I learned something today: sixty-five percent of the drama club at my school are devout Whovians. How fortuitous that I happened to attend the first informational meeting today to find that out. One of the juniors I met even hinted that she and a friend would be initiating a Doctor Who club as soon as they got a sponsor. Finally, a place where my ample supply of nerdy t-shirts will be appreciated.
So that makes three: marching band, drama club, and anime club. Three extracurricular activities that I have gotten involved in at my high school. Perhaps now all of the sermons about the importance of getting involved in as many activities as possible will cease. Technically, anime club hasn't had their first meeting yet, but I plan to join in. I've been a proud otaku for about a decade now (it began with weekdays morning episodes of Pokemon before preschool).
Overall, I think that I've adjusted well to the high school environment. I haven't gotten lost once or been late to any of my classes, I have a lunch group, and I'm tolerating marching band as best I can until I can once again return to playing my beloved oboe. You can laugh, but it took me four long years of renting to own that instrument, and I can play a kickass solo.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Marching Band: A Tale of Exhaustion
Ever just sat down and suddenly all you want to do is take a nap? I experienced this entering the school cafeteria around noon, having just returned from band. At my school, the first quarter of the year is the marching season, much to my distaste, especially since as a double reed player this means that I'm stuck hauling around a bass drum for six weeks.
Now, despite my eagerness to rest at midday, I was forced by academic obligation to go through world cultures, gym (in which we were forced to perform the unGodly horror known as the PACER), and geometry. My return home was downplayed by my amount of homework, and the impending three hour band practice that would begin at five thirty.
In short, I can barely feel my legs.
Now, despite my eagerness to rest at midday, I was forced by academic obligation to go through world cultures, gym (in which we were forced to perform the unGodly horror known as the PACER), and geometry. My return home was downplayed by my amount of homework, and the impending three hour band practice that would begin at five thirty.
In short, I can barely feel my legs.
Blogging from Bio (Not Really)
"Time - 8:14 AM
Class - Biology Honors
And don't you just love that cheesy title alliteration?
At this point, I am writing entries by hand in my biology spiral so that upon my arrival home at the end of the school day, I may type it up to be posted online. Because I'm special like that. So let's get this train wreck a-rollin'.
Today has been the first morning since I started high school (last Wednesday) that I did not wake up at five AM, take a shower, get dressed, make and eat breakfast, then fall asleep on the couch in my front parlor until 6:50, when I have to leave to walk to my bus stop. Instead, I spent the 20-30 minutes of my time that would usually be occupied by sleep watching the end of "Flesh and Stone" (the Doctor Who series 5 episode I had begun watching the night before) on my laptop. Using our upright piano as a desk. Hell to the yes.
More shall perhaps be written later, if I get bored in another class. Ciao."
This is what I did this morning. And it was well worth my time.
Class - Biology Honors
And don't you just love that cheesy title alliteration?
At this point, I am writing entries by hand in my biology spiral so that upon my arrival home at the end of the school day, I may type it up to be posted online. Because I'm special like that. So let's get this train wreck a-rollin'.
Today has been the first morning since I started high school (last Wednesday) that I did not wake up at five AM, take a shower, get dressed, make and eat breakfast, then fall asleep on the couch in my front parlor until 6:50, when I have to leave to walk to my bus stop. Instead, I spent the 20-30 minutes of my time that would usually be occupied by sleep watching the end of "Flesh and Stone" (the Doctor Who series 5 episode I had begun watching the night before) on my laptop. Using our upright piano as a desk. Hell to the yes.
More shall perhaps be written later, if I get bored in another class. Ciao."
This is what I did this morning. And it was well worth my time.
Monday, August 29, 2011
World of Beginnings
Greetings, one and everyone. Here begin the random writings of one geek, nerd, etc. who, just two days ago, received a brand-spankin'-new laptop computer, after her last crashed about a year and a half ago. Though, having just started her first full week of high school, her first real opportunity to spend an unhealthy amount of time on the internet was today, after the completion of her academic duties. And she thought, "What better way to initiate a new computer than by the instigation of my very own blog?"
Yeah. In so many words, that's what happened when I came home from school today. When my homework was finished, I was quick to turn on my laptop and check my email, watch Doctor Who on Netflix, read some stuff on MangaFox, and find the nerdiest images possible for my user picture and desktop background (which are, respectively, a cartoon scrubbing Dalek saying, "Exfoliate!" and a drawing of Syaoran, Kurogane, and Fai). This has been occupying my time for the past... *checks clock* four hours.
I now sit in my room, typing this and listening to "Sad Man with a Box," track 59 on the Doctor Series 5 OST (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzOhu24WNbE&feature=autoplay&list=PLBAB754D722C6FF8E&lf=autoplay&playnext=4), while I pretend to conduct the crescendo at 1:57. 'Cause I'm just that cool. And I use my time wisely.
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