Archive | September 2012

Well there go my shorts…

That title… please don’t judge. It was the first thing that came to my mind, and it’s too funny to change…

Anyways, it’s my dad’s birthday party today, and he invited a bunch of work friends and family friends and such.

Let’s just say I AM NEVER HAVING KIDS. Or adopting them… which is what I would do.

Reason 1. They are so energetic (or maybe it’s because there were 3 of them?)

Reason 2. They take your shorts. Okay, maybe I should tell you the story first. It’s not as weird as it sounds… so the kids that came over to our house are 3, 4, and 6 (I think) and they are crazy/energetic. And apparently one of them is having issues with potty training… because he totally went to the bathroom… all over our bathroom. Oh dear Jesus, that sounds way worse than it is. It was just all over the rug that’s in there. And all over his pants. So he had to borrow some shorts, and since he’s 3, the only ones I have that would fit him are these tiny ones that magically fit me, that I wear underneath my uniform skirt. And they came down to his knees… let’s just say these are spandex-type shorts… not very long. Especially because they’re like size 8 girls (HOW DO THEY FIT ME?!)

Anyways… that’s pretty much the most exciting thing to happen to me this weekend.

JUST KIDDING! I had my band seating auditions today, and I thought I did really good, except for one section that I had played a total of three times… and I totally failed it. Which is why it’s amazing that I got 8th chair out of 18 cellos. Pretty awesome.

Until next time, Em 🙂

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Welcome to IB, people

Have you ever heard of the IB? It stands for International Baccalaureate (when I tried to spell it Bacchauloriate, it said I was wrong and suggested “Chateaubriand” as a replacement…), but people at my school swear it stands for International Bitch-Slap. And I completely agree.

I knew Junior Year was going to be harder than Sophomore Year… it’s pretty obvious when you look at how my Sophomore  English teacher grades (you could say the sky was blue and he would say “that is a great observation”), and how the Junior English teacher grades (I don’t have her yet, I switch to her half-way through the year; if you’re lucky you get half your paper covered in red pen. If you’re not lucky… the whole thing is covered)

Seriously, though? I just got an International Bitch-Slap right in the face…

I used to like math class (I still do… just not IB)… then came the first test of the year. Financial Math. I thought I did pretty good, and then we got our tests back. Our teacher told us that the class average was 75%… and let’s just say the school average is around 95% ON EVERYTHING. Our teacher also said that 75% was a good grade, that it’s average.

We all freaked out, thinking, at our school, 90% is a “failing” grade.

And then our teacher told us how she converted our percentage grade to our “IB grade”… by the way each problem is worth 2-6 points, 1 point for Method and 1 point for Answer for each part of the question

1. The test is out of 50 points. Let’s say I got 27 points right.

2. First you multiply the score I got by 2 to get my percentage (54%)

3. Then you take the square root of that percentage (7.35)

4. Then you multiply that by 10 (73.49)

So in reality, I should have gotten a 54%, but I got a 73.49% instead… great.

After that terrible class (which consisted of 2 long note-worksheet things that took 90 minutes after the terrible test results), I had English. AKA the worst class ever. We’re reading The Metamorphosis right now, and let’s just say that book sucks. So we were writing our essays during class (it was assigned one week before it’s due – Junior year for you), and I forgot my book at home. So Lana and I e-mailed back and forth funny things, like this book, which is a journal for your cat. I about busted a gut while reading the description. The company also makes a Jane-A-Day Journal, where a Jane Austen quote is featured every day. Pretty awesome.

Until next time, Em 🙂

Only at my school…

So get ready for this. Get your headphones out and get ready for a lot of laughing. Now go watch this video. During lunch, my friend asked me if I had seen it, and then she started singing it… let’s just say I almost pissed my pants. And then she showed me the video, and it got worse. Then right before class started (during lunch) my friends and I went into one of the classrooms and watched it, and when the teacher came in we were all laughing and shut the laptop really quickly because let’s just say… it’s not teacher-friendly (don’t worry though). And then he ran over to the laptop and tried to open it… only at my school 🙂

Also, my band seating auditions are tomorrow… so nervous!

Here’s the songs I’m playing

Delibes, March and Procession of Bacchus – 1:29 is my favorite part

Beethoven, Symphony No. 1, Allegro Con Brio – 2:06 is where we start

Handel, Largo – So slow

Until next time, Em 🙂

…what is happening right now?!

So I woke up today, wondering if I had a new message from that adorable-guy-that-I-used-to-know-and-have-met-again… let’s call him Cole.

Well let’s just say that now he has to be called that adorable-guy-that-I-used-to-know-and-haven’t-met-again-but-I-met-his-look-alike-who-is-pretty-perfect-if-I-say-so-myself

Because I was talking to him, and well, I learned that the guy I met at curling camp? HE’S NOT THE ONE THAT I’M TALKING TO RIGHT NOW. Here’s how it went down:

E: “Well this is awkward…..” (mentioned in last post about my failing at talking to guys)

Cole: “Tell me about it. Anyways how are you?” (the fact that he used the word anyways, which is probably my most-used word on my blog… moving on)

E: Pretty good, but really stressed…. ugh school. Anyways I got in to the orchestra I wanted to get into which is really exciting, but we have seating auditions this Saturday (to find out where we sit in the orchestra) and I feel like I’m going to be the worst one

Cole: “No, you’ll be fine. I don’t play an instrument. ;)” (THE GUY FROM CURLING CAMP PLAYED PIANO WITH ASDFJKL SKILL… OH MY WORD) (Also, what’s that “;)” about?! I need helppp)

E: “Ugh I sure hope so… I’m practicing all my pieces like crazy… so how are you” (changing the subject haha)

I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to fail more than I just did

A typical conversation between me and the guy I like:

E: “Hey what’s up”

boy: “Homework”

E: “That sucks. There’s a huge jump between sophomore and junior year. No procrastinating anymore”

boy: “Wait… you are a junior?”

E: “Yeah and I already have senioritis -_-”

boy: “I am a sophomore…”

(why he said this I have no idea)

E: “Yeah I’m aware…”

boy: “… okay…”

E: “Well this is awkward……”

Dear lord, no wonder I’m forever alone.

Until next time, Em 🙂

Guys really need to get a clue…

First order of business… why do guys never respond to your messages? Like, you’re having this conversation and you’re waiting for a response but it doesn’t come for two days… what’s up with that?! Except for when you’re talking to your guy-friend and you couldn’t care less about the topic and he texts back in 30 seconds. That is the only exception.

Second order of business… there are some very strange guys in band. So maybe you remember Cody? Or… maybe not. I was going to set him up with Shelly, but yeah… that didn’t work too well because (1) I never talk to him and (2) he’s like 5’10” and I’m 5’1/2″… yeah. So he sits up in the first row with me (not the same instrument, but right next to each other), and we were talking before rehearsal started. I always bring in my dinner because I have to get it right before band and I don’t have much time, so I just eat some of it in the car and at band, etc. So last week I brought samosas from my friend’s parents’ restaurant… so delicious. Anyways, last week he was all “can I have some” and I was all “get away from my samosas! They are delicious and all mine!” And this week I had bubble tea (with the jelly, I practically throw up if I get the tapioca) which was delicious btw, and he was asking if the place I got it from was good or not. Pretty normal conversation, yeah? Well, it was not that normal from there on. During break-time, he was talking to me and his stand-partner about how soft his hair is (it’s pretty soft, but he uses gel so you know… anyways) and then he was talking about how his pants were apparently skinny jeans but they weren’t that skinny… yeah he is very strange. Moving on.

Third order of business… male teachers should not be allowed to wear biking shorts on school grounds. I don’t care how good looking you are, guys should never be allowed to wear shorts that short and tight and spandex-y. Never.

Fourth order of business… last year in English class for our final project, we had to write poems and paint a picture to go along with it. I totally BS’d the poem, writing it the night before it was due. I thought it was pretty good, because I fancied it up so it looked like a tree and I even colored it so it looked like branches and everything. Over-achiever, I know. Anyways, some of our class turned it into the National Poem Society or something like that to enter a competition to maybe get published in their newsletter. Well I thought, why not? It’d be pretty cool to get published. So I turned it in and completely forgot about it until a few days ago, when a letter came in the mail, saying that my poem was being published! Of course I forgot all about it, so I was really confused when my mom asked me why I was getting my poem published… anyways. Maybe I’ll upload it sometime.

Until next time, Em 🙂

This makes me wonder how upperclassmen viewed us when we were freshmen and sophomores…

So when I walked into the bathroom ten minutes ago, I was bombarded by five or six sophomores just hanging out in there… now this is a pretty normal thing to happen, as I go to an all girls school. But at 3:45, after school has ended? I don’t think so. I’m pretty much the only person here after 3:30; my mom picks me up at 5:30 every day… it’s actually pretty nice because I can get my homework done in a quiet environment.

When I gave them a weird look, one of them proclaimed that they were having a “water party”… no joke. This is the future of America, people. Move to Canada if you have any brains at all.

So this made me wonder, how did the juniors and seniors view our grade when we were underclassmen? They must have been pretty weirded out by us, because our class is strange, to say the least. I made a pie chart to show our strangeness.

Until next time, Em 🙂