We got back from Houston a little more than a week ago. I miss being there.
Though we only placed 6th in state, I’m happy for us. The experience alone was great…even if I was rather depressed at times. But that’s just my nature.
Wednesday was rather chaotic – first we had school, though a lot of us skipped most of our classes. Worse, though, was that Jennifer and Andrew had fevers, and Jason and Rex were both sick, as well. That’s nearly half the team. As it turned out, Jennifer was too sick to take the plane ride with us, but she was able to arrive Thursday night.
Still, though, Wednesday night was scary, because I couldn’t find my luggage. Thursday morning I telephoned the airport and sure enough, there it was. But I wasn’t able to get my luggage until that night, so I spent all of Thursday really gross-like. Ew.
The weirdest thing, though, was that they would not stop feeding us! I swear I gained 5 lbs over those 5 days.
But, anyway, it was a good experience, and I’m sad we won’t be able to do it again. But, now that we have 7th period off, we just spend a good hour playing games, gossiping, or talking about prom (because if we had made it to nationals, we would have missed prom). It’s refreshing, having all this free time, now. Maria was talking about how she doesn’t know what to do with herself anymore.
I said the same, but in reality I should be studying. I’m doing terribly in school, but I can’t bring myself to care enough. I just need to pass the semester to get credit for all my classes, but even then I only really need English to graduate. Is this attitude indicative of senioritis? Or just being lazy? Are those two synonymous?
English class is terrible this year, though. I really thought I would enjoy it this year, but I don’t know if it’s the curriculum or the teacher. Admittedly, no teacher would have gotten me to read Oresteia and Aeschylus consecutively, but being in class alone is enough to arouse anger in me.
One of the annoying habits of my teacher is that she confuses the Asian girls. Passing out papers, taking role, calling on a student, there’s usually a mishap. While it has gotten to the point where we just have to stifle our laughter, I particularly resent that she cannot distinguish between me and Emilia, who I should mention is white. I didn’t think this would come up – I’m Filipina, so I don’t look East Asian. But our teacher has more than once called out Emilia, only saying “Nicole” instead, returned my papers to Emilia, and said “Where’s Nicole? Oh, there she is” after spotting Emilia. But it’s not only me. Ridiculous, no?
She really likes adages, trademark sayings, and allusions to Hawai’i. The number of times she’s said “When in Rome” has become a nuisance to me. There’s nothing particularly wrong about it, and she uses it appropriately, but I feel that she overuses it. She abuses it. Or perhaps I’m just highly irritable around her. She also fancies herself an Obama-supporter and has on more than several occasions exclaimed “Yes we can!” It’s quite obnoxious, the way she says it especially.
And then her ridiculous fixation with anything pertaining to Hawai’i. For her, “aloha” is an appropriate filler word. For anything. “I’ll be giving you guys some tough aloha, but just bustle up, and chaaaarrge on! Yes you can!”
Anyway. My calculus and physics grades are a disaster, and biology is looking to be one if I keep not turning in my assignments.
