Bunch of stuff happened over the past two weeks. I'm too lazy to type it out, so likely I'll just copy/paste a rant/post I made in a guild. Sometime.
Druki
I dunno, not being on for two weeks due to inability to pay the bills, it makes me want to share the things that have happened in the past two weeks.
Skool
Spelt like that because Invader Zim is awesome. Don't be hatin'. talk2hand
So like the rest of you young folk, I started school. But there's a difference between most you standard folk and me. I'm a senior this year.
"What does that mean, Mr. Druki-san?"
*backhands* It means that it's my last year of freedom. Yes, freedom. After this year, no longer will education be free or that my parents take responsibility of any legal infractions. No will longer will they be obligated to feed me, house me, cloth me, take care of me. I will be an adult. With responsibility. On the side of the curb. Waiting for a job.
Which sucks.
So, onto my teachers. I'm actually not too worried about them. Heck, they're even enjoyable. My period one teacher for Web Design ROP, Mrs. Stipo, is cool. Kind of neutral to me. I'm not getting a bad or good vibe from her. Best part is that I can go on Gaia. Bad part about the good part is that I'm seated in the middle of the class. confused
My next teacher is Ms. Meylor, English. She's cool, relaxed, chill, except that she gets angry and yells when people don't follow her rules. Which is pretty funny except when it's at you. Then I let my mind wander and think about the deep mysteries of life and Junior Mints.
Third and fourth period teacher is Mr. Cunningham, first for Teacher's Aid then for Pyscholofy. The guy is great. He's sarcastic, witty, plays "devil's advocate" just so he can make you angry in a debate and so forth. Except, like most everyone in my immediate life, I'm often the butt of his jokes and/or his other forms of abuse, be they emotional or mental. But yeah, considering I TA before I take his class, I have a huge advantage in Pyschology which he encouraged me to use to it's fullest.
My final class of the day is Civics with Mr. Reeder. He's a gret guy. Kind of like Mr. Cunningham. Except his room is cold. o_O; Bt anyways, he's good. Although I've heard he gives out a lot of busy work.
And then I'm out at 12:00pm. Because I'm cool like that. Though I stay for lunch so I can talk to friends and stuff.
So for the first week it was learn the rules, do some intro and warm-up projects and such (which were considerably harder because I didn't have the internet. stressed ). Monday was Labor Day and, thus, a day off. Yay. Good times.
But then Seminary started.
Basically, what Seminary is is it's a church class. Completely voluntary and no attendence required at all. I like going so I do go. But herein lies my deep, inner, disliking for it. Naturally, it starts before school. For the past three years, I've gone at 7:00 because I started school at 8:00. However, considering I start school at 7:00, I have to go to a 6:00 class. Which means I have to wake up at the unholy hour of 5:00
Five. Ay. Em.
It's so early. x.x; So I'm tired when everyone else is tired but with a good cause.
So life continued normally and all was tra-la-la-la-la until this past Thursday came. That's when I was introduced to the horrible, dreaded, feared Senior Project.
Senior Project
So, basically, the Senior Project is, guess what?, a project. But not just any project, oh no no no. It's the project that came straight from Hell. It's consisted of three parts: a report, field work, and an oral presentation, in that order. The whole thing revolves around learning a skill or something new, like learning to play the guitar, learning to fly a plane, whatever you choose.
All three have to relate in some kind of way, though. For instance, say you want to learn how to play the guitar. Your paper could be that music doesn't have an impact on a teenager's behavior. It has to be argumentitive, though. Then, when you've learned the skill, you have to present something relating to what you've learned, along with an oral report, in front of board members for the school district. Continuing with the example of the guitar, you would have to demonstrate what you learned, like a song or something. If it was cooking, you would have to bring in something that you cooked, hopefully the night before or earlier that morning.
You also have to have logged in at least 15 hours of the field work. How you do that is up to you. It could be 15 hours of recording, reciepts of lessons, whatever. Everything, everything has to be logged in a portfolio, too. Reciepts, dates, photos, letters, various papers and forms you have to fill out. Everything.
It's an immensely daunting task. Granted, it could be fun with the right subjects but it could be Hell on you if you randomly choose something.
Edit: I forgot to mention some things. Like failure to complete this projects means I don't grauate. If I fail any of the three sections, I fail the project. If I fail the project, I fail English. If I fail English, I don't graduate due to a lack of credits.
It sucks, because a lot of smart kids have failed and have petitioned for there grade to be passing. Since this project's report has to be in Modern Language Association (MLA) format, some teachers are spiteful enough to take rulers with them in the paper's grading portion, measure margins, then fail the student if it isn't 1 inch. It's happened to many a bright A+, 5.0 GPA students.
Things other than schoo
Not much other than that, really. Attended some parties, chilled with friends, went to the asian social area of my city blasting loud, America rock. cool
This past Thursday, though, I did give blood.
Oh, and I also saw the Illusionist. I highly reccomend seeing that. Big twist at the end.
And there is a huge flock of parrots around my house. Every year they migrate down to this area and they have the most annoying sqawk/chirp/screech noise ever. And they have personally decided that they will make loud noises as they mate in the trees around my house. It's quite annoying.
And that's about it, I think.
Skool
Spelt like that because Invader Zim is awesome. Don't be hatin'. talk2hand
So like the rest of you young folk, I started school. But there's a difference between most you standard folk and me. I'm a senior this year.
"What does that mean, Mr. Druki-san?"
*backhands* It means that it's my last year of freedom. Yes, freedom. After this year, no longer will education be free or that my parents take responsibility of any legal infractions. No will longer will they be obligated to feed me, house me, cloth me, take care of me. I will be an adult. With responsibility. On the side of the curb. Waiting for a job.
Which sucks.
So, onto my teachers. I'm actually not too worried about them. Heck, they're even enjoyable. My period one teacher for Web Design ROP, Mrs. Stipo, is cool. Kind of neutral to me. I'm not getting a bad or good vibe from her. Best part is that I can go on Gaia. Bad part about the good part is that I'm seated in the middle of the class. confused
My next teacher is Ms. Meylor, English. She's cool, relaxed, chill, except that she gets angry and yells when people don't follow her rules. Which is pretty funny except when it's at you. Then I let my mind wander and think about the deep mysteries of life and Junior Mints.
Third and fourth period teacher is Mr. Cunningham, first for Teacher's Aid then for Pyscholofy. The guy is great. He's sarcastic, witty, plays "devil's advocate" just so he can make you angry in a debate and so forth. Except, like most everyone in my immediate life, I'm often the butt of his jokes and/or his other forms of abuse, be they emotional or mental. But yeah, considering I TA before I take his class, I have a huge advantage in Pyschology which he encouraged me to use to it's fullest.
My final class of the day is Civics with Mr. Reeder. He's a gret guy. Kind of like Mr. Cunningham. Except his room is cold. o_O; Bt anyways, he's good. Although I've heard he gives out a lot of busy work.
And then I'm out at 12:00pm. Because I'm cool like that. Though I stay for lunch so I can talk to friends and stuff.
So for the first week it was learn the rules, do some intro and warm-up projects and such (which were considerably harder because I didn't have the internet. stressed ). Monday was Labor Day and, thus, a day off. Yay. Good times.
But then Seminary started.
Basically, what Seminary is is it's a church class. Completely voluntary and no attendence required at all. I like going so I do go. But herein lies my deep, inner, disliking for it. Naturally, it starts before school. For the past three years, I've gone at 7:00 because I started school at 8:00. However, considering I start school at 7:00, I have to go to a 6:00 class. Which means I have to wake up at the unholy hour of 5:00
Five. Ay. Em.
It's so early. x.x; So I'm tired when everyone else is tired but with a good cause.
So life continued normally and all was tra-la-la-la-la until this past Thursday came. That's when I was introduced to the horrible, dreaded, feared Senior Project.
Senior Project
So, basically, the Senior Project is, guess what?, a project. But not just any project, oh no no no. It's the project that came straight from Hell. It's consisted of three parts: a report, field work, and an oral presentation, in that order. The whole thing revolves around learning a skill or something new, like learning to play the guitar, learning to fly a plane, whatever you choose.
All three have to relate in some kind of way, though. For instance, say you want to learn how to play the guitar. Your paper could be that music doesn't have an impact on a teenager's behavior. It has to be argumentitive, though. Then, when you've learned the skill, you have to present something relating to what you've learned, along with an oral report, in front of board members for the school district. Continuing with the example of the guitar, you would have to demonstrate what you learned, like a song or something. If it was cooking, you would have to bring in something that you cooked, hopefully the night before or earlier that morning.
You also have to have logged in at least 15 hours of the field work. How you do that is up to you. It could be 15 hours of recording, reciepts of lessons, whatever. Everything, everything has to be logged in a portfolio, too. Reciepts, dates, photos, letters, various papers and forms you have to fill out. Everything.
It's an immensely daunting task. Granted, it could be fun with the right subjects but it could be Hell on you if you randomly choose something.
Edit: I forgot to mention some things. Like failure to complete this projects means I don't grauate. If I fail any of the three sections, I fail the project. If I fail the project, I fail English. If I fail English, I don't graduate due to a lack of credits.
It sucks, because a lot of smart kids have failed and have petitioned for there grade to be passing. Since this project's report has to be in Modern Language Association (MLA) format, some teachers are spiteful enough to take rulers with them in the paper's grading portion, measure margins, then fail the student if it isn't 1 inch. It's happened to many a bright A+, 5.0 GPA students.
Things other than schoo
Not much other than that, really. Attended some parties, chilled with friends, went to the asian social area of my city blasting loud, America rock. cool
This past Thursday, though, I did give blood.
Oh, and I also saw the Illusionist. I highly reccomend seeing that. Big twist at the end.
And there is a huge flock of parrots around my house. Every year they migrate down to this area and they have the most annoying sqawk/chirp/screech noise ever. And they have personally decided that they will make loud noises as they mate in the trees around my house. It's quite annoying.
And that's about it, I think.
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Ho snap yes! I dread next year for that very reason! Evil project! Back back! *flicks whips, project attacks, runs for life* xp But yes it sounds more and more horrible... Im already trying to think of what the heck Im going to do, thats how paranoid I am.
Hahaha!!! You got the parrots! Now you know my pain! Just this year their favorite huge tree that was right outside my window was chopped down so now you have inherited! xp Annoying little buggers arent they? I hear them flying over to you on occasion... xd