Wednesday, May 31, '06
Today has been an awesome day for a multitude of reasons.
Woke up in the morning, got dressed and had breakfast and whatnot... and then it was time. I whipped out Tetris and played for ten minutes before strolling off. The weather was just too cold for comfortable sleep - the way Mrs. Drowne claimed that classrooms were designed. But it was brisk and conducive to the effort to get to school.
First and second period were uneventful except for finding out I got a 770 on the US History SAT2, though to me it had precious little significance. Standardized testing is done. Then third period math homework in the Academic Support Center.
Fourth period, the absence of Chemistry tickled my mind, and then I discovered in addition a shocking lack of familiar faces in the cafeteria. Unwilling to risk entering the library, I spent a solid two minutes deciding my course of action. I identified, predicted, decided, and executed. Andrew graciously drove me home, not to eat but to smash it out for around half an hour. Having enjoyed the wonders of Melee, we returned to school for fifth period, during which I did nothing in French and Andrew had another fucking free period.
Math was the funfest it's been since eighth grade, and then a quick chat with Mrs. Veley, during which she promised to alert my companions and me of when she intended to play the Row Game. I intend to own some bitches when it comes to Probability! ... Actually, that was probably a lie. I have no intention of winning at all against the geniuses in Algebra II.
Then seventh and eighth double-free.... Yes, Donaldson stood us up again. What the hell, man!? I spent the period smoothly abusing the non-tabbed browsing capabilities of the school's computers. Seventh, I ate outside, and the sun fried me like mushrooms. Sat in on Vissing's class, but my intimidating presence was too much for the lower-ability woman. I spared her the humiliation of a verbal lashing and quitted her class.
After school, I equivocated about where I would go for a bit, until Anandh kindly offered me his hospitality, in the form of 24. His mom intercepted the two of us on the path, and I responded to the typical interrogation of "What are you doing this summer?" by telling her that I wished to teach piano. She then lavishly offered to subject Krupa to my care, giving me my first potential "customer." Turns out he doesn't want to do it, but hey, whatever.
And then 24 for two hours. Just like last Monday the twenty-second of May. Were I a feminine cliche, tears would have streamed from my eyes; as a man, fire sprung from my heart.
Anandh at last knows my pain.
10:38p.m.
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