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    :: Wednesday, October 08, 2003 ::

    It was a good day, then an unbelievably good day, then a whatever day...and then...YEARBOOK.'

    We had a lecture in US History, and I kind of drifted into that phase where you aren't really tired, but your eyes just won't stay open. Anyways, the groups in US History have been the same the entire year, but we started out with six people: Darcey, Haley, Jana, Amanda, Chris, and me. Then Chris was put in another group, then Jana left, and then Amanda left today. So we're down to three. So Joyce goes to another group and moves the nonexistant student who shouldn't even be in AP into our group. So it's as if we STILL have three people. I was reading out of the textbook about there was a minor skirmish between the British and the French in Egpyt, and he asks me if this was the Napoleonic era, and I said maybe, so he asks, was this Trafalger? Unless Trafalger took place in Egypt (Duh...no) no. So We largely acted like we were listening to him, but instead ignoring him. At least I did.

    And I love English AP. I never thought I would outwardly say that, but I love it. Whiteside gave his view of Huck Finn and how it should be read which was immensly fascinating...then assigned two papers...but let us have thirty minutes to discuss the issues raised by many seeking to remove it from the public school system, such as racism, wrong portrayals of African Americans, etc., and so Heidi, Elizabeth, Robin, Darcey and I started discussing, then Page joined, then Simon joined us, then Lily and Katie and we were actually carrying on an interesting discussion about the reasons why the book was banned. And we wanted to. It was a fantastic class. I love English AP. I love it. I don't care that Invisible Man is due in about three weeks and I'm only on page one hundred. I don't care that there is a ton of work. It's worth it because I'm truly learning and I'm with the people in my grade who also want to learn.

    Physics was cool in the sense that Dillard let us use the new computers to do this Apex thing. And when we weren't using the computers, we had ten fairly simple problems to work on. And I found out the specifics on the OM project: We have to build a contraption that will toss the ball into a hoop (Thankfully, we've done projectial motion) and then have the ball come back to the machine and repeat the entire process without touching it. Wonderful. But OM is a great mind challenge...and I love mind challenges like this, so I'm actually fairly anticipatory.

    Then yearbook. Deadline is friday and our disk that had all of the English information wouldn't open. So Rian and I had to retype our story, find our pictures again, get captions, and the three people we've been trying to hunt down for quotes are never here and the disposable camera pictures still haven't arrived from Camera World and on the camera is all of our pictures of students that we need. We have two days to work this out. Everything that could have gone wrong did. But, thankfully, it was happening to just about every group, so it was a day of watching people run around, exasperated moans, etc.

    Then rehearsal. One scene. For one hour and thirty minutes. And I wasn't in the scene, so I got a nice little nap. The show is really coming together. Karl is far better than he was when we started, and Delaney thankfully reblocked the Banquo ghost scene because it made no sense before it.

    I have no homework due tomorrow. Yes!

    Current Mood: Tired
    Current Music: Ludwig Von Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata

    :: Nick Wednesday, October 08, 2003 [+] ::
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