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Name: David
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Interests: Hibernating for the duration of high school.
Expertise: Turning off my mind. Years and years of the education system will do that to you.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  satyr1209
Member Since:
11/21/2004
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| Highlights of the day/week:
(Yes, I know that is the name of a children's magazine)
Mr. Zeihen giving us the WRONG inverse matrix on the math test for the
very first question, causing me to go crazy looking for a mistake of my
own for at least ten minutes.
Doing nothing in chemistry.
and next to nothing in latin, mun, and english as well. Joy. Got the BMUN shirt in mun...
BUT: Poker tonight! As long as I don't lose ALL of my money I will be reasonably happy. I'm such a penny-pincher.
Hell, how can I lose? I had steve-o, the Accountant and gambler extroadinaire teach me.
So.
This weekend. Must get Started on MUN at least, figure out how
determinants work (Aren't you supposed to do that before the test? No
matter; they don't test you on that anyways.) Figure out
kinetics, which is just more math, with physics involved. You
KNOW that chemistry is just specialized physics. "The Last
American Man" is a great book. Written very personally by
the author, it's perhaps 98% about Eustace Conaway, and 2% about the
author's personal experiences for him, which just makes it more fun to
read. Plus its written almost as if one running inside joke (Davy
Fuckin' Crockett).
"So David, when are you going to stop babbling and write something worth reading?" I don't know.
Have you noticed the weeks getting longer? I know that there is
much more sunlight, but it is more of a weary feeling that I am
getting...
It is Friday, and I look back on the week and Monday seems to have happened so long ago.
I am weary.
p.s. I am in denial that Dr. Wilbur is resigning
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| YES! Finally, some time to do NOTHING!!! bwahahaha.
Well. A lot has happened in the past 2 months. Well, not
really. My life for the past two months: Finals, Robotics,
Robotics, and...other stuff that no one cares about (like you care
about the above anyways).
I just mailed off my SSP application a few minutes ago. I BETTER
GET IN! I really should apply to Cosmos again, as a back up
plan. I don't think that is going to happen though, I'd feel
really weird asking Zeihan for another rec. and then I'd feel bad
asking Shales for one too, since she was pretty burdened with them last
time she did mine.
Speaking of Zeihan, in one week I have removed all doubt that I am
either 1. a masochist, 2. utterly and completely insane, or 3. an
idiot.
I've known for quite some time that I was going to take apush and
calcbc next year....i just didn't expect it to be so DAMN SUDDEN!
I remember on Thurs. at the APUSH meeting when Fauver said, "Ap Euro
students generally do well, unless they have a complete break down in
work ethic, or something."
Breakdown in work ethic? me? ITS ALREADY HAPPENED!
Back to the original point; I'm going to die next year.
DAMMIT! 1st test of the semester in ap euro...and a B!
The first non-A grade (excepting the final) I've gotten since the first
test last semester! Seriously, am I doomed to forever play
catch-up with that class?
I just realized how pretentious that sounded. Some people would
have loved getting a B on that test. Well....you know what? I
don't care. This is my xanga.
Oh, and I figure everyone should know (which means no one will know
because no one reads this weblog): I am quite possibly the most
ARROGANT person you will ever meet. Really. You have
been warned. Whoever is reading this, anyways.
Actually, I'm curious to know. Does it show? Do people realize
how arrogant I am, or am I usually just written off as an overachiever?
I was called an overachiever yesterday. Ha. I know what I
want to do, and I realize the sad sad route I must use to get
there. Does that make me an overachiever? I still view
myself as a masochist.
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| I have not posted because nothing has changed.
Is anyone else extremely troubled by the fact that the point of high school has devolved into getting into college?
Remember when school used to be about learning?
I don't.
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| Epiphany: I hate my life right now.
Yesterday, I decided to take a break from it all: school, robotics,
etc. Given the choice of free time however, I proceeded to sit at
my desk for twenty minutes mindlessly viewing people's profiles on aim
and wondering if I should watch T.V., read a book, or...I don't
know. I sat there. Doing nothing. Twenty
minutes...and then I began to do schoolwork again. I had thought
that after finals I would get a break, some time to enjoy myself.
Comparable to the cycle of Carnival and Lent, I suppose. (I've
been reading too much european history.) And so I worked, with my
spirit sucked out of me.
I didn't get very far; without wanting to work, and with nothing else
to do, I proceeded to to go bed early. Before doing so, I turned
on some music. "Wonderwall," by Oasis.
-who am i writing this for? do i want to elaborate on why
wonderwall is significant? do i want to explain? maybe. maybe
not. or maybe thats what im doing right now without realizing it.-
And I remembered my summer. Half a year ago, already, as I was
reminded by two friends a few days ago. I had thought then that
it didn't seem so long ago. But I realized yesterday, listening
to Wonderwall, that it really was.
I listened to the song. Remembering the joy of learning, the
dedication, the joy, the ELATION and energy and enthusiasm I felt, the
tingle, of just being there. Even when just running up to my dorm
to grab something, or walking to breakfast in the fog, or...
Now, this. I have school. With finals and tests and
cramming and so-called "learning" and loneliness and too many people
and crowds and....I hate it.
I don't hate my life, I hate IT. The damn Game. Pretending to know.
I came back, half a year ago, with hope. Enthusiasm, "three more years," I had said.
Now it is "two and a half." I need to still remember by then.
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