I’ll just pick up where I left off. Mrs. Anderson gave us two more projects to do before the end of the year. One is a critical analysis of works that explore the same theme in different ways, e.g. the Creation from Genesis in the Bible vs. “The Creation” by James Weldon Johnson. It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to research the thing, too. We have to find someone else’s analysis of each of the six works we’re studying. That’s going to be the hard part. The length (8-10 pages) won’t even be so bad… I think.

The other project is our electronic portfolio thingie. I actually made one (sort of) last year at Flowers. We actually made it so the contents were navigable, though, using FrontPage. I don’t have a copy of it, but I wish I did. It was nice. And I really hate having to start everything late. I mean, this is my third high school in as many years. I’m always behind, I’m always new, I never know the way things work. I miss that.

I aced the World History test yesterday on World War I. I totally understood the material from the book, I know enough geography to work out countries on the map of Europe circa 1914, and Capati’s test are easy anyway. I refused to use my notes. The extra credit questions were interesting: name a song by the Jackson 5, a movie starring Steve Martin, and the river the Woodrow Wilson Bridge crosses. I picked Dancing Machine (I remember the performance with *NSync at the Michael Jackson 30th anniversary thing in New York), Roxanne (I just read Cyrano de Bergerac), and the Anacostia. Yeah, I blanked on that last one. I know books, not bridges.

I’m still kind of afraid, though, that I’m not ready for AP US History with Adkins next year. Watching all my friends suffer this year is scaring the pants off me. And I’ll be the only senior, which will screw things up. No skipping for Lindsay (not that I would otherwise. I’m not a skipper). My new mantra is “I am going to die.” And I truly believe it. I don’t know if I can work that hard, put that much time into studying history, which has never exactly come easily for me. I’m dreading it, really.

I’m very slowly finishing my power supply in Avondet’s class. See, that class makes me feel totally incompetent. I am very thankful for the help of my classmates (namely Mark and Will) for putting up with my… mechanical inaptitude. I ask a lot of questions because I don’t want to screw things up. This project, though, I am basically doing by myself. I’m still asking questions, but not as many. As such, I’ve made several mistakes so far. My solder was touching on the bottom of my PC board, I attached the wire to the wrong terminal of my switch, and I forgot to put the shrink tubing on the line cord before I soldered it to the switch. (If none of that made any sense to you, don’t worry. It only makes sense to me because I (kind of) know what I’m doing.) Mr. Avondet has to proctor the testing next week, so I have to get in there on Tuesday and see if I can finish. Maybe Greg can come and keep me company.

Speaking of which, the High School Assessments are next week. It’s another mandatory state standardized test. The subjects are all for freshman and sophomore courses, though. The teachers aren’t really allowed to tell us that we don’t have to show up for class next week (because the schedule is so screwed up, we only have 3 classes all week), but that’s what they implied. I plan to go Monday and Tuesday at the least. Gotta work on my power supply and take the first part of Dr. J’s incredibly hard final. Grr.

I’m sure other stuff happened this week, but I really can’t remember it. That is why I prefer to blog every day. There was some more good tv, and great games on Jeopardy!. I didn’t watch tonight to see who the Ultimate Champion was; I caught Lizzie McGuire instead, after piano. My piano teacher, her husband, and her son now know about Greg. I hadn’t told them, but I took my cell phone with me to my lesson, and Greg was texting me while I was playing. They asked, I answered truthfully. It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.

I watched Drumline tonight with my family. All of them. In one room. Not eating. That’s a rarity. It was a great movie, awesome music, and I had mucho opportunities to laugh at my parents’ grasp of “ebonics”, if you will. But that’s enough blogging to cover the whole week, so I’ll do the Friday Five and be done with it.

What drinking water do you prefer — tap, bottle, purifier, etc.? Always bottled. I don’t like the taste of tap water as much. My grandfather is of the opinion that paying for water is stupid. My mother, thankfully, is of the opinion that yes, she could spend less money and buy sodas or something, but water is better for you anyway. She is such a genius sometimes.

What are your favorite flavor of chips? I like Spicier Nacho Doritos (with jalapeno spices, which cause dragon breath but are so yummy), Sour Cream and Onion Utz, Original Utz, and Tostitos Scoops. I never scoop up dip with the Tostitos; I just eat em. I love chips. Chips rock.

Of all the things you can cook, what dish do you like the most? “All the things I can cook” is a rather short list. I like my egg sandwiches best: two eggs, scrambled, with cheese, on toast. Yum.

How do you have your eggs? Ha, I didn’t even look ahead. Scrambled, always.

Who was the last person who cooked you a meal? How did it turn out? My mom. She made chicken in some sort of thin tomato sauce (I like it on the thick side), and two kinds of pasta ’cause we didn’t have enough of either for the whole family. I had rotini, my favorite, but she made some spaghetti noodles, too. It was good, especially since she didn’t burn the crescent rolls.

Oh, and I was accepted into the National Honor Society. Again. I’m really surprised that some other people weren’t, though. It makes me wonder why I (with my lack of leadership and athletic anything) got in, and they didn’t. Some things I’ll just never know, I guess.

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