To eliminate confusion, that latest guestbook entry is from Hope. I’ve been busy, so I have to play catch-up again.
On Wednesday, I got up early for NHS. Mornings suck. They should happen later in the day. I might not hate them so much then. The meeting was the same as the others: it started late, half the members were missing (including some officers), and we didn’t discuss anything meaningful. NHS sponsors a blood drive every year, so we have to do it, too. I don’t think they get much participation, though. You have to be at least 17, which takes out over half of the school. Most of all, you can’t be freaked out by needles. Fear aside, I don’t know if I’d be able to donate blood if I wanted to. I had my blood tested for anemia last summer, but I never found out the results.
Mr. Price seems more excited about my scholarship than I am. (Thanks for all your congratulations about that, by the way.) He’s from Pennsylvania, which I never knew. He said, “It’s good to see some of that scholarship money floating around coming here.” He’s trying to coordinate a trip up there with my family and Dana’s, but I don’t know if it’ll fly. My ideal plan would be to hit Pitt and Penn State in one day, or at least the same weekend.
We had a math quiz, which I sort of studied for. I got 100 on it, so something must have stuck. Lots of formulas this time, which makes math so much easier. I was really tired, so I was drowsy during AP US History. We discussed sonnets in AP Lit, so I spaced out for most of it. I dozed off a few times. I’ll give her one more “discussion” period like that before I spend the time reading, like Ian and Greg. Some of our other classmates were irritated because Ms. Sim told Jamesa to stop reading her prom magazine, but she lets Ian read all the time. I understand her completely. He gets A’s, he’s quiet, and when she calls on him, he has something productive to say. Jamesa doesn’t fall into that category, especially the quiet part. People just like to jump on any sort of injustice they think they see.
After school, It’s Ac was fine. I played what we call “the gauntlet” — a team with just me against a team of everyone else. I held up quite well, but I’ve been playing longer than they have. I’m not so afraid to push the button, I know when to interrupt the question, and I know a lot of trivia. Greg read, but he was biased against me. He stopped after a while, though. A few times during the game, they came close to beating me, but not quite.
I came home and fought with my math homework over Smallville and Angel before I gave up. The shows didn’t distract me; it was just tricky. Good episodes, though. It was Angel’s 100th — Cordelia came back! I won’t spoil it, but whoa. Fabulous. I never would have expected any of that. Such huge plot development in just one episode. It makes up for the ones where something happens, and they fix it, and that’s it. I was up late finishing my homework, but I’m getting used to little sleep.
Yesterday, I managed to stay awake all day. The AP Lit poetry discussion wasn’t as difficult to follow (read: stay awake during) as usual. I’ve decided to take the AP US History test. Two days of testing back-to-back might kill me, but it’ll be almost the end of the year, so I’ll have time to recover. Jarred agreed to loan me his unused book from last year. I’ll check next week and see if he won’t just sell it to me. He’ll get it back used, and then he still won’t be able to use it, so he might as well make some money from it.
After school, I went to the ROTC Bachelor Auction. I didn’t bid, though. I can carry my own books, I don’t need a ride, I don’t need a date, and I get the feeling Greg wouldn’t like it. It was great to watch, though. The highest “sale” was $45, which is astounding. Jordan came in second with, $31 (they started the bidding at $2). He came out with a rose, which I assumed he’d give to whomever bought him, but he gave it to Mykella! Ian also sold for $31 (?), Paul for $10 (to Vicki), Jarred for… I think $5, and Ricky for $2 or $3. They started late, so it took forever, but I had so much fun just watching and laughing. Michael (a senior, I think, but I don’t know him), started taking off his clothes to keep the bidding going. It worked; he sold for $25. Dominique tried to raise his haul by dancing on one of the tables, but Mr. Curtis caught him and stopped the bidding at $12. Ms. Sim showed up, camera phone in hand. Greg talked to her and said Dominique was too far away for her to snap. That’s going to make an interesting warm-up on Monday.
It started sleeting when I came home. I thought it was hail, but I guess hailstones are bigger. It’s been sleeting and raining since last night, so the ice on the roads was too much for school today. Another ice day. The poor underclassmen will be stuck in school until July at this rate. It started as a two-hour delay, but my mom called and woke me up to tell me about the cancellation. We get out two hours early on Monday for a Board of Education rally. Not that I mind short school days, but they always tick off the teachers.
Also, congratulations to Stephanie for getting a Dean’s Scholarship to UMBC! Money is money, girl. I’m still waiting for my decision from them!
Almost forgot the Friday Five: Risk.
1. What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done? Off the top of my head… confessing my crush about Mark. To Greg, no less.
2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of? Some small part of me wants to get a tattoo. Nothing big or gaudy, just small and cute. Like Rachel’s heart tattoo on the small of her back on Friends. That was so pretty.
3. On a scale of 1-10, what’s your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it’s a lifestyle) 2, maybe 3.
4. What’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky? Greg.
5. … and what’s the worst? I rarely take risks, and from what I remember, they’ve all turned out okay. Unless something so horrific happened that I’ve blocked it from my memory. The X-Files, anyone? It’s not as improbable as you might think.