Have you ever taken a test, that you worked so hard to study for and you just want to get through the test in peace, but still have time to go back, check your answers, and think out things clearly? I'm sure we all have. Well today I took one of those very important tests - my history final. I was doing well; I took the seat in the front of the class, because if anyone sat in front of me, with my luck, they would be very distracting and if they were done with their test before me then I'd get more nervous than I would have to be. I thought I was all set, ready to pass this test. Unfortunately for me I sat between two foot-tapping maniacs.
At first I was so intent on my test I didn't realize the distraction that was my two classmates. Then my eyes became tired of staring at the bubble fill-in sheet, and if I didn't look away I surely would have walked out of class with cross eyes. But looking up was possibly the worst decision I could have made, for then I kept seeing out of my peripheral vision the feet of the people next to me bouncing up and down with no stop in sight. How can they not notice that what they're doing is beyond distracting?!?! Maybe, they think they're the only ones in the universe trying to focus, but really they're hindering everyone else in their ability to focus. Every question I had to read over about three times before I knew what it was asking, not to mention trying to answer them! Finally one of the bouncing-foot twins decided that they should stop, and thank goodness they did. However the other one continued to shake like they were having a seizure, but only in their foot.
I tried not to think about it, and focused in on my test - but it didn't work. I tried acting like a horse with it's blinders on, and put my left hand on my head so I wouldn't have to see what was going on around me - that helped, but didn't stop the noise of the rubber shoe squeaking against the ground. Finally I became used to it after a while and gained enough confidence to finish my test. And if I may also add that I finished exactly on time; I was finishing the last sentence of an essay I had to write when the bell rang. So there! Even though you were distracting, and obviously were confused about how to answer questions, because there's no buttons on the ground to press for the right answer, I finished before you!!
If anyone reads this, thanks, for reading about a venting session for my final exam in history!
That is all
-"M"
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
A Food Fight at School? Hah, I'll Believe That When Chili Flies
Today was filled with nostalgia as everyone was walking through the hallways, in and out of classes remembering the times that were had this year. Finally, the last day of classes, which we thought would never come, is over! This day however could not be complete without some sort of mischief unfolding at some point during school. I thought it was going to be a nice and memorable day, I was right, however the latter is unforgettably true.
After babbling over our last classes, my friends and I headed to what was going to be our last lunch of the year. We walked into the cafeteria slowly, trying to breathe in all of the school lunch smelling air that we could for the last time before summer. Lunch was going great, we all had good lunches and the conversation among my friends and I was a mix of laughter from exhaustion and just random silly facts we just happened to blurt out. Then all of a sudden a banana peel came flying through the air and landed, splat on the floor in between our lunch table and the one behind it. It automatically caused a stir, and the table behind us decided to respond by throwing a role, or something of that sort back at the other table. Then it really got heated, not just because we were in the cafeteria, but because people actually got mad over air-borne food. One girl from the table that food was thrown at came over with - the worst food in this case, chilly, and said, "Whoever threw that better be ready to get chilly thrown at them." she was not taking this sitting down.
Just when things started to seem like they were returning back to normal, another food was flung across the room and everyone sort of all stood up at once. This was a time for duck and cover. You know, the history videos of kids in World War II taking cover from atomic bombs under their desk? Yeah, that's basically the choice we had, unless we wanted to risk running out of the cafeteria getting hit by who knows what on the way out. So, my friends and I took cover under the lunch table, accompanied by the ancient gum wads stuck there also, all to protect ourselves from the madness that was ensuing.
Suddenly our principle came running in and the chaos ceased. My friends and I only suffered minor casualties - a little bit of chocolate milk stains, and that was about it. We were the lucky ones. At least we didn't get smacked with chilly, or apple juice which was rumored to have hit a few people. Long story short we finished our lunch in the chorus room.
Such an adventurous day in the lunchroom! Finals are tomorrow. Wish me luck, I'll need it for the ninety minutes of chemistry testing; I'm really hoping my hands don't fall off.
That is all
-"M"
After babbling over our last classes, my friends and I headed to what was going to be our last lunch of the year. We walked into the cafeteria slowly, trying to breathe in all of the school lunch smelling air that we could for the last time before summer. Lunch was going great, we all had good lunches and the conversation among my friends and I was a mix of laughter from exhaustion and just random silly facts we just happened to blurt out. Then all of a sudden a banana peel came flying through the air and landed, splat on the floor in between our lunch table and the one behind it. It automatically caused a stir, and the table behind us decided to respond by throwing a role, or something of that sort back at the other table. Then it really got heated, not just because we were in the cafeteria, but because people actually got mad over air-borne food. One girl from the table that food was thrown at came over with - the worst food in this case, chilly, and said, "Whoever threw that better be ready to get chilly thrown at them." she was not taking this sitting down.
Just when things started to seem like they were returning back to normal, another food was flung across the room and everyone sort of all stood up at once. This was a time for duck and cover. You know, the history videos of kids in World War II taking cover from atomic bombs under their desk? Yeah, that's basically the choice we had, unless we wanted to risk running out of the cafeteria getting hit by who knows what on the way out. So, my friends and I took cover under the lunch table, accompanied by the ancient gum wads stuck there also, all to protect ourselves from the madness that was ensuing.
Suddenly our principle came running in and the chaos ceased. My friends and I only suffered minor casualties - a little bit of chocolate milk stains, and that was about it. We were the lucky ones. At least we didn't get smacked with chilly, or apple juice which was rumored to have hit a few people. Long story short we finished our lunch in the chorus room.
Such an adventurous day in the lunchroom! Finals are tomorrow. Wish me luck, I'll need it for the ninety minutes of chemistry testing; I'm really hoping my hands don't fall off.
That is all
-"M"
Friday, June 10, 2011
Do You Have The Bluest Eyes?
Do you remember when you were a child around Christmas time or your birthday and something caught your eye in a store? The colors of whatever it was twisted and twirled in your brain until it was the only thing you talked about in hopes of one day receiving it. You wanted it so much that you would do anything, even take a triple dog dare to get it. But what if the thing you wanted was out of reach - impossible to acquire. Would you go simply mad by yearning forever for the gift that can never be given? This is what Pecola Breedlove did.
The little girl wanted to be like the blue-eyed, blonde hair girls with pearl skin that she saw everyday at school. She didn't see the beauty in her own eyes that she was born with.
Is it our immature selves that want things we don't have, envying others who have what we long for? The growth throughout life seems imperative, to see things on a macro scale rather than our own little perceptions of what life truly is. Children and some teenagers may feel like they're missing something, that they're somehow incomplete; they can't see how they are uniquely special and don't have to be a cookie-cutter kid.
The character Pecola Breedlove, from the novel 'The Bluest Eye' by Toni Morrison felt this way. Eventually she drove herself to be exasperated, contstantly thinking of the eyes she wanted and the eyes she had. No one was there to tell her she was beautiful the way she was. We are stubborn though; never believing what is told to us about ourselves unless we really are able to accept it.
Little Pecola Breedlove did not except the fact that she was an individual and should be excepted. She was considered the lowest class back then - a female African-American child - if she could have only seen that she was worth something.
(This is a post about the amazing novel I just read for English class. I was given complete freedom with the assignment for it, so I chose to express or explain how Pecola acts, and how sometimes we may take things too seriously. Wanting what we can't have, and not being satisfied with who we are as people.)
That is all
-"M"
The little girl wanted to be like the blue-eyed, blonde hair girls with pearl skin that she saw everyday at school. She didn't see the beauty in her own eyes that she was born with.
Is it our immature selves that want things we don't have, envying others who have what we long for? The growth throughout life seems imperative, to see things on a macro scale rather than our own little perceptions of what life truly is. Children and some teenagers may feel like they're missing something, that they're somehow incomplete; they can't see how they are uniquely special and don't have to be a cookie-cutter kid.
The character Pecola Breedlove, from the novel 'The Bluest Eye' by Toni Morrison felt this way. Eventually she drove herself to be exasperated, contstantly thinking of the eyes she wanted and the eyes she had. No one was there to tell her she was beautiful the way she was. We are stubborn though; never believing what is told to us about ourselves unless we really are able to accept it.
Little Pecola Breedlove did not except the fact that she was an individual and should be excepted. She was considered the lowest class back then - a female African-American child - if she could have only seen that she was worth something.
(This is a post about the amazing novel I just read for English class. I was given complete freedom with the assignment for it, so I chose to express or explain how Pecola acts, and how sometimes we may take things too seriously. Wanting what we can't have, and not being satisfied with who we are as people.)
That is all
-"M"
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