Re: [Or] [ZuNo] An Experiment in Reality Pt. 2 (The Start of a New Year)
January 3, 2008
5:00 A.M.
An easy day. Simple. Not spiteful or disruptive in anyway. I hate those days. I mean, there’s no struggle, not complexities, no MacGyver moments.
The morning ran smoothly. I showered, napped, and woke up again (not necessarily in that order.) With the morning in order, I slipped a can of Wired x344 into my pocket, and left the house.
During the bus ride to school, I brought out the thing I planned to use to prevent boredom, a copy of the Dilbert Principle I had picked up at the GoodWill. Mildly entertaining.
I spent my morning sitting in the cafeteria reading the book. The bus, in its constant spitefulness, drops me off 30 minutes before class starts. So I sit in the cafeteria for two reasons:
1. It’s warm
2. (Not quite worked out yet.)
During my readings, my friend Justin approached me. Occasionally, he is dropped off early at school by his parents. Poor Justin, having parents that love him that much must really be a drag. We talked of random things, of Monty Python and sharpened fingernails. Soon, it was time for IB History.
If on that day you had asked me what history class was like, I’d’ve told you that it was similar to a large library, except talking was allowed, you couldn’t find any answers, books were not allowed to be checked out, and there was homework. Other than that, just like a library. Wessel finally told me why his phone was always off, turns out that he left it at my house and hadn’t realized it. He demanded that I should be taken home at lunch to get it. Bright as that idea seemed, I decided to ignore it and attempt to “work.” At the end of the period I ended up getting one of the two worksheets finished. I didn’t have much time to care, considering that I had consumed the x344 during class, there wasn’t much I could pay attention to.
Band was like it was the previous today, except I was doing it once more. Kind of like playing a video game for the second time, except your original save file was erased, and you hadn’t finished the game yet, and the A button sticks. We worked on Shenandoah, which from now one will be referred to as crappy. Crappy is a very slow song that I’ve been forced to play year after year ever since middle school. Woo. Hoo.
After the fun that is Wind Ensemble, there was Biology. I half-watched Hotel Rwanda as I read The Dilbert Principle. Turns out that a lot of things from that book can be applied to high school. Meanwhile in Hotel Rwanda, the protagonist was hiding refugees in the hotel as the genocides got more intense.
Math turned up two things, mildly entertaining worksheets and tortilla rounds. Yay tortilla rounds! The worksheets had to do with chain letters and exponential growth. Two things that I am intimately acquainted with. As a result, I read more of The Dilbert Principle.
I shot out of math class, because once again I desired the conspiracy and intrigue that is only gained by getting lunch an hour before you’re supposed to. It makes me feel like I’m some sort of rebel or spy. All sarcasm and ego boosting aside, it gives me something to do.
English was a major waste of time. Each group came up and presented the term that they had studied the previous night. By studied, I mean wikied and printed up info on within the past 12 hours. Since I hadn’t done that, I printed it up in class. Clever me. Turns out that agrarianism is the belief that working on the land gives one inner peace and brings them closer to God. Who would’ve figured? Certainly me. Soon, all the time in English had been wasted, and it was time for lunch.
During lunch, I found that I had left the freshman in my math class with my Dilbert Principle. This irritated me because:
1. He is a freshman taking an IB class
2. I couldn’t read my book while he had it.
Sadly, I couldn’t pursue the re-acquirement of my book due to the fact that Wessel dragged me over to my house to pick up his charger. The journey to my house was surprisingly uneventful, no car crashes or transforming robots. The hang up happened when we got to my house and no one was there. As a result, my house was locked. I didn’t have my key, and hadn’t for quite a while. I called up my mom and asked her to let us in, and give me $15 for the solo and ensemble concert I did not want to participate in yet was required to. Once we got inside the house, my mother and I proceeded to get into an argument about whether or not the charger was Wessel’s, and the conflict ended up getting solved with the result of the charger was his, and that I had lost my mother’s.
With $15 in hand I arrived to Wind Ensemble 5 minutes late. I choose to blame the Amish for this, because chances are, they will never find out how often I blame them for things. Having the blame being placed where it belongs, I proceeded to have one of the most unpleasant IB Music classes I’d ever had. To sum it up, “The Return of Justina.” She was a student last year. Now, she was teaching us. I still don’t understand why. She grilled us for the rest of the period about vocab that we already knew. Fun fun. I couldn’t wait to leave. So I *snuck* out of the class to go and get my The Dilbert Principle form the freshman. 10 minutes and 3 interrupted classes later I had it back in my possession, just in time for Spanish.
Since we were continuing the movie I already wasn’t paying much attention to, I decided to read more of The Dilbert Principle. Meanwhile, a brother and sister from Guatemala were trying to get to America.
After school, it was time for swim practice. I used to have a major passion for swim team, but it had dissipated to the point where every once in awhile I’d skip. That day I didn’t. I walked into the pool, got into my drag suit (a pair of old jammers and a normal pair of swim trunks.) and got into the pool. The practice ended up being semi-sweet. I got a good work out from it, but I found out that the knee injury (I slipped and landed on it, hard) prevented me from doing breaststroke, which I suck at anyway. The practice was from the 3-5, long enough to get a good tiring work out.
Once practice was over, I got into my mother’s car, and we sped of to Costco. Not exactly what I had in mind to do, but we had to go pick up Wessel’s gift. For some reason, Wessel and I had decided that for Christmas, we were going to spend roughly $40 on each other. Neither of us know why, our only answer is that our families are close friends. All oddness aside, we went into Costco and picked up a copy of Lego Star Wars: The Complete Saga. There’s a long story behind why I bought it, but basically we agreed that if there ever was a complete Lego Star Wars thing, one of us would have to purchase it. On the way home, I called Wessel and told him to come and pick up his gift.
Wessel arrived at the house shortly after we did, so I told him to think fast and threw the game at him. He didn’t catch it, and claimed that he couldn’t think that fast. He opened up the game and we tried it out on the Wii. We didn’t find much different in the new version, until Indiana Jones came up for purchase. That was officially cool. He only stayed long enough for us to play through the first part of episode I, and then went home. I proceeded to try to get some homework done, but instead played Guitar Hero. Go me. Eventually, it was time to go to sleep.
10:00 P.M.
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