Con mucho suerte.

I thought it was a little awful when a student today was told that he had aced the test, only to find out that he made a D. I don't know him very well, but he seems like a nice person and everything. Why would anyone deserve that? And then another kid was immediately told, "-insert name here-, you're going to cry."
I don't really have complaints about my teachers. In fact, this teacher is thoroughly good at her subject, and is so, so eager to help her students. However, it was really kind of depressing to sit in the room today.
She also called me up to have a little chat with me...
Not the greatest day of the year.

In fact, many of the Power Bloggers do not seem to be having a phenomenal time this week.

If a school day could neglect any sort of math for one day, gosh, that would be an easy day.

So I wish you all the luck I can give, and I hope it is some high-quality luck because my 11:11 wishes always come true. I really hope the next wish comes true, because it feels good when other people are happy, no matter how unhappy I am. Maybe the Red Power Blogger sounds crazy right now.

	Muse - Starlight
	Found at skreemr.com

Most sincerely,
Kejing

A Delay

I am terribly sorry to that one reader that I'm sure actually cared about the promise I made last week. I can't do it this week. I am too weak. I am too tired. I am too sick.

I have slept 2 hours already today, and I am about to head back for another 8 before I get up, super early, and do all of my Biology Objectives (questions on the chapter that take a fair bit of time). Did I mention that we have 33 them of them?! -.-

So again, I'm sorry- complain, cry, claw my eyes out- I don't really care. I'm too tired to care.


- Jonathan

Dommage

As tempted as I am to talk about politics, I’m going to try to refrain. I’ll just assume it’s a sub clause under the no religion amendment of our blog (Did you get that? That was politi-speak!).

So, just wondering, have any of you tried to teach yourself a language before? I only bring it up since it’s the eve of the French makeup test. That’s right. I get to fail the same test twice. I’m sure Jonathan knows what I’m talking about, the difference is Jonathan is half-French, while I’m basically illiterate. Almost every day this class is a source of pain for me, and I never expected this to be the class that would drive me to an early grave.

I’m just trying to imagine Gamache and the people up in the office saying, “Oh yes, no need to give those AP French kids who have to pass a college level exam at the end of the year an actual teacher, just go ahead and make them sit in the isolated corner of the room, alone, while all the French 3 kids get taught the same things they learned last year.”

And the worst part is, for as little as Gamache is doing, he’s always making us feel guilty for our lack of progress (well, me at least). I realize that I’ve been far from devoted, but it’s pretty hard to keep motivated when it dawns on you that you will never succeed at what you are doing, and the fruit of your efforts will be negligible at best.

I’m so upset about this class and yet I don’t know what to do. I’m getting more and more annoyed with the teacher everyday. Every chapter I say I’ll try harder and do better but it’s becoming increasingly hard to make up as much as I’ve fallen behind. Taking these tests and looking at practice AP exams, I’ve realized what my biggest barrier is.

I don’t know French. Plain and simple. And that’s probably not going to change. I can study individual vocabulary all I want but I’ll still probably get the questions wrong because I don’t know what the actual sentences are saying. I can’t compose a grammatically correct sentence to save my life. I don’t understand French speakers when they speak French with their natural accents or at a natural pace.

And yet after having this epiphany and coming to terms with my ultimate failure on the AP exam, suddenly Gamache decides that he’ll destroy our grades “if that’s what it takes” for us to catch on. Like that’s the only other option and he didn’t even think of actually teaching us. I know I complain about this all the time, but usually when I complain things get better after I vent. Unfortunately it isn’t getting better this time.

I should really get back to studying for that test.

-Viv

the magicalness of my education

Yea, so I accidentally pressed "Publish" when I only had a title. . . so just to clear up any confusion, that was my mistake.

So this week the only thing I have really learned at school is that I have an IQ over 130. Everything else I think I already knew.

Yesterday I had the worst day ever. I woke up to do my review worksheet for Calculas and. . . I definitely was getting all the answers wrong. It freaked me out but I think I overcame it before the test. I also had a pop test which was not appreciated, my mother was meaner than usual, and I cried about seven times in alltel because i was just that emotional. At that point my mom thought it would be appropriate to ground me for a stupid reason and be a controlling meany face. I am also not getting along with one of my friends which is just kinda this extra sour cherry on top of my sundae of life.

Today . . . seemed just plain boring. BUT it's election day!!

I have to say I will miss Bush. He has been president since I was nine and I just don't even know what I would do if I didn't have him to laugh at. I mean I just don't know if any presidential candidate can say something so. . . Bush once a year.

I do have two interesting presidential quotes for you.

My dad hates Obama. Here are his thoughts:
"Obama is just off in Obamaland. He doesn't even know what's going on, and Americans are just drinking the Obama-Kool-Aid and just going along with everything he says. They must be high."

Mom and Son in Books-A-Million:
Kid: "We don't like Obama."
Mom: "That usually isn't something we share."
Kid: "Tommy's mom likes Obama so I said Boo Obama."
Mom: "We don't boo anyone."

Little did the kid know that there was a woman with an Obama T-Shirt right behind them in the checkout line.

I am going to New York this Friday. Yay. It should be fun. I get to go on an airplane (not like I haven't before. I love to fly.)

Have the most wonderful week of your lives because anyone who reads my post is amazing and makes me happy so you should be happy too. (Run on Sentence)

I don't even know where that came from. . .

-Lacey

Memories (part two)

"I have no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends." -Walt Whitman

In the ninth grade I was in Independent Studies. Basically we were in Algebra II honors but separated by the office. I remember David (he was in there with William and me) talking about some new girl, Kejing. I didn't think much of it. A lot of my friends became friends with her, and she and I became acquainted but I wouldn't really call it a friendship. Then sophomore year a group of us decided that we all needed official "bffs". I'm not sure how Kejing got involved...I think she may have just been passing by but she became my "bff". For a couple of weeks we greeted each other "BFF!" Soon we began talking and became very good friends. Quite funny how that turned out, huh?

June already mentioned our meeting. I don't remember it that well. We didn't really become friends until eight grade. We sat near each other in Geometry. Jack, William, and Ally sat near us also...and we were always joking around and whatnot. One time we got onto a discussion of lip gloss versus lipstick. I just remember June and Jack claiming that lipstick was just like a crayon. That became our long-running joke. June would create a lipstick factory in which he would make his products out of Crayola crayons. He was supposed to make millions and we each demanded a cut...except for Jack...I believe he asked for all the profits. Ah...good times.

As I've said before, I met Caroline the same time I met Lacey. I don't really have that many memories of Caroline from middle school. I definitely remember in the ninth grade when she invited us to listen to her sing in Mrs. Heid's 'talent show'. Wow. I knew she sang, but I didn't know she could sing like that. It was quite phenomenal. Then only over the past couple of years I've really gotten to see the sense of self and great spirituality of Caroline which I respect and love. She is quite a good friend...and I much appreciate her company.

Oh and is anyone else disappointed Heroes isn't coming on tonight?

-Brianna

There's No Mathematics to Love and Loss

Hey there! Blue powerblogger here!

So my Halloween was AMAZING!!! I didn't have any plans at first, so I was really bummed out, but then I decided to go to this party that a bunch of my friends went to, and it was awesome. There was food, a bonfire, ping-pong, and a hayride. And the best part was, my current "love interest" was there. Score! And we rode on the hayride together. Twice. It was quite romantic. Then, today I went to Creepy Hollow. For those of you who don't know what that is, its a haunted trail-thing that our school FCA organizes every year. It wasn't that scary, but I got to go with said "love interest" and cling to his arm when I was "frightened". Oh, our hands just so happened to touch multiple times, too. At the end, this boy we were with asked out this girl we were with, too, and it was adorable!!! I basically had a fantastic time.

Then the mood was kinda dampened though, because on the way home, "love interest" informed us that one of our friend's mom's committed suicide. It was really sad, and I almost cried. The rest of the ride home was awkward, too, because we were too depressed to talk about anything cheerful. I just feel so bad for the kid! I can't even imagine that type of loss! I want to just reach out and hug him, but I don't know how to react. I mean, its not often that this happens to one of my friends, so I don't know what to do. It breaks my heart though! And this person goes to my church, and his brother is one of our youth interns, so it will be interesting to see how things pan out. So if you pray, please, just pray for them. 

But other than that, my life is going pretty awesome. Oh, and its daylight savings tonight!!!

Until next week,

Caroline

Happy Halloween! (Yesterday)

Hello people. I noticed a lack of "Happy Halloween" on this blog so let me be the first to say,"Happy Halloween!" My Halloween was pretty boring considering that there are only like 5 kids in my neighborhood. So I have a lot of leftover candy to eat now ^_^ Now to get into yesterday's spirit, let me tell you about a boring Halloween experience!

We were 6-8 years old and we were getting ready to go trick-or-treating. The parents were saying how cute our costumes are and were taking pictures. I didn't know why they thought mine was cute when I was a grim reaper. We finally set off for the neighborhood to get our hopefully-not-poisoned candy from complete strangers =D. The first few houses were normal. We yelled,"Trick-or-treat!" and they forked over the goods. Then we went to a house that was heavily decorated and we were thinking,"Oh man, this person is going to give us a ton of candy." So we rang the doorbell and a middle aged lady answers the door. We yelled our demand and eagerly awaited the ultimate prize. The lady then said,"Oh look at you guys. You are so cute! Well, I don't have any candy (I was instantly crushed) but what we do have are some healthy fruits!" We looked at each other and we were like," Are you serious?" She brought out a basket of assorted fruits and started naming them for us as she gave them out. "Here's a banana for you and a kiwi for you and... Ooo an apple! My favorite!" I ended up getting the apple (whoopdeedoo) and I didn't bother to tell her that I was allergic to them. We left the house and ended up giving the fruits to the grown ups. Never again were we fooled by the enticing decor of the house.

A little annoyed by the lady, we then set out for a house that had almost no decorations on it. A lone pumpkin sat on a rocking chair and it wasn't even carved. We rang the doorbell and we heard a noise within the house as if someone was ransacking the house. The guy in there was swearing and another guy was also swearing. It went something like,
"!@#$ where did you leave the !@#$ing candy?"
"I don't know! Don't start $#%&^ with me!"
"%$%^$ you!"
"#$%^& you too!"
We were trying so hard not to laugh when they finally came. We yelled,"Trick or treat!" In the end, they didn't find any candy so they ended up giving us those plastic spider rings. As we left, one of my friends said,"%$%^$ you," back at the house. Yes, I had some pretty naughty friends...

Well that's all I have for you procrastinating bunch. So join us tomorrow for another awe-inspiring post from Caroline!

-June

Random Question: Does a blind person see when he or she dreams?