Just Writing to Write

Again no clue of what to put down tonight. This entry might not be especially favorable to read for entertainment.

Straight to business:
My day began at 7:20 AM, a little later than usual, but still all right. Made it to school more or less on time, didn't really matter, got a pass in and my first class is so chill you really don't miss anything anyway. I've been using CAD to draw a keyboard, and it's basically a write by what you see type of thing. I'm not the most innovative or aware of the program, so I wasted what were the last two days of last week manually drawing each letter. Frankly, there's an easier way as always which the technologically-gifted senior next to me was able to think up in a matter of seconds. Quite plainly, I could have typed in the characters on the keyboard. And I thought I was genius for thinking to copy and paste the outline of the key every time.

Had he not been taking a vacation in Vegas, celebrating his acceptance to Drew, I probably could have accomplished what took me two days in somewhere around two minutes. My work load significantly decreased and I might even be able to complete the whole keyboard now. He's awesome that way, in a I-literally-know-it-ALL kind of way, he knows his stuff and he gets it done. He doesn't mind giving advice, making recommendations, or providing criticism, all of which occasionally comes brutally with the utmost honesty. Very helpful, but I always feel a little stupid once I realize I haven't been working as fast or efficiently as I could be. It doesn't help that it's a class you can't take seriously. Great teacher, one of the most relaxed and helpful teachers in the world, but he lets you do whatever you want to. The class is what you make of it. Just like life.

Next came the latest development in the Snowman-Gobo story. Gobo realizes what he's done is hurtful and sets out to find Snowman, while Snowman searches for "someplace warm" so he can end this all before it gets any worse. What a tearjerker, right? It's cool too because as I've gotten more familiar with the program, not only can I work faster and make more optimal use of its functions, but I can also utilize some natural cinematic ability. Expression is easier when you've got a decent medium to pass it through.

Luke Rosica, who sits next to me, is developing a Bat Scratch story. I love it, and have enjoyed some positive influence on its twists and turns. It starts out as a nice little kids' story with Scratch playing around with a recently befriended bat: soccer and basketball and a dramatic goodbye on the beach set up their friendship in a sweet and touching manner. Their friendship is beautifully simple, and you look forward to them having fun together in the good times to come. Upon invitation, Bat politely turns down a sleepover with Scratch claiming that he has some "business" to take care of. Scratch is mildly disappointed, but altogether okay so he goes home and looks forward to seeing Bat again the next day.

Unfortunately, he returns to find Bat dead. Sorry to be blunt, but that's just the way it happened. Scratch, infuriated that this was allowed to happen, takes up arms and becomes Bat Scratch, vowing to hunt down the ones that committed this atrocity and beating the garbage out of them one scene later. He basically goes and ninja-slaughters them (with awesome real-life stunt double http://yourownvet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/cat_vs_dog.jpg) before encountering Bizaro: a virtual clone that's bent upon destroying him. Unfortunately a witness shows up and Bat Scratch is left to run away, with Gary Oldman commenting on this irony in a very Dark Knight-eque type of way. The whole dialogue is that way, it's pretty cool. I'm excited to see where Luke takes it. He's a great Scratchmaker, an awesome buddy, and an excellent storyteller.

Chemistry was naptime. From what I could gather, we were going over the same old stuff and it's something I'm comfortable with and I'm reasonably ready to be tested on. The nap was much more beneficial =).

Spanish was standard. We didn't really do a ton other than review verb tenses. There's a test tomorrow on vocab and stuff, but I almost always do well on these so I'm not concerned. No biggie, it'll just come down to reading the questions and filling in the right answers. It's really that simple.

Next was English. We talked over A Rose for Emily, one of the creepiest, scariest, psychotically disturbing pieces ever written, and it doesn't help that it was written by the Dark Romantic William Faulkner. Who thinks up a story about a woman killing her fiance and continuing to sleep next to his corpse for years. We also got our essays back, on which I got a 90. Not worth the wait, I honestly wish it was better.

Lunch was bland as nearly always. I had baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, two milks, and a grape juice. Although this may sound good, the quality of these items would tell you differently. Sure, it's a good idea and traditionally good food, but the way they prepare mostly just serves to destroy the good in it. They can't really mess up the juice and the milk, but they sure do their best: selecting only the cheapest and least tasty of products. Only the worst for our cafeteria's students, they must say. It hardly filled my belly.

PE was tough with a messed up toe, but I played goalie and did reasonably well. I blocked almost all of the shots and we dominated the match. We play sophomores v. juniors, neither of us try very hard, but we still dominate. It's fun.

History was cool. Just sit back, go over some historical documents and concepts, learn the roots of some of our world's political concepts and basically just listen to story time. Mr. Singerline is very entertaining.

PreCalc wasn't very fun today. I'm not a math or science person, so it obviously doesn't click for me anyway, but it's the worst when you're sure of an answer that turns out to be wrong. Then you feel like an idiot when you get called on, give the wrong answer, and get shut down. Oh well. Doesn't really matter anyway. There are three people who use PreCalc in the world; two where it is used: higher math students, higher math professors, and electricians. Both are confined to small, claustrophobic arenas of pain and suffering: cubicles and math classrooms. You power through, get out, and move on with your life. That's all there is to it.

It's really rather simple.

Then you head into the library (unless it's closed by a faculty meeting like today) or find some other place to work, murder your homework, hide the bodies in your backpack, go get a lift, head home, chillax, and get ready to do it all over again. Thus the cycle of student life. It's times like these that make me want to grow up and be independent already. Leave me alone, escuela!

Some academics are fascinating. Some not so much. Others are decent. Others not so much. There's beauty everywhere, but school's one of those places where it's harder to find.

And you know a Monday's bad when it feels like a Thursday. This week might be long.

Anyway, good night, peace out, and try to get through if you're a student. If you're not, look back and laugh. You made it and it's probably not even that bad.

Night night, My Written Essence..