You Never Know,
know you don't!
| Suck, suck, suck...
What a day. Not exactly terrible, but still rather frustrating at times. Testing maybe; enduring, but not death-defying. Death-defying, as I imagine it, is probably at least vaguely interesting.
Ok, here goes:
6:37 AM - Up & at 'em!
7:23 AM - Okay, enough of that, I said Up & at 'em!
7:38 AM - Finally out the door. Supposedly supposed to be at testing room 'round 7:30 AM.
7:56 AM - Sitting down. Wait, no, taking test materials and sitting over THERE, in a reasonable desk.
8:ishAM - The A.P. Economics: Macro test begins!
9:13 AM - Breaktime! A quick dash to the vending machines for a 6-pack of Oreo cookies and a carton of milk.
9:20 AM - Back to the test for the essay portion.
10:31 AM - Macro test complete.
10:35 AM - Order lunch.
10:37 AM - Discussing Macro test with econ. teacher. Turns out I probably ruined at least one of the essays, but at least I explained and rationalized my wrong choice pretty well. (yeesh..)
10:57 AM - Fixed a lovely video for some underclassman's marketing project. Very stylish, in Wobblevision &tm; and featuring not only the date on the bottom, but the counter and battery charge indicators!
11:03 AM - Pestered by someone I didn't know to go see a teacher I didn't know about "Prom Tables" of all things...gripe.
11:08 AM - Not gonna visit during a class, no sir.
11:10 AM - Waiting for lunch. Checking out student art exhibition. Saying hello in halls to teacher whose class I would normally be in at this hour. Recieving not an answer or nod but a grumble. I guess lots of people skip a lot.
11:27 AM - Pizza arrives.
11:30 AM - Trying to get something to drink. Bloody machine. It goes something like this:
Me: The machine's got my drink.
Vending Lady (her name's Violet): Try looking under and prying open the door
Me: (after returning from machine) There's no moving parts.
V: (fishing into machine she's currently stocking) Now I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here, but here's 60 cents. You'll probably get two drinks now.
Me: There's already two stuck.
V: You bought two? (gets more coins)
Me: (after losing 60 of the cents to the machine) Here's your 60 cents back, and now there's a Slice, a Root Beer, and a Dr. Pepper stuck.
I feel pretty sure there was more to it than I remember, since it sure took long enough for her to break open the machine, get our drinks, and even longer for me to suggest that she should hold on to the DP since I didn't buy or want it.
11:45 AM - Mmm, lunch. ( I managed to sell a particularly small slice for a dollar, too! (Well, it is Econ. day!))
11:50 AM - Pointing out that through the obvious differences in handwriting, others scratched off our names and rearranged tables on the "Plan-o-gram" for their own nafarious deeds. Gr. What a big bloody waste.
12:03 - Visiting the commons, and picking up a quite scratched copy of "Breath of Fire III" for cheap on my way to,
12:05 - The AP Economics: Micro test! Let the multiple choice frenzy begin. (I still can't believe some people pay 75+ bucks to take the test, then just come in, sign it and goto sleep. What a waste.)
1:00 PM - Finished early. Yawn.
1:10 PM - Breaktime!
1:17 PM - Three more fantastic essays. The first one had a bunch o' graphs, so I made graphs. The second one was also an essay question, and the third one I turned into a short story. I talked about why the car wash company would not want to hire more than 4 workers to be super-efficient, and how since when a sixth worker is hired, productivity decreased, he was probably just the owner's kid, and the fifth worker had to pick him up all the time so he could do the squeegee or something. Then, since the fifth worker is being kinda useless, he should get canned with the kid, and so on...I hope it brightens some reader's day before they fail me.
2:45 PM - It's over. Or at least the A.P Tests are. I was probably the only student to actual go to the last 10 minutes of the last period class, but it was Economics anyway, so I thought I'd say 'hi'
3:04 PM - If this school is really my "Home Away From Home" like the sign says, then the TV Studio must be my bedroom. Work was to gotten on the special special special special edition of That's Not a Golf Cart, That's My Wife. Oh boy!
5:43 PM - Pulling into my driveway, appreciating rain drops on windshield, heading into the house, being told to mow the lawn. hm.
5:47 PM - The lawn mower is choking and gagging and dying on the wet treelawn. I pull it out to the street every so often for the clogged grass to fill the street.
5:52 PM - The lawn mower stalls, refusing to start. Why? Probably because I didn't put any gas into it before I started. Why? Probably because instead of noticing my post-it note saying "Please fill" on the gas can on the steps, the note seems to be in the trash, with the unfilled can against the far wall. Hm.
5:55 PM - On my way to fill up the gas can. Playing a song that usually causes rain. Not enough red lights.
6:02 PM - Gas can full, car not, heading home.
6:12 PM - Mowing more lawn
7:25 PM - Dinner.
This was the bulk of my LONG DAY....other features included trying to make it web-tacular.
Doesn't this seem like it should have a catchy closing line somewhere?
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