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THE ONLY COUNTDOWN THAT MATTERS:
days 'til graduation!
When we get to 14th St., we exit into Union Sq, across the st. from the gigantic Barnes & Noble and nobody’s exactly sure how to get to the pool hall cuz we usually take the 2/3. So we wander vaguely uptown, thinking it’s around 19th or 20th St., and along the way Jackson picks up a cooking newspaper, that talks about all kinds of cooking classes and stuff. Then he runs into a grocery store and asks where there’s a pool hall and we’re directed to this place on 21st St. that’s not the same one we were planning on going to. This one’s more expensive, and the tables are in worse condition, but hey, it’s pool, and it’s not crowded or smokey, so it’s OK. Jackson and I end up losing a game of Cutthroat to li’l Flynn (that took nearly the entire hr), after which I played Shari in 8-ball for about 5 mins, during which time she accused me of being anal about pool. Excuse me if I like to play by the rules! I’m not the billiard Nazi or anything…
When we were done w/ that, we all trekked back to the huge B&N by the subway and browsed a bit there. I read an interview of the Barenaked Ladies’ drummer Tyler Stewart in the magazine Modern Drummer that was pretty cool, and Flynn reports that Maxim is on the "Editor’s Pick" rack. Figures :oP Jackson commented that he wanted to look at the Idiot’s Guide to Sex, which was found on the Love & Romance table soon after we walked in. I think he circled the table and then went over to the cookbooks section. He eventually left to get to the post office before it closed, and those of us who remained bought drinks and we sat down in the café to read for about 40 mins. Flynn and Shari were looking at an HTML bk, copying down scripts for forms and polls and stuff (cheaters :oP), and will undoubtedly have even more complicated, high-tech, frame-filled sites soon. This all started w/ those tables…
So anyway, Mom wakes me at 11:30am and I mutter that I’m not ready cuz I haven’t finished reading the driving bk yet (20 pgs to go!) and I fall back to sleep. At 1:30pm I get the usual psycho-scream of "Why the hell aren’t you up?! Get moving before I throw a cow at you!!!" or something to that extent (I dunno, I’m still half-asleep at this pt). I get up and dressed and dragged into the car, where I finish reading the bk (which had put me to sleep the night before, I might add…a nap at 8pm…pathetic), and we drive all the way out to Coney Island to the DMV that’s s’posed to be the less crowded of the 2 Bklyn locations. Fine. We walk through the doors and it’s kinda like every DMV ever depicted in a sitcom: crowded, noisy, pushing, pple sleeping on lines out past the divider ropes, 3 of 7 windows actually manned….in other words, it didn’t look too promising. But Mom and I, we stepped inside, and promptly waited 20 mins on a line until we realized it was the wrong one. Dammit! So we get on the right line, for written tests, and I fill out this long-ass form, and we wait. And wait. And wait. On a line that can’t possibly ensure that everyone will be taken care of before the damn place closes at 4pm.
At 3:30, someone tells all the pple waiting to take written tests to step into a different line, which of course means that everyone runs over, regardless of their previous spot on line, and there’s pushing and shoving, etc. But then Mom, with her loud mouth, pulls one of the DMV pple over and says I was in the front of the original line (I was really in the middle) and he pushes me to the front of this new line, to the utter disgust of this kid who I cut in front of. I could see the anger in his eyes; boy was he pissed. You wouldn’t believe the relief I felt when they call out "next" and I rush to the desk person. I dump a bunch of forms w/ my name and address onto the desk, and the desk dude sifts through them, finally settling on my Stuy ID, transcript, and health insurance card as legitimate proof that I’m not some Mexican immigrant or something. They take my picture (which I think came out well…I dunno, I hope so) and give me a # and pt me to a waiting area where about 300 other pple are sitting. Damn.
I’m all nervous, cuz I have no clue what will be on this test, or how much time I’ll have, or if I’ll remember everything, since I’d only crammed the night before and this morning. When my #’s called, I walk into the testing rm, and have to show all my ID again. The woman looks at my health insurance card and says, "How do I know you’re E.F.Daiell?" and I’m like, "Check my passport!" but she has to check w/ some higher authority to see if something that has only my initials like that is OK, even though it was fine as ID half an hr ago at the desk. Well, 5 mins later it’s fine, and she hands me a test and says I have 15 mins. 5 mins later, I finish the test, and there’s only one I don’t know:
So, if you’re going to take the test, don’t sweat it, it’s only 20 questions and really easy if you look at the driving bk. Now onto Driver’s Ed in Feb…
So after the movie we stand around outside for about an hour in the freezing cold, during which:
Wrestling: The Gayest Sport On Earth
So we all eat at Ollie’s, and then all of us minus Sarah, Melissa, Ana, and Corinne go to Duffy’s to watch the PPV Royal Rumble. We arrive at 5 to 8pm, and proceed to find Granger and Aaron Riccio already inside Duff’s apartment. Very cool. Some play a quick game of MarioKart, and then the wrestling begins. At this pt, I’d like to say that I am in no way a wrestling fan, nor is Rebecca, but it was still an enjoyable 3 hrs of grown men touching each others’ crotches, hugging each other, (fake) gratuitous violence, Drew Carey (Curry) showing his true colors (yellow…bellied), and much razor-blade-induced bloodshed. It was the gayest thing ever, yet still entertaining (mostly cuz we were all making fun of it and talking really loud and not paying attention to some of it). The most entertaining match by far was the ladder match between Benoit and Jerico (I know I spelled that wrong…). That looked the least fake…and was the longest non-Rumble match of the night.
Mangan, Wilson Compete For Title of Lobby Champion!
For some unknown reason, Mangan and Wilson took it upon themselves to beat the crap outta each other for fun in the lobby of Duff’s building while we were attempting to all go home. I think it was b/c the wrestling we’d all seen on PPV had been so incredibly fake, but they did a good job of their own title match as we all watched from outside 2 sets of glass doors. It was interesting, to say the least, but eventually we all just left…and they were forced to follow, without a winner having been declared. Gee, where’s Mills Lane when you need him?
So we walk in to buy our tix for Snatch and the woman says to me, "were those your friends outside?" and I say no, cuz I’d never met them before today and like…they’re freshies…it’s illegal for sr.s to hang w/ freshies :) So the woman gives me a look, and Christian, too, who’s standing behind me (Matt’s outside), but we get our tix, no problem. See, theaters don’t care…they only want your $!
YES! I have the better of the AP U.S teachers now! I had Schweitzer this past term, who made us do outlines of EVERY chapter and then gave us a base grade of only 90 and insanely hard tests. Stern’s base is 92, his tests are graded on a better scale, and I hear there’s much less work involved (like, pple don’t even crack the bk open). Ahhh…anything is better than starting the day w/ math.
I’ve had this for the last 3 yrs…I don’t expect much from it anymore, except a headache and temporary deafness from Robert Lindquist and Sam Bornstein blasting in my ears w/ their trumpets. Man, I’m sandwiched between the percussion section, which, according to Wheeler, sounds like it’s building an extra wing onto the rm or something, the loud-ass trumpet section, and the blatantly out of tune French horns. Then there are the days we spend 30 mins tuning only to play for 3 mins before we pack up and leave…good thing I have the Times crossword puzzle to keep me awake (although that doesn’t always work…).
DAMMIT! I’ve been avoiding this woman for 3 and a half yrs, and now they’ve screwed me over! Stupid core English classes. Luckily, I have Wendy Lew to once again keep me company, sane in my English class. I guess misery does love company…
Yes, the same Ms. Katz that told you that Asian is not a minority and that you’ll never get into college. But I think she’s nice (don’t hurt me!) and I’ve heard she’s a good teacher. Plus, I know at least one person so far who has this class w/ me, so we can go "Huh?" together as Katz spews some foreign language at us (presumably French…not like I’d be able to tell). I got roped into this class b/c I was told colleges like you to have 3 yrs at least of a foreign language, and this was the next level for me (cuz I didn’t take it jr. yr). Unfortunately, it’s a full yr course that I can’t drop mid-yr without some sort of fiery demon harping on me for the rest of my life or something. I dunno, I’d figure "Huh?"-ers in the class would be a plus, but what do I know?
**SIDE NOTE: At this moment, as I write this, the new Barenaked Ladies single, "Too Little Too Late" is playing on 95.5 WPLJ…what an awesome song, I can’t wait to see these guys play at MSG on 2/15/01! I have seats somewhere in the 1st 4 rows, too! YAY! They put on THE BEST LIVE show ever! But I digress…
Ok, nearly everyone I know has this as their lunch pd, except, of course, Matt, b/c he’s like, the one person I was really hoping to have lunch or at least a class with…but no. stupid program office pple :oP Well, having lunch w/ him this term has been fun, at least. But next term I look forward to sharing my lunch pd w/ Heather (Haitoff-Cruz), Roger, Ana (this should be interesting…), Shari (program changes pending), Flynn, anyone in chorus or who plays w/ the orchestra, and prolly a lot of other pple I’m forgetting right now, at 1:32 AM.
As one of them band pple everyone loves to hate, I don’t need a 10 pd shop, but I still have to take my 5 pd. So this is what I picked. Should be fun, I know someone who took the class and she made some kick-ass cool stuff in it. The only downside is that it’ll prolly be ANOTHER class w/ all jr.s in it. Man, my French class is also a jr. class, and the jr.s that were in it this past term are all J.A.P.s…and Shari, our official jr. representative, agrees w/ me. (BTW, Shari, that redheaded tall girl I was talking about a while back…her name is Carolyn, I think).
Here’s to another term of “…aaaaaaaiiiiiight?” This guy at least has a sense of humor; I’ve heard Fitzgerald’s class’ll have u zonked out immediately. But then again, who hasn’t fallen asleep in (a math) class?
Ok, so I’m really hoping this is Adam Sandler. I really have no clue who this guy is, but he visited the Jewish Culture Club to promote the class, and it sounded interesting, so I decided to try it. Only problem is, it’s 8th pd…so I may never actually go to the class, hehe. It is an elective, after all…but all the Jews I know will be in it, including Heather, so unless we make (another) mass exodus, we’ll all be in that class 8th.
Tis a sad day: Ms. Burke’s last day as Stuy’s only ballroom dance teacher. As strict as she was, she was really very nice, and her class was incredibly fun. Definitely the best way to fulfill that dumbass P.E. requirement. For everyone who will never be able to learn the (as Heather calls it) white, hipless cha-cha, the never-again-to-be-used-anywhere dance (lindy), or the completely simplified version of the Tango…my condolensces, you’ve most definitely missed out one of the best classes in stuy, and what should be considered AP P.E.
So on our last day in this class, what do we do? Have a dance contest that requires no skill, no punishment for errors, and incredible balance: freeze-dance. You know, where you have to dance until someone shuts off the music, at which pt you have to freeze or you’re out. Well, of all pple, Charley Feng and I win…due to us completely screwing up! We were trying to do a configuration, and turned the wrong way. So while we were attempting to untangle our arms, the music stops…and as we’re not really dancing so much as trying (blatantly unsuccessfully) to cover our error, we’re able to freeze while the other couple doesn’t stop in time. So we won super large Stuy alumni t-shirts (yes! I’ve already graduated!) and a Stuy pen/keychain thingie. Wow, I’ve won the Matta-Mart prize pack. I’m actually very surprised that I won at all…but it was cool to win by completely fucking up ;o). Incidently, Matt won the contest too, a pd after I did…he was in Burke’s last ever class…and he danced w/ 2 girls at once. What a ho…:oP
Oh, and I was readin' the ol' guest book and realized I'd forgotten to respond to, "errriiicaaaa!!! link meee, jen, and chew uuupppp!!!!" So now i will. Here ya go, check out Wendy, Jen, and Christina's non-cult site dedicated to the band The Exies.
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herDano's (Dadap) Hideaway...apparently he's too good for the Angelfire cult...
Shari's Emerald City...I think someone just wants some sparkly red shoes :)
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