus, in spite of what I say, Calculus isn’t even that hard. Hell, it currently even makes more sense than Physics, which is a first. (That being said, I think it’s mostly due to Physic’s having gone all loopy – we’re doing circular motion.)
Unfortunately, when focusing on not studying, I can’t focus on anything else. Not even a book, or TV (DAMN, I forgot about House again. Damn). And there are only so many people to bug on msn.
Everyone else is at the Daddy Daughter Dinner Dance. This might not be so if I had any guy friends. Except I don’t. Which sucks. But let’s not go all emo.
Anyhow, the reason I’m not at the Dinner Dance is because I’m a horrible person. I told my parents that tickets went on sale, and that I needed money. They never responded. The next I heard about it was yesterday, when my father casually asked what time it was: he’d changed his flight plan. So, long story short, we’re going out for a nice dinner some other time.
Speaking of father, my brother and him are having a fight. For once I wish there was less insulation between my brother’s floor and my ceiling. Oooo...now the bro's yelling. He used the "F-word". Tsk tsk.
And that’s how things are. Overall, it’s a lot better than yesterday and I’m kind of surprised.
(Long weekend coming up! Yay!)
I hate being sad. It isn’t fun. I don’t even have a reason to feel miserable, really. I just am and I’m pretty sure it sucks.
I guess stress always does bring depression on…but really, this is ridiculous. I was happy like 15 minutes ago. I swear.
I see lots and lots of math in my future. It’s surprisingly upsetting, because I like math.
On Tuesday, I have the
Next Thursday, I’m retaking the Math 12 provincial then. It’s not going to be fun. I have to go through everything again just so I can remember a handful of silly errors I make that will lower my mark. I want to do really, really well on this. I’ll say it’s an OCD thing, but it’s probably more a pride thing. I’m not sure if I should miss the Daddy-Daughter Dinner Dance thing because of it. I don’t need to go…but if my dad wants to, I owe it to him, definitely…(for reasons revealed below).
The day after that I have a Calculus test on graphic analysis, which is turning out to be really hard. The concepts aren’t new it’s just lots of thinking or (to avoid thinking) memorizing. Bah.
After that, on May 9th, I have the Calculus AP exam. The only trouble is I have no clue how to integrate…which is half the exam. I’m going to have to make my father sit down and teach it to me. All of it. This is going to demand lots of hardness and unhappy things.
Ugh. I hate caring so much. I mean, honestly, sometimes I wonder about myself. If I viewed things rationally, I’d notice that taking the AP wasn’t a big deal. That I already’ll have no trouble getting into university (incidentally, I’ve been accepted to UBC). That I’m absolutely psychotic to be retaking the math exam. That….
What I’d really like to be doing right now is either reading or writing. On Tuesday, my mother bought me a copy of Winter Rose by McKillip. Her writing is a little too dreamy for my tastes, but it’s based on Tam Lin, so I don’t see where even she can go wrong. Yesterday, I finished the Queen of Attolia and it made me really happy at the end; Katrina says she’ll bring the next one, the King of Attolia, for me tomorrow…not that I’ll be able to read it. As for writing, there’s a school contest whose deadline is tomorrow and I’m not going to have anything to hand in which is sad because I even started a story and do actually mean do go on with it.
Anyhow, a bit of follow-up info, I did “win” the concours thingy, if you can call it that. In my category I was the only contestant. Youppi! So, now, on May 5th (that’s four days before the Calc AP) I get to out to
It’s weird this happiness and sadness thing. I don’t understand it.
It’s odd. It seems like I’m always striving for just that little corner. Last semester it was until the end of exams, then everything would be better. Last week it was till the end of Tuesday and the concours that everything would be better. And now, it’s till after May 9th. So, after that, what’s going to happen? I can’t foresee anything huge and scary…I do have only one exam in June after all…And a week and a half to study for it.
I don’t know. Maybe I do have an anxiety disorder.
I think I’ll upstairs and speak with my mother about something, anything.
…She’s on the phone.
I have come to learn a valuable lesson. Apparently, in the French language, intéressé, does not mean the same thing as interested in English. My proof for this is that sometime last semester, upon being asked, I told the teacher I was intéressé in writing a speech for the Concours d’art oratoire. As two of my peers had said something to the same effect, I assumed that no true obligation had been attached.
Anyhow, it just so happens, that, apparently, the two words have a world of difference.
I was quite boldly hunted down and told last Tuesday that I was to write and memorize a 3-5 minute speech by the following Tuesday… that is, tomorrow.
Well, I’ve written the speech. I won’t go into details, but I can assure you the French is simply atrocious. Via email it’s been sent to the teacher, but she isn’t exactly the most technological savvy individual, so I doubt it will be corrected.
At first, I wanted my subject to be “How I Failed to Avoid Doing This Competition”, but I was told that it was an inappropriate and overall negative choice. My speech is consequently about fairy tales.
Many, many thanks to Katrina for writing it with me.
I only wish she could aid me in memorization as well.
Which I should, of course, be getting around to. I also have, by the way, a physics test tomorrow, and a math provincial the following week.
It seems this entry has served it’s purpose. All I ask is that you heed my warning in noting the minute differences between French and English that may lead to large burdens.
(On the bright side, my mother and I have purchased tickets for Tosca on the 24th!)