It didn't happen, but Friday was still good. Mellow is probably more like it - very mellow, even with the presence of DDR and the inevitably accompanying "Blow My Whistle Bitch."
English class, first thing in the morning. For an hour and a half. Chalifoux was making her rounds on the network spyware, so after I typed my rough draft in, I also typed in a message in large font, saying that she should find something worthwhile for us to do, since almost nobody was getting anything done. Predictably, she saw it. Then she hijacked my computer and typed on my screen a lengthy, wordy, and badly spelled response, in which she called me consumerist and briefly soapboxed about how teaching is not a commodity, or something like that. I was briefly confused about what the hell that had to do with anything, and then I regained the use of my Backspace key.
She ended the class by saying that we were never going to spend Ex Day in the computer lab again, because almost nobody had gotten anything done. I managed not to laugh out loud, thankfully. Although - I probably may as well have. After class, she told me that she sensed I didn't trust her, and asked me why. I said I'd think about it; then as I walked away I said that I'd try to formulate an answer that wouldn't be too offensive. Stupid of me, but great fun. But I really did think about it, and she's right - I don't trust her. In fact, I can't stand anything about her - her condescending manner, her opinions, her false good cheer, failing to completely conceal her bitchiness. Call it instinct, or maybe a conflict of personality.
Then Physics Lab, in which was revealed the first really good use for computers in school, and then a movie, Stand and Deliver, which wasn't bad, in Calculus. After school I went with Hannah to this Funworks place - she was going there to see an old friend of hers and wanted me there for backup. This friend, Vanessa, had three others with her, and they were all DDR maniacs. I try not to be instinctively prejudiced toward people like that, but... it's hard. They got me to play DDR, though, and I managed to actually beat Hannah once. I hate myself. The air hockey was much better - I got two out of three against Hannah.
The whole time at Funworks wasn't that great, though... so we went to Lake Pine afterwards. That was much better - the mellow bit.
So emotionless, and I'm sorry, but I couldn't write it here if I tried. And I don't have even the will right now. Some things are between individuals, not between writers and readers.
posted on Sunday, September 28, 2003
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