I've been so laid-back the last few days that it is beyond humorous and somewhere in the region of immensely relaxing. There's been virtually no homework this week; the weather blazes pleasantly early in the day and settles down to an energetic glow in the late afternoon. Wonderful, downright marvelous. And, before I launch into the next segment, I would like to point out that "Ex Days" sounds very much like "Deus Ex," with the words switcharooed.
Today was Ex Day. Events of the day are roughly as follows: I got 56 right (2 wrong, 2 omitted) out of 60 multiple choice questions on an old GoPo AP Exam, which means that I will probably do very nicely on the real exam. Normally I would rather not have spent 45 minutes answering questions on congressional incumbency and whatnot, but I was so joyous to get a good score that I didn't mind. We tossed basketballs around in Precalc and pretended that making linear graphs from data points was difficult (Olenchuk, our teacher, had some kind of family emergency, so we've got a substitute right now who is probably the least annoying sub I've had in any class, ever). We watched a Nova program on cancer in Health, and Mrs. Askins was annoying (definitely the most annoying sub I've had for any class, ever). We've got her for all of next week as well, because Ms. Edmundson is getting married. Shoot me.
Chris Hoersting's wallet also slipped from his pocket, apparently, because as I finished writing a note and was about to leave, I saw it beneath his seat. I checked his library card to make sure the wallet was his, but when I went to give it to him, he'd already left. He and Hannah are in an idiotically prompt carpool. I called their house to let them know that I had it and would bring it to school tomorrow, but Hannah, being endowed with a driver's license, was forced to come and get it. She didn't get lost, either, as she claimed she might. Considering that I live within easy biking distance of her house (probably a mile or less), and she's been to my house once and has also been present multiple times when I was dropped off by someone else, it would have been, succinctly put, pitiful if she had managed to somehow misplace herself on Old Raleigh Road.
I would have no trouble at all finding her house, due in no small part to the stone steps which distinguish her house from its less shale-ified neighbors. Also due in an even greater part to my superb navigational skillology. If you doubt me, look no further.
Vita mirabilis est, etsi interdum semper eandem esse videtur.
And not really much angst to be had right now. Nor any deepness, but what's one to do about that? If there's no inspiration for it, it'll read as forced (because, verily, it will have been forced); and who would want to read that? Of course, that brings up the query of who wants to read this thing anyway, which is why this post ends now.
posted on Thursday, May 01, 2003
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