Some women think old men are cute, if this senario were to be switched in both gender and age, is it still accepted. You might be wondering why this is of importance. Well, my italian teacher, who is elderly, seems to have eyes for the young italian intern who is teaching our class. I don't think anyone could blame her, he is very good looking, but it's funny to see her comment on his quirks and personality.
The most recent interaction in their relationship, was when our italian teacher invited the new intern to the play we are putting on at school. I'm in it, in the background, but nonetheless still in it, so this news was exciting to me. Professoressa (our italaian teacher) even asked him out to dinner, including a fine dining experience of lobster rolls! How can you turn down that deal - dinner and a play.
Sadly, Professoressa only bought tickets for her husband and herself. Which meant that even if it meant that we (my friends and I) had to buy the intern's ticket ourselves, that was what we were going to have to do. The next day my friend bought a ticket for him and another friend of mine and I payed for half of it. We wrote a note in secret code, cursive, and put that along with the ticket in an envelope. Professoressa knew we were hiding something, and we finally gave in to telling her what exactly we were up to. She nonchalantly gave the envelope to the intern and he seemed to want to go. We'll see tonight if he actually shows! But who wouldn't? A free ticket to a great rendition of West Side Story shouldn't be passed up.
Turns out that this love story is very tragic, but Professoressa still raves over him, and probably will continue to. If there are any new twists to this story, you know I will be sure to document it.
That is all.
-"M"
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
"A secret society" Otherwise Known as Texting
From a teenagers perspective parents do not understand anything; about school, friends, and most commonly, they don't understand anything about technology. When it comes to my parents, the latter situation is what they can't seem to wrap their minds around. I guess I can sort of understand where they're coming from; when they were kids, cell phones, if they were even around, were the size of a shoe box and couldn't do half of the things a generic cell phone can do today. The thing that is most annoying, though is when a parent doesn't get the technology and becomes nervous about it. They turn into helicopter parents, always hovering, because the truth is they really can't tell the difference between texting and e-mailing.
Last night for example I was texting my friend, when my dad went into helicopter mode, and decided to ask me who I was texting. I told him, and then he proceeded to ask what I was talking about. When I answered with the general answer, "stuff", my dad went off about how secretive texting is. Even saying that texting is "a secret society", my only reply to that was a hearty laugh. I do get his point though, it is annoying when someone next to you is texting and they start to laugh - the only thing you think is that they must be talking about you.
When I become a parent, I'll probably be like him; completely over protective. By the time I have kids, cell phones will probably be even smaller than they are now, and teenagers will have become more antisocial. I can only pray that this doesn't happen, because in a way our parents may be right - what happened to talking to people? But for now, it's agitating to have helicopter parents, always in your business.
Another advancement in technology that some parents do not get is Facebook. My parents don't have Facebooks and probably never will, unless they decided to get one when I go to college which, sounds like something they would do. So when I'm on Facebook, and random people I haven't talked to in forever decide to post a picture of something they thought was interesting, my mom also finds it just as interesting. She walks into our living room, nonchalantly, and then hovers around the computer chair actually reading updates and asking me about them. Then, when I try to scroll down she thinks I'm trying to avoid showing her something and questions that too. Mom, I don't care if this person put a picture of a bird on Facebook, I haven't talked to them since I was in about third grade, so that is why I am scrolling down. Honestly, there has to be an explanation for everything I do.
Parents are entertaining, and they keep us in line. My english class can attest to this; we have a regular parent venting session, oh about once a month, where we talk about the crazy antics of our parents. They try to make sure that some of their good habits rub off on us, like making our beds in the morning, so that we will be prepared for life. But I really don't think I will ever make my bed in the morning, what's the point? Especially if it's a Monday.
That is all
-"M"
Last night for example I was texting my friend, when my dad went into helicopter mode, and decided to ask me who I was texting. I told him, and then he proceeded to ask what I was talking about. When I answered with the general answer, "stuff", my dad went off about how secretive texting is. Even saying that texting is "a secret society", my only reply to that was a hearty laugh. I do get his point though, it is annoying when someone next to you is texting and they start to laugh - the only thing you think is that they must be talking about you.
When I become a parent, I'll probably be like him; completely over protective. By the time I have kids, cell phones will probably be even smaller than they are now, and teenagers will have become more antisocial. I can only pray that this doesn't happen, because in a way our parents may be right - what happened to talking to people? But for now, it's agitating to have helicopter parents, always in your business.
Another advancement in technology that some parents do not get is Facebook. My parents don't have Facebooks and probably never will, unless they decided to get one when I go to college which, sounds like something they would do. So when I'm on Facebook, and random people I haven't talked to in forever decide to post a picture of something they thought was interesting, my mom also finds it just as interesting. She walks into our living room, nonchalantly, and then hovers around the computer chair actually reading updates and asking me about them. Then, when I try to scroll down she thinks I'm trying to avoid showing her something and questions that too. Mom, I don't care if this person put a picture of a bird on Facebook, I haven't talked to them since I was in about third grade, so that is why I am scrolling down. Honestly, there has to be an explanation for everything I do.
Parents are entertaining, and they keep us in line. My english class can attest to this; we have a regular parent venting session, oh about once a month, where we talk about the crazy antics of our parents. They try to make sure that some of their good habits rub off on us, like making our beds in the morning, so that we will be prepared for life. But I really don't think I will ever make my bed in the morning, what's the point? Especially if it's a Monday.
That is all
-"M"
Thursday, April 14, 2011
No, that extremely bright flash does not help my headache at all
Tonight I attended my school's version of American Idol. I was really looking forward to it for two reasons - one, it gave me a break from chemistry homework when I thought my brain would explode, and two I wanted see how talented people at my school are when it comes to singing.
When the doors of the auditorium finally opened, my friend and I found seats that we thought were good, turns out we were wrong. It never fails; it's always either I get someone who is tall to sit in front of me, because I'm short, or the people in back of you are annoying. Tonight I encountered the 'I'm a parent and I need to take ten billion pictures of my kid' situation. I can not tell you how much of a headache I have even now, an hour after the show, from that mom's camera. The flashes shot across the room and bounced back and hit me in the eye, with every flash, I could feel a migraine coming on. When her kid was up, every twenty seconds there was a flash, but at least there was a warning - the red light some cameras make before the flash erupts from it. Every pose, and every move the kid made on stage, flash goes the camera. Lady, I know that you are proud of your kid for singing a song on stage, but seriously, documenting it that much is a tad on the ridiculous side.
Most performances were great, some were very shocking. One kid, I'm assuming, thought the song he was singing would sound much better if he screamed it. Again, adding to my headache. The majority of the people performing did really really well, some had me singing along too. At the end, after all of the performances, a video of the auditions was shown. I was surprised that our school had the technology to show a video on such a large screen, with the internet unreliable and the network frequently crashing at school, this was shocking.
Overall our school's rendition of American Idol was done very well. They even were able to get the theme music of the actual show, which was a nice touch. After at least seventy flashes, I am going to go and try to get rid of this headache.
P.S. Will Ferrell on The Office tonight is hysterical, if your reading this now, it's still on, watch it!
That is all
-"M"
When the doors of the auditorium finally opened, my friend and I found seats that we thought were good, turns out we were wrong. It never fails; it's always either I get someone who is tall to sit in front of me, because I'm short, or the people in back of you are annoying. Tonight I encountered the 'I'm a parent and I need to take ten billion pictures of my kid' situation. I can not tell you how much of a headache I have even now, an hour after the show, from that mom's camera. The flashes shot across the room and bounced back and hit me in the eye, with every flash, I could feel a migraine coming on. When her kid was up, every twenty seconds there was a flash, but at least there was a warning - the red light some cameras make before the flash erupts from it. Every pose, and every move the kid made on stage, flash goes the camera. Lady, I know that you are proud of your kid for singing a song on stage, but seriously, documenting it that much is a tad on the ridiculous side.
Most performances were great, some were very shocking. One kid, I'm assuming, thought the song he was singing would sound much better if he screamed it. Again, adding to my headache. The majority of the people performing did really really well, some had me singing along too. At the end, after all of the performances, a video of the auditions was shown. I was surprised that our school had the technology to show a video on such a large screen, with the internet unreliable and the network frequently crashing at school, this was shocking.
Overall our school's rendition of American Idol was done very well. They even were able to get the theme music of the actual show, which was a nice touch. After at least seventy flashes, I am going to go and try to get rid of this headache.
P.S. Will Ferrell on The Office tonight is hysterical, if your reading this now, it's still on, watch it!
That is all
-"M"
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