My gosh. I haven’t blogged in a week. This is worse than when I went to MLW in August. I had a reason for not blogging then. Not that I don’t have a reason now, but…. Yeah.
No school on Monday. To the best of my memory (which is so-so at best), I stayed home. On Tuesday, I stayed after school for an NHS pizza sale. I was adding up my points last night. I seriously doubt that anyone’s going to get near 100 points unless they lie. Working with just Chinyere made me think. There area always six or seven people signed up for each pizza sale. I’ve only done two, but both times there was only one member besides myself. The first time, Damitra dropped by and mentioned that she usually goes down to see who’s actually working. That’s sort of reassuring, since she’s the secretary and it’s her job to keep track of points… but she didn’t show up on Tuesday. If you don’t earn the points, you shouldn’t get them. End of story. It was also very, very cold when Chinyere and I took the pizza boxes out to the dumpster.
On Wednesday morning, I had my PreCal cumulative test. I refuse to call it a midterm because that might give all the other teachers ideas. I knew I didn’t do well on it. I had to go back after school to finish it up, consequently skipping It’s Ac, but I still got a C. Not cool. I also got my Adkins paper back. I got a 97 (I think), which actually pulled my grade up to a 91. In light of the pattern school is making this year, I don’t think I’ll have time for a video project until fourth quarter. I don’t even know if I want to do a video. (Sorry, Megan.) Though it would be funny to have a group consisting of me and a bunch of Adkins vets (aka Megan, Stephanie, and anyone else who wants to join). I went out after school to get some supplies for my RP project, then actually had time to watch Angel and Smallville while I did my homework.
I got my PreCal grade on Thursday. Despite my crappy non-midterm score, I still had an A. We watched a video in AP US History on the Vanderbilts. They are one crazy family, and we didn’t even get to Gloria yet. I stayed after school to judge the sophomore science fair. I almost forgot to check in with Ms. Comerford and claim vital RP points (!). I saw Grace’s project — it was fabulous. She’s in my Geology class. She went to a shooting range with her dad and shot modified bullets into a block of clay, then examined the pattern the bullet took. She compared it to the way it might travel through a suspect shot by the police. It was beautiful. I was jealous, but not so much that I didn’t shower her with points. I gave Danelle a ride home afterwards, then went out again for RP supplies.
On Friday, my mom and I went to UMBC. We met with the director of the chemical engineering department. She was really nice and so happy and optimistic. My mom said she made her want to be an engineer. (You have to understand, my mom was once a photographer and now is a secretary. She can sew, but an engineer she is not.) I don’t think my parents (specifically Mom) can understand that I don’t want to be an engineer. I like making things. I like it even more when my things work the way they’re supposed to. It’s just not calling me, you know? Using a drill press to make a power supply will never gave me the same positive feeling that deciphering literature does. I’m an artsy person. I’m not into science, and I’m not that good at math. I can’t help but feel that I belong with books, with words. My family would rather see me clinically depressed and suicidal, but Vanderbilt rich, than deliriously happy, but only as well-off as they are. It makes things that much more difficult.
After visiting Dr. Bayles, we went to a standard info session (the presenter quoted Pirates of the Caribbean!), then took a tour. It was colder than cold out, but we got to go inside the buildings, so it was bearable. The UMBC campus is really small and centralized. They’re primarily a science school, which sucks, and 55% of the students commute, which means it’s pretty much dead on weekends). Campus was still dead on Friday; spring semester doesn’t start until Tuesday. I checked with the Admissions desk to see if they’d made a decision on my application. The receptionist told me they had. Either she’s just a naturally smiley person, or I got in. I should get my letter this week (since Rajni got hers yesterday — congratulations!). Which reminds me, I got an acceptance letter from University of Pittsburgh last week.
After UMBC, we ate lunch at Subway in the shopping center where I used to work. The gym’s 24-hours now. Tell me, do people actually want to exercise at 3am? The woman in front of us in line was being really difficult. Based on my first opinion, I would categorize her as a Loud Black Person. There’s a lot of those at school. We went by Target, where I got the last things I needed for my project, so I came home and got started.
I spent all day Saturday working on my project. I heard so much music from the radio that I wanted to smash it, and I managed to dye the kitchen counter yellow, and get blue under my nails. I washed the counter and my hands, so all was good. My skin was so dry last night, though, from being in the water so much. Dry winter air is bad enough, even though I wear gloves.
Today, I finished my project. Finally. It sucks, it really does, but it’s basically done. At least, I hope so. I took a long break, knowing I’d be done earlier than last night. Ryan’s birthday is tomorrow, but he had a pool party today at Allentown. I took the goodie bags, ate some chips, cake, and ice cream, hung out for a while, then came home to go back to my project. He seemed happy, which is good. At his age (eight tomorrow), his biggest problem is getting yelled at by my mom for not cleaning up his room. He’s getting spoiled by my giving him a ride to the bus stop when I drive. I can’t blame him, though.
Friday night, I went to bed at 11:30, totally exhausted after being up and exerted all day. Around midnight, I woke up, hearing this weird noise. I finally realized it was my cell phone ringing. It stopped, so I went back to sleep. Then it started up again, so I shoved off my heavy blankets to answer it. It was Greg (which you had to have known by now — who else would it be?). I hadn’t talked to him all day, so he was worried. I replied, “Greg, if I died, I’m sure someone would call you.” It’s the truth. We talked for about half an hour. I’ve thought before that I was half asleep while doing something, but that time, I was really half asleep.
Hope is back to blogging, with a spiffy new layout to boot. I like the fade-to-red thing for the background color. Also, I Googled and found this site, which had adorable Finding Nemo wallpaper. The Internet is a wonderful thing.
And now, after a weekend of working like mad to come up with something for RP, I am going to eat and relax. It’s supposed to snow something terrible tonight, so there’s also a glimmer of a snow day. You know how I feel about snow days.