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|Wednesday, June 1st, 2005|
|The Ultimate Test (Decisions Questioned)
This entry will not be quite as sarcastic (disappointed sigh) as the others. It revolves around a topic most likely sensitive to some but I will do my best to victimize at least one character in my story. This story is belated one day...
On the mondayish tuesday after memorial day, we filed into school wishing we were still stuffing our faces at the previous barbeque, but alas... all good things must come to an end. Four periods into the day, I dream of future lunchtime and my stomach growls. Unfortunately, one must sit through discussions on sexual feelings before satifying one's need for fuel. Regardless I take my seat and wait for something. Any something would do I was bored stiff. I have no high reputation for being a psychic, but at that moment I got my wish. As usual I'd been letting my eyes wander the room aimlessly occassionally glancing up at the teacher mimicing attention, when they fell on a sleeping classmate. No biggie I thought to myself, it was my own wish to snore loudly at Ms. Fiorello's** lecture. At the same moment I noticed this weary student with his head on his arms was beginning to slide off the table. I glanced at my friend sitting next to him wondering if she was worried about the limp body 2 seconds from falling on top of her. She seemed fairly concerned about the sleepy head inching its way at her books. Ms. Fiorello took time away from the important discussion on sperm cells to notice that someone was not paying attention to her lesson (but the rest of us definitely were...)and calmly says the students name a couple of times in order to get his attention. After she called his name the fifth time and realized it had no effect on him whatsoever, a look of panic crossed her face. None of us know for sure what was going through her head at this time. Could she possibly be thinking "Maybe this boy is not okay"? Or perhaps, "Should I be doing something about this collapsed student?". Whatever she was thinking, it took her much too long to figure it out. There was a moan or two and then a thud. My classmate had fallen of his chair and seemed to be convulsing (this is said in complete seriousness for I don't have the heart to make sarcasm out of something so serious), at which point my friend who would have been buried if she hadn't done anything bolted out of her seat and dashed several feet away. Ms. Fiorello kindly but sternly said to my friend "Help him!"... We all turned attention away from our shaking classmate and stared in awe at our teacher. The woman who made us get on the ground and practice the Bacchus Maneuver for acute alchohol poisoning, the teacher who was more concerned with health than probably her own family, Ms. Fiorello who spent most of the year trying to convince us all that she had it all together, failed or perhaps even worse, hesitated to help her own student. But it was true... The brave decisions teacher we had all grown to respect... had failed us. She proceeded to yell his name several times in a row as if it had something helped the first ten times. Thankfully this unfortunate student recovered quickly (no thanks to ms. fiorello's pathetic attempts to help)and jumped up surprised and not quite sure what had just happened to him. He was walked to the nurse by another classmate and was fine, but I can't say the same for the rest of us. The teacher who we all assumed would do everything she could to help us when we were having seizures, revealed her weakness. We'd been scarred for life.
** names in this story have NOT been replaced due to the heartlessness of the author
and the nameless friend goes by the name of Caity O'Hagen because I am sure she would like to receive some credit for her act of heroism.
Other events of an eventful day:
1) Splattering yogurt in lunch
2) 2 second fire alarm
3) the actual today-- people sleeping in front of lockers and playing cards in the middle of the corridor... the extraordinary is the new ordinary in Reading Mass. Current Mood: exhausted
|Friday, May 27th, 2005|
|The Ghetto Town of Reading (the results of a harmless drizzle)
this entry is belated 2 days but i felt the need to add this in to the many memories of the lovely Reading Public Schools.
Birch Meadow- water pipes broke. unable to heat school. all students forced to walk to feild house.
Coolidge Middle School- pipes freeze. school canceled for one day.
Reading Memorial HighSchool---->
I wander my way to 1st period stumbling up the stairs with my eyes shut and my shoes untied. A perfectly ordinary day. Destination Biology classroom reached. All prepared to take my 50 minute wide-eye nap, i plop myself in a chair. I gain 30 minutes of fake sleep time when i am rudely interrupted by the obnoxious loudspeaker.
"Excuse me for the interruption"
there is a pause. the pause lasts long enough for the teachers to assume that the speaker either fainted or decided against saying anything at all, and resume their daily lesson only to become thouroughly frusterated when the announcement is finally continued.
"This is not an emercency"---->translation: There is not a very good chance that every single one of you will come out of this alive but please do not panic, it would cause total mayhem and give us administrators a bad name.
"This is not an emergency"----> this friendly reminder is repeated to make sure we are all equally uncomfortable about what we should be expecting.
"Due to the present weather conditions, there is a water leak in the boiler room. At the rate the water is dripping through the electrical wires, we may all be electricuted in the time span of 20 minutes. Because this would be a alight inconvenience, we have resolved to instead shut down all power and avoid any casualties. Respected teachers, please turn off any plugged in electrical devices at this time. The back-up power supply would kick in but we are shutting that off as well (----> translation: we dont actually have a backup power supply, we are just saying that to pretend that this school is not complete crap)."
Bio teacher sighs, mutters under her breath and shuts off overhead that had days lesson on it.
"just another reminder, when the power goes out there will be no means of communication WHAT-SO-EVER!!!-- so please open your doors for easy access to each room. There will be no bells and no more announcements. there are 20 minutes left of this period and 8 minutes til SHUTDOWN!!"
the loud speaker clicks off and leaves us all sitting waiting for "SHUTDOWN!!"
8 minutes come and the lights go off. 12 minutes later the imaginary bell rings in my head and we all feel our way to the door. I wander to 2nd period through the dark suspicious corridor with nothing to light my way but a single orange bulb lurring above each mile or so of hallway... these lightbulbs apparently decided that the no electricity rule didnt apply to them because they were special and they went on glooming. Engulfed in orange light we treaded with our arms in front of us (zombie-pose) squinting as if it would help us see where we were going. it is good that the kids in reading all have raccoon vision, otherwise we might have been sent home.
So the adventure continues and to make a long story short, the law that the administration could not hold school without electricity meant nothing until the lunchladies discovered tha cooking required power and they could not feed us without it (violated yet another of the many education laws). So we suffered in the frost (hense the heat or lack there of) until about 11:05 when we were finally released from our prison-like chambers to wander on our own in the drizzle and find our own ways home.
There is really no need for the Highschool Renivation, we'll do just fine without it. Current Mood: drizzly
|Monday, May 16th, 2005|
|Express Yourself -a forbidden luxury
I do believe my last entry informed those who care to read this journal of mine about my disasterously crashed computer...
*short pause for emotional remembrance*
but enough of the past.
In those moments of panic I thought all was lost, but my beloved Hewlett Packard miraculously survived. Although aquiring Technical Alzheimer's caused HP to forget the strong, fearless computer she had once been, a forgetful computer is better than a scrap of metal. Rewinding back to square one, I taught HP things as if it was her first time learning them. Downloading lost software and such, fervorously working until everything was more or less the same as before the inccident. Moments before downloading AIM to complete the perfect computer, The Parents intervened.
The Parents: **high pitched squeaky scraggly mess of giberish**
Me: **blank stare**
The Parents: "Bleeeeeh blunk bloopy blah!-- Bunchirify blunk bloooo!
The Parents: "Taggitaggi wafffinoplunk!!!! Bleeniblloooney Blah! Bleahhh Blihh? Blah."
all was lost.
The Parents had decided and there was no arguing. The beautiful device formerly known as AIM more recently refered to as the BFV (big fat virus), had been forbidden. The Parents did a little research on the very famously reliable internet on how to prevent computer viruses (the cause of HP's short-lived ) and along popped a "DONT DOWNLOAD AIM ON YOUR COMPUTER OR IT WILL CRASH BECAUSE I SAY SO!" website. It is too bad that Instant messanging isnt used by millions of people each day in just about every town in the country. It is too bad that more than half of the country hasn't had AIM on their computers for decades without signs of computer viruses. *sigh* if only there were some proof out there that AIM is safe.
I walk away in defeat with nothing but a newfound hatred for the hooligan creators of the "AIM GIVES YOU VIRUSES, TRUST ME" website.
I am now an AIM Expressee. But i will not let that bring me down. I accept my new internet statis with as much pride as I can muster and I plan to start an Expressee Revolution. Current Mood: determined
|Tuesday, March 29th, 2005|
|Technological Mishap... and an evil posessed french teacher
Any dedicated reader will know that i have drastically neglected my writing duties for the past couple of weeks. Here is why.
On March 18th I was giddy as a schoolgirl typing away on my livejournal when low and behold a warning box with a skull and cross bones pops up and calmly informs me that my computer will self destruct in 10 seconds. Naturally i follow the procedure that is so often exhibited in action films these days. I sit at the desk editing the nearly finished entry and when i realize i have about 3 seconds left, i sit back in my chair for another 2, yawn, and at the last second dive for cover behind the convenient futon sitting 3 strides away. No one sits on the futon. It is apparent now that it was truely meant to protect me from exploding machines. Luckily, the timer reaches zero, my computer crashes and the that was planted in my computer who knows how many hours earlier, is disabled. Able to continue sitting mindlessly at my desk, i peer out from behind the cushions and wander over to the vacant table. i push and prod the "on button" with all of my might but my computer is and after the hundredth attempt to finger poke life back into it, i accept that it is gone and not coming back. My life was spared but the brave loyal computer payed a dreadful price.
In other news...
Today was unlike any other. I sit in French class as usual and look up to find there is only one minute left of class. Time flies when you're having fun. The bell screeches and i aim my empty waterbottle at the trashcan. I do not play softball. The weightless bottle taps Mr. Porter's overhead projector instead of the goal i had in mind. No harm done. I pick up the bottle and put it in its rightful place. I head for the door when Mr. Porter es away my Decisions binder and walks outside with it to drop it in the middle of the busy hallway. I laugh. It is just mr. porter joking around i think to myself... no danger at all, french class is full of sarcastic comments and empty threats. i was wrong.... DREADFULLY WRONG!!! as mr porter stood in the middle of RMHS corridor clutching my binder full of several loose, loose-leaf papers, something terrible happened. Mr. Porter's alter-ego (also known as Mr. Bubbles) seems to take control. Before I can stop the evil posessed french teacher from commiting a nameless deed, my binder is hurled between unsuspecting students who are sudenly engulfed in a cloud of notes on why alcohol is bad for you.
The lesson here is don't trust anyone. At any moment they could be posessed by Mr. Bubbles and turn on you. Current Mood: unorganized
|Thursday, March 17th, 2005|
|The Luck of the Irish
The color green is absent in my wardrobe. This is only a problem on one day of the year. March 17th. The day where every teacher comes in to school wearing a puke colored shirt, calls it a holiday, and still assigns homework. The day on which your non-irish nationality becomes an excuse for failing to find festive clothing in your closet. The day where everyone has an acceptable reason for disobeying parents, dare, and decisions by drinking excessively.
I spent the majority of the day trying to hide my miller-light clover clasped to my fest from suspicious teachers. This was the extent of my festivity for the day except for maybe the ripped strand of poland spring bottle wrapper stuck in my hair elastic.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to all, and to all a dreadful hangover. Current Mood: lucky
|Tuesday, March 15th, 2005|
|All Choked Up... bit by a bite
The title of this entry is entirely self-explainatory. i spent the entire 50 minutes before lunch doing exactly what id expect to be doing IN lunch... yes choking. As ms fiorello was chittering away about peer-pressure, one of my peers offered me a powerful substance that goes by the name of Snyder's Jalapeno Pretzel Bites. i swear it was against my will but with ms fiorello's back turned and my peers watching me, i had no where to turn but to the Snyder Bite. As if controlled by another force, I popped the bite into my mouth. You wouldn't think something so small could prevent you from breathing but oohh think again. The spices added to the heat of my remaining sunburn. before the thought to chew made its way through to my brain, the Snyder Bite snuck through security and made its way down my air tube without permission. if my face turned purple in lack of oxygen, nobody noticed. The sunburn has gone down but i doubt anyone would recognize any sort of color change in my face. I sat in a dilemma. One can only sit in a dilemma for so long while soffocating. Lucky for me a "fun group project" had been planned for the day and i was able to manage a squeak of a request to excuse myself for a drink of water.
Dont trust Snyder Bites
Dont eat in Decisions class and
Peer Pressure comes in many different forms Current Mood: grateful
|Monday, March 14th, 2005|
A raspberry i remain and the inflamed skin cells on my face show no signs of letting up. ive learned to ski but suffered a terrible price. Im thankful i was not introduced to ski goggles. the burning feeling rising in my cheeks all day was not entirely bad. the warmth kept me at a temperature barely below freezing while others suffered worse in the iceburg of a biology classroom. The fact that my original skin pigment is only a tad lighter made for awkward amusement. Those who were too polite to mention the red balloon sitting on my shoulders apparently assumed that i had just over exerted myself or perhaps i had a good laugh and the typical everyday flushing had occured. But no, the sun had in fact slapped me (as the french would say with a coup de soleil) and as they patiently waited for the color to fade, as it often does, a look of worry crossed their faces.. I continued to act as if nothing was wrong and enjoyed watching people fidget at the unexplained tomato face looking at them. When i was sure the person was thouroughly and embarassingly uncomfortable, i proceeded to ask if they liked my tan.
We will all die some day. I'll just die of skin cancer. Current Mood: burnt out
|Saturday, March 12th, 2005|
|Irony of Life
Its funny how one smile can make your whole day
How a few words can give so much inspiration
How one song can give you so much drive
and how one action can change your whole life...
It kind of makes life worth living.
Why wait? Current Mood: eager
|Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005|
|Dante's Inferno: Circle Eight
apparently i am guilty of fradulence and malice.
when i die i will join "the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche; the simonists, wedged into stone holes, whose feet are licked by flames,the magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers" and last but not least, the thieves, all in a place where bodies are torn apart and put back together again just so the horrible sinners like me can endure all of the torturing pain over and over and over again. Dante was a beautiful poet and a very forgiving man. Now i have something to look forward to.-- And I was worried there was no life after deathhttp://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv
abandon all hope Current Mood: doomed
|Saturday, February 26th, 2005|
this morning i woke up realizing this week i have done absolutely nothing
despite the constant napping, eating, sleeping, breaking out routine i have done nothing worth writing about with my time.
all good things must come to an end--
im trying to forget about the entire week of my life i have just wasted
good quote: "live like you'll die tomorrow"
or something to that effect
i should try that-- vacation is a real motivator for me Current Mood: motivated
|Friday, February 18th, 2005|
FEBUARY VACATION IS HERE!!!!!!!
the most appreciated time off from school next to summer and random sneaky snow days.
Plans in case someone feels like stalking me anytime soon:
1)Sunday- day in NYC!
2)Monday- watch EVERWOOD! obviously!
3)Tuesday-Wednesday- partying it up at grandma's
4)Thursday- research report for history...
HA!! Who am I kidding??
6)Sunday- mop around and complain continuously about having to return to school
Yup- I have my weekend all planned out for me Current Mood: insanely excited
|Wednesday, February 16th, 2005|
the black cow-printed cover and sturdy binding is bringing back memories of crayon drawn pictures and thousands of myspelld words. Elementary school is hard to leave behind. The blank white pages have yet to be filled with the story of my life. doctors say that writing down your thoughts before you goto sleep is supposed to relieve stress... doctors also claimed they found the cause of breast cancer and that carbohydrates are bad for you. I resolve to make this part of my daily schedule, similar to this journal and practicing my guitar... and doing my math homework..... *snigger*-- but if i enjoy it enough ill stick with it. it seems i've done okay livejournal so who knows? Current Mood: aggravated
|Monday, February 14th, 2005|
|love is in the air
happy valentine's day. that did not have an exclaimation point at the end because it was not an enthusiastic statement. roaming the halls catching glimpses of various pink hearty(not filling) balloons tied to random lockers, PDAs, and teacher flirts-- slight amusement for those who find themselves completely alone and unloved. Although However the well known motto still holds: when single on valentine's day, one can always count on mom and dad to pity and to spoil.
I tease and mock but i do miss "the special someone" i seem to lack to spend this holiday with.
Things i learned over the weekend:
1)I can't dance. (a television screen made this very clear to me) *cough ddr cough*
2)Eating ten bars of twix and half a bag of potato chips makes me sick to my stomach.
3)Da Vinci was a .
4)Staring at a 400 page book for 12 hours straight makes my eyes blur and reveals people that and things are not really there.
5)I am a compulsive procrastinator (and a compulsive liar because i already knew this and it is on this list anyways) Current Mood: lonely
|Tuesday, February 8th, 2005|
|Everwood Emision Insanity
Omg soooo Ephrem (Efram, Ephram, Efrem, Effrem, Effram, Effrim, Ephrim? ?????)might find out about his pregnant exgirlfriend presently carrying/or not/or already had his baby ORRRR he might not find out at all and Amy Abbot-his present friend will find out and be sworn to secrecy by her own father, Dr. Abbot and Ephrem's (Efram's, Ephram's, Efrem's, Effrem's, Effram's, Effrim's, Ephrim's-- ?????)father, Dr. Brown and if she does- will she break up with him in pure evil of abandoning a poor teenaged father who has no knowledge of his born/abortioned/ever even existant baby? Then what? He's bound to find out sooner or later and thanks to the nonwise stupid terribly unpaternal (inpaternal?) Dr. Brown who had to keep the worst secret EVERRR away from his unfortunate son, now the whole family or possibly even the town will be torn up about this!!! Holy Crap what has he done??!!!??? Very smart Dr. Brown, verrrrryyy smart!!
than again it COULD also be the sneaky television network attempting some sly trickery to make me (a valued viewer)watch the next episode and disappointingly discover I've been DECIEVED!!! Nothing new I must admit-- I shant be trusting WB much longer... Current Mood: teleholic
|Sunday, February 6th, 2005|
Ahhh yes the time of year when all of the insane football-crazed citizens of America unite and congregate around the neglected television set to watch hours of the best sport ever!!!!- I'm not one of them. I am however one of the many sane slightly enthusiastic tagalongs who figure "If you can't beat em join em". Besides who would miss the only day where people all throughout the country care to watch and appreciate the normally despised usless unentertaining 10 minute commercials advertising substances that kill and impair judgement? God Bless America. My home sweet home. Current Mood: psyched
|Tuesday, February 1st, 2005|
|Positive Self Talk
if i were devoted to my class of decisions this would be the space where i share with the world what i like about myself. I would go on to describe the great personality i have and finish with a small lecture on why everyone should love me just the way i am. but im feeling slightly modest. Ms. Fiorello is currently informing me on how to make smart choices in the future. my class is so exuberent! Everyone is always raising their hands to answer to challenging questions Ms. F. confronts us with. (note to reader: sarcasm is sometimes hard to catch in writing so if you are somewhat slow and a tadbit gullible, this is entirely for your benefit)
Random, completely poitless, utterly useless, slightly entertaining fact: i've recently been informed that my mother has ESP Current Mood: blank
|Monday, January 31st, 2005|
no, its not me whose been neglected.. although that would make for quite an interesting entry. im afraid ive been quite neglective myself to this poor undeserving livejournal.
in other news: i woke up today with a cold sore on my lip. yay. exciting topics and distubing images! what an entry. Current Mood: mr. bubbles
|Friday, January 28th, 2005|
|lonely friday nighter
plans for the weekend... nonexistant.
well not entirely
ive resolved to at some point goto the movies and spend two mindless hours staring at wide screen with some celebrity on it that ive already seen too many times on magazine covers and billboards trying to make a living by making me laugh, cry, scream, or produce any other human emotion resembling what i've just described.
i should definitely go into movie advertising... Current Mood: crappy
|Thursday, January 27th, 2005|
|under the weather
us americans and our funny sayings... i stayed home sick today. the weather is over me and my whole day consisted mostly of the funny after-taste you get from eating only 10 saltines and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. i slept for 18 hours in the past possible 24. i have nothing better to do than sit and wait for another 4 to recieve my second dose of antihistamines and reduce the consistent throb in my skull. Current Mood: sick
|Tuesday, January 25th, 2005|
Plan for the night:
Make rice crispie treats
Watch Gilmore Girls
Get online for half an hour
Go to bed early
Whether or not I will obey this entry is quite the mystery... Current Mood: peaceful