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transomwhiplassOk. My posts have really dwindled in number recently and I haven't seen my friends for chunks longer than 10 minutes (well.. except for Niki who I sit next to Econ. x_x;;) Its been a really crazy couple of weeks.. here is what is going on:
The newspaper. Its been total madness, Laura and I had to come in on the weekend from 12-6 to work on it, we still didn't finish it. It was frightening being locked in a room with my former political rival with a stressful undertaking, no teachers within earshot to hear blood-curdling screams for help. However, we totally bonded over coldplay & trashy celeb gossip. I love Laura. She is great. It is kind of funny, she is afraid of me now and keeps calling me O.C. (obsessive-compulsive) because I super-zoom in on the page to get the lines perfectly lined up. I've really realized how when it comes to academia - I'm kind of like: ok.. screw perfection.. it doesn't matter, as long as I scrape a good grade - being a super dooper over achiever is a waste of time. However, when it comes to anything slightly artistic, I warp into extreme freak mode where EVERYTHING must be perfect, everything is a reflection of me, everything - from the tiniest line of text to pixel is my progeny and it must be totally to my satisfaction. The journalism staff has been giving me huge ego boosters (though I know a few are silently cursing me) like "wow Sarah.. you are such a genius! You can work miracles... oh my gosh, bow down and praise her." I swear to god, that is true- none of those lines are made up.. its been a Sarah-glory fest. I've been demanding SO much perfection, and on top of that- computer checker problems that I haven't seen anything or thought about much except newspaper. I've been living, breathing, sleeping, dreaming, everything newspaper. We should be done.. we sent it (cross fingers for no problems) and it should get printed. I'm excited.. I will like, fashion a garment out of spare copies so I can show it off like : LOOK WHAT I HAVE SPENT 2 WEEKS OF MY LIFE FREAKING OUT OVER!!
My drawing.. wow. I couldn't be more pleased with the fish & plastic car. I open my tablet and it is like, "Wow! I can't believe I drew this!!" People I've shown have been like "yeah.. thats pretty good" & "well.. I can't do that." People in my drawing class are like "holy mother of god... ok... my picture is total shit" & "did you get a load of hers??? Its better than the still life looks in real life." We've all been slaving over it and we grasp how hard pieces of it are - I think that is why we appreciate it more than outsiders (because they don't have something to compare to).
English class was kind of bad today. I forgot to do/turn in my homework (she was sick too, but I was studying for the calculus test - 88, by the way, not too bad). That really bothers me. My average is so high. She gave me a 95 (max) on my personal essay and wrote lots of nice comments on it. Haha. I love Dr. McFarlin, she is so easy to please. I still haven't read "Wife of Bath" yet.
My other classes are ok. My computer is broken (corner chipped & it won't charge). I finally have to pay to get it fixed. Crap. I would probably avoid my computer if this happened another year, but I HAVE to have it for java. Ms. Stasio likes me - she was v. impressed by my use of algebra the other day. That was happy.
I like knowing & being friendly with the smart, important people in the grade. Nancy (prez. of NHS), Laura (v.prez. of NHS), Megan (student body prez.), Nikki (studeny body v. prez.), Tracy - though I have no respect for her after "the incident (class prez.), & Marcia (class v. prez). It makes me feel important. So does being co-editor in chief of the newspaper. Its one of those coveted positions, well.. I think. It makes me happy even though it takes up all my time.
Its sad, tomorrow I was looking forward to finally seeing everyone at lunch for the first time in weeks but I have an NHS committee meeting. Oh the insanity. Senior Sarah is applying herself in too many directions. Sophomore Sarah would have laughed at Senior Sarah for being such an overachieving dork and scolded her for her mixed up priorities.
Ok.. I have to go finish my drawing.. well, finish shading the big objects (I still have beads & fabric; beads for class tomorrow & fabric for tomorrow night!)
The newspaper. Its been total madness, Laura and I had to come in on the weekend from 12-6 to work on it, we still didn't finish it. It was frightening being locked in a room with my former political rival with a stressful undertaking, no teachers within earshot to hear blood-curdling screams for help. However, we totally bonded over coldplay & trashy celeb gossip. I love Laura. She is great. It is kind of funny, she is afraid of me now and keeps calling me O.C. (obsessive-compulsive) because I super-zoom in on the page to get the lines perfectly lined up. I've really realized how when it comes to academia - I'm kind of like: ok.. screw perfection.. it doesn't matter, as long as I scrape a good grade - being a super dooper over achiever is a waste of time. However, when it comes to anything slightly artistic, I warp into extreme freak mode where EVERYTHING must be perfect, everything is a reflection of me, everything - from the tiniest line of text to pixel is my progeny and it must be totally to my satisfaction. The journalism staff has been giving me huge ego boosters (though I know a few are silently cursing me) like "wow Sarah.. you are such a genius! You can work miracles... oh my gosh, bow down and praise her." I swear to god, that is true- none of those lines are made up.. its been a Sarah-glory fest. I've been demanding SO much perfection, and on top of that- computer checker problems that I haven't seen anything or thought about much except newspaper. I've been living, breathing, sleeping, dreaming, everything newspaper. We should be done.. we sent it (cross fingers for no problems) and it should get printed. I'm excited.. I will like, fashion a garment out of spare copies so I can show it off like : LOOK WHAT I HAVE SPENT 2 WEEKS OF MY LIFE FREAKING OUT OVER!!
My drawing.. wow. I couldn't be more pleased with the fish & plastic car. I open my tablet and it is like, "Wow! I can't believe I drew this!!" People I've shown have been like "yeah.. thats pretty good" & "well.. I can't do that." People in my drawing class are like "holy mother of god... ok... my picture is total shit" & "did you get a load of hers??? Its better than the still life looks in real life." We've all been slaving over it and we grasp how hard pieces of it are - I think that is why we appreciate it more than outsiders (because they don't have something to compare to).
English class was kind of bad today. I forgot to do/turn in my homework (she was sick too, but I was studying for the calculus test - 88, by the way, not too bad). That really bothers me. My average is so high. She gave me a 95 (max) on my personal essay and wrote lots of nice comments on it. Haha. I love Dr. McFarlin, she is so easy to please. I still haven't read "Wife of Bath" yet.
My other classes are ok. My computer is broken (corner chipped & it won't charge). I finally have to pay to get it fixed. Crap. I would probably avoid my computer if this happened another year, but I HAVE to have it for java. Ms. Stasio likes me - she was v. impressed by my use of algebra the other day. That was happy.
I like knowing & being friendly with the smart, important people in the grade. Nancy (prez. of NHS), Laura (v.prez. of NHS), Megan (student body prez.), Nikki (studeny body v. prez.), Tracy - though I have no respect for her after "the incident (class prez.), & Marcia (class v. prez). It makes me feel important. So does being co-editor in chief of the newspaper. Its one of those coveted positions, well.. I think. It makes me happy even though it takes up all my time.
Its sad, tomorrow I was looking forward to finally seeing everyone at lunch for the first time in weeks but I have an NHS committee meeting. Oh the insanity. Senior Sarah is applying herself in too many directions. Sophomore Sarah would have laughed at Senior Sarah for being such an overachieving dork and scolded her for her mixed up priorities.
Ok.. I have to go finish my drawing.. well, finish shading the big objects (I still have beads & fabric; beads for class tomorrow & fabric for tomorrow night!)
