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This week was… well, very much like other weeks. My mom made a really stupid point to me earlier, so I’m not in a great mood, but for the sake of blogging, I’ll get over it.

Today, Mrs. O’Neal had her unofficial celebration of Pi Day. You know, 3.14? Some of the people brought in pie (and cheesecake, which is definitely not a pie), and she read some from this pi book she has. I have never met anyone who truly loves math more than Mrs. O’Neal. RP and Geology were boring. I got my AP US History quiz from yesterday back — another 15 (out of 15). That’s encouraging. My grade in that class fell down to an 89, though, and the quarter will be ending soon. I’m leaning toward taking the test, pending parental approval, even though I can’t seem to get the hang of the DBQ. I’ve gotten a B+ on every one of them. I just hope I can knock my grade back up with my paper, like I’ve managed to do so far. I could handle one B, but two will screw up my class ranking, and I have no intention of letting that happen.

We had a quiz in AP Lit on the first part of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, another existentialist book. This one is much more lighthearted than The Stranger. It has those same odd existentialist qualities, though. We waste so much time in that class. I don’t blame her; I don’t have any ideas for holding our attention. It just seems like the double period is too much time for her.

Yesterday, Greg, Ian, and I finally gave our presentation on The Three Musketeers. I hate oral presentations because I get shaky, sweaty, and horrifically nervous when I know all eyes are on me. I summarized the plot, which meant there was a long period of me attempting to abridge and explain the complicated story. And Ian corrected me. More than once. I got through it, though. I don’t know how we did, but Ms. Sim likes us, so we should be okay.

I want Mr. T back. We missed the winter invitational tournament at UMD, and I don’t want to miss the spring one. It’s my last opportunity. I understand that he didn’t plan on being gone for so long, and I’m glad he’s better now. Being a captain (sort of), I’ve started watching people, thinking about who could make next year’s team. Someone like me could come along, though. I was new last year among regulars that had been around since freshman year, and I still made the tv team because I know books more than any of the others. Vicki’s getting better, and Kevin could be great if he’d show up more. Kristina has potential, too. I’m going to miss It’s Ac next year, but I’m still aiming for Jeopardy!, of course.

What else happened this week? It was windy and snowing Wednesday morning. It didn’t stick, though. I don’t want another snowstorm, I want spring! We had a taste of it last week, so now I’m quite spoiled and want the warm weather to come back to stay.

I know other things happened since last Saturday, but I honestly can’t remember anything. I do know, however, that I was otherwise occupied during my traditional blogging time. I want to get online more than anything, but I need to sleep. I need to do my stupid time-consuming homework until late hours. That’s the downfall of late school.

And now I have run out of things to say.

Friday Five: The Last.

1. What was the last song you heard? On CD yesterday, Mandy Moore’s cover of “Drop the Pilot.” Brandon was singing “My Immortal” in English, though, and I sang along, so that’s really the last one I heard.

2. What were the last two movies you saw? Easy. Legally Blonde and Legally Blonde 2: Red, White, and Blonde.

3. What were the last three things you purchased? A new watch, a CD for Greg, and some lip gloss.

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Start studying for my AP US History test Tuesday so I can get an A (or at least a higher B), take my watch back to Wal-Mart to see if they’ll adjust it, make a practice run to UMD for my interview Friday, and get the books back from the library for my History paper (and pay my fine… not cool).

5. Who are the last five people you talked to? Courtney, Ryan, my mom, Choi (on the bus), and Greg.



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