Sunday, October 7, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
UConn visit...
Today I visited UConn for the 1st time. It's my top choice! It was so exciting, or "invigorating" as they kept saying at the opening meeting. I want to major in biomedical engineering. It's pretty up-and-coming but also it's really the future. It combines computer technologies and circuits with medicine. For example they're developing cancer detection technology to be able to detect ovarian and breast cancer earlier. Also another application they showed was Oscar Pistorius's artificial running legs, and automated glucose diabetes meter. It was so cool! I'm such a nerd. One of the biomed profs told me there's about 100 students/year. And the way biomed works is after sophomore year it breaks into 4 tracks: biomaterials, biomechanics, biosystems, and bioinformatics. Bioinformatics is apparently by far the hardest. Last year 1 student took that track, this year 3. Sounds like a lot of math and a challenge. It's calling my name.
More on UConn later. Because it's amazing and I love it!
More on UConn later. Because it's amazing and I love it!
LICENSE
16 and reckless. That's me. On September 28, 2012 I got my driver's license. Clear roads bitches I'm legal! Ha it only took 2 tries...
The first time was just like meh. On the way to the testing facility (I didn't take it at an RMV/DMV because they were so heavy booked over the summer) I drove over a crow. According to my mother, that's bad luck. And I am crazy superstitious. Yes, it in fact was a bad omen. September 15, 2012 I failed my 1st road test attempt because I "didn't look out the back window enough during parallel park and straight back up," said the frigid bitch. She was mean and had failed 3 people before me, clearly she either had a fight with boyfriend or is bitterly single, either way she took it out on her job. I went home severely disappointed.
Less than 2 weeks later I went home elated. This road test, though, had so many bad omens that I can't believe I passed. This time I took it at the RMV, but I was going up with my driver's ed school in the driver's ed car. My appointment was at 9 am, so the instructor was so supposed to pick me up in front of my high school at 8 am. She was also supposed to take up a boy with me, an attractive baseball playing boy, but that's beside the point. So we waited in the pouring rain, yes it was lovely weather for a road test, until 8:25. She said, "it slipped my mind." My mother ripped the driver's ed school a new one. But anyway we pull up into a reserved road test parking spot at exactly 8:58 in the brand new driver's ed car (the old one was totaled...another bad omen?). There were 2 examiners that day: Paul, an older gentlemen who was seemingly strict, and Al, a younger, looser guy. Luckily both the boy I was with and I got Al as an examiner. He generously passed the boy. And gladly passed me. In fact he said, "I can't figure out how you failed last time. You drove absolutely perfect. If the rest of my day goes as good as this test, I'll have an amazing day." Made my day. The one good omen I did have thought was I wore my underwear that says "MAKE MY DAY" on the ass.
The guy and I also bonded. Well kind of. We talked a little bit. We were more than civil less than flirtatious. Enough for me. He's a baseball player. That means 1 thing. THE PANTS. <3 Who doesn't love baseball pants?
The first time was just like meh. On the way to the testing facility (I didn't take it at an RMV/DMV because they were so heavy booked over the summer) I drove over a crow. According to my mother, that's bad luck. And I am crazy superstitious. Yes, it in fact was a bad omen. September 15, 2012 I failed my 1st road test attempt because I "didn't look out the back window enough during parallel park and straight back up," said the frigid bitch. She was mean and had failed 3 people before me, clearly she either had a fight with boyfriend or is bitterly single, either way she took it out on her job. I went home severely disappointed.
Less than 2 weeks later I went home elated. This road test, though, had so many bad omens that I can't believe I passed. This time I took it at the RMV, but I was going up with my driver's ed school in the driver's ed car. My appointment was at 9 am, so the instructor was so supposed to pick me up in front of my high school at 8 am. She was also supposed to take up a boy with me, an attractive baseball playing boy, but that's beside the point. So we waited in the pouring rain, yes it was lovely weather for a road test, until 8:25. She said, "it slipped my mind." My mother ripped the driver's ed school a new one. But anyway we pull up into a reserved road test parking spot at exactly 8:58 in the brand new driver's ed car (the old one was totaled...another bad omen?). There were 2 examiners that day: Paul, an older gentlemen who was seemingly strict, and Al, a younger, looser guy. Luckily both the boy I was with and I got Al as an examiner. He generously passed the boy. And gladly passed me. In fact he said, "I can't figure out how you failed last time. You drove absolutely perfect. If the rest of my day goes as good as this test, I'll have an amazing day." Made my day. The one good omen I did have thought was I wore my underwear that says "MAKE MY DAY" on the ass.
The guy and I also bonded. Well kind of. We talked a little bit. We were more than civil less than flirtatious. Enough for me. He's a baseball player. That means 1 thing. THE PANTS. <3 Who doesn't love baseball pants?
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Powderpuff: Ladies Football 20-12
Friday September 21, 2012 was the rebirth of the Powderpuff football game at my high school. I, of course, was coerced into playing. Being the juniors, no one expected us to win, or even score because the seniors were "stacked and jacked". 2 seconds into the game the seniors scored twice back to back but didn't get any extra points. So the score was a lovely 12-0 seniors. I didn't dig it. I went out as running back, demanded the ball, ran a 65 yard touchdown. AND we got the 2 extra points. Suddenly the massive lead was on 4 measly points for the seniors. I ran some more yardage but didn't get another TD in the first half, neither did anyone else on the junior team. At half time the score stood 12-8 seniors because the defense had picked up and shut out the glorified seniors. 5 minutes into the second half, our QB ran and scored, all of sudden us lowly, weak juniors were winning. We had the lead would never relinquish it. With less than 2 minutes left we had the ball and a final chance to increase our 2 point lead to and 8 or 10 point lead. 3rd down and 10 I ran in our final touchdown leaving the seniors with about 30 seconds to try and tie our 20 points. Everyone thinks the ref (a teacher who hated half our team) either can't tell time or wanted the seniors to win because their 30 seconds was more like 3 minutes. But in the end the seniors couldn't answer our 3 touchdowns (2 of which were all me). I had 12 points, matching the entire senior team and leading the juniors to the unexpected victory. 20-12 Juniors. (Funny that the score was 20-12 and it's Powderpuff 2012)
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Beating the system
At the end of every year you're sad to lose the teachers you grew close to, yet ecstatic to never have to deal with the ones you hated. That is, unless you get the same teacher you hated freshmen year again junior year. Lucky me! I got the only teacher I really hated in high school again. And it's a mutual feeling...
There was an incident freshmen year after school. I was talking to my friend across the hall while we were at our lockers that were maybe 15 feet apart. We were discussing our English teachers, and I not-so-subtly voiced, "I HATE MY ENGLISH TEACHER!" Luck would have it he stepped out of the bathroom right near my locker at that very second. He cryptically said, "hello." And I knew he heard.
August 1st I got my schedule. I loved every class, the teachers, and the people in them except for first period English. The class was full of people I didn't care for and of course my good ol' buddy ol' pal Mr. B.
I started having moments of anxiety where I thought he would just fail me and that one class would ruin my GPA. I walked in on the first day and realized he hadn't forgotten that encounter freshmen year.
Changing teachers because you don't like them is impossible at my school without an appeal during the summer. An appeal requires you to write and essay and plead your case to the school board. Guess who didn't have to do any of that!
I have the counseling department head as my counselor, so that's an advantage. I stumbled into his office towards the end of the first day. I told him how Mr. B didn't like me and made me feel awkward and uncomfortable. And just to sell it, I nearly cried. He said he'd see what he could do...
A day later I walk into his office, "I had to pull A LOT of strings," he said. From that moment I knew I beat the system. "If other students had asked the English coordinator would have refused immediately but it's the way you've conducted yourself over the last two years and yesterday that sold her. You never complain about anything so for you to complain it must be pretty bad." Well thank God I felt too awkward to complain about things as a freshman and just didn't care sophomore year! I'm not sitting happily next to my two best friends in Mr. C's first period English. Nothing on my perfect schedule got touched. Destroyed the system.
There was an incident freshmen year after school. I was talking to my friend across the hall while we were at our lockers that were maybe 15 feet apart. We were discussing our English teachers, and I not-so-subtly voiced, "I HATE MY ENGLISH TEACHER!" Luck would have it he stepped out of the bathroom right near my locker at that very second. He cryptically said, "hello." And I knew he heard.
August 1st I got my schedule. I loved every class, the teachers, and the people in them except for first period English. The class was full of people I didn't care for and of course my good ol' buddy ol' pal Mr. B.
I started having moments of anxiety where I thought he would just fail me and that one class would ruin my GPA. I walked in on the first day and realized he hadn't forgotten that encounter freshmen year.
Changing teachers because you don't like them is impossible at my school without an appeal during the summer. An appeal requires you to write and essay and plead your case to the school board. Guess who didn't have to do any of that!
I have the counseling department head as my counselor, so that's an advantage. I stumbled into his office towards the end of the first day. I told him how Mr. B didn't like me and made me feel awkward and uncomfortable. And just to sell it, I nearly cried. He said he'd see what he could do...
A day later I walk into his office, "I had to pull A LOT of strings," he said. From that moment I knew I beat the system. "If other students had asked the English coordinator would have refused immediately but it's the way you've conducted yourself over the last two years and yesterday that sold her. You never complain about anything so for you to complain it must be pretty bad." Well thank God I felt too awkward to complain about things as a freshman and just didn't care sophomore year! I'm not sitting happily next to my two best friends in Mr. C's first period English. Nothing on my perfect schedule got touched. Destroyed the system.
Friday, August 17, 2012
schedule!
Scary...
1(A-F) English III AE
2(A-F) Trig AE
3(A-F) Spanish IV Honors
4(A-F) U.S. History II AE
5(A-F) Chinese III Honors
6(A-F) LUNCH
7(A,C,E) Peer Tutoring
7(B,D) 8(A-F) Chemistry AE
1(A-F) English III AE
2(A-F) Trig AE
3(A-F) Spanish IV Honors
4(A-F) U.S. History II AE
5(A-F) Chinese III Honors
6(A-F) LUNCH
7(A,C,E) Peer Tutoring
7(B,D) 8(A-F) Chemistry AE
Monday, August 6, 2012
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