Yeah, yeah...I'm way overdue for an entry, and I apologize. The last two days were my High School orientation, and it was very very hectic...well, mentally, at least. The day before the first day of orientation, I was tossing and turning in my bed, trying to remember everyone and just wondering about everything else, teachers, the school, friends, electives...and it turned out with me not getting any sleep at all.
Luckily, I had the fortune of being nudged and screamed at by my mother the next morning. Tired and groggy, I stumbled through the morning rituals, and threw on a pair of clothes that I spent most of last night dreaming about. I nibbled at my breakfast, too excited/eager/scared to eat. Carefully, I packed the few things that I needed to, just in case, survive if boredom were to ever hit me.
The first thing I noticed about my new school for the next 4 years of my life was that it was...old. The windows were this dusty brown, and its shutters were coated with grey-ish grime. And the bathroom stalls? A worst nightmare come to life; the stalls reached below my chin (and I'm four foot nine!!!), and looking a bit bare in the security category... Meaning that there were no locks in the stalls. Arrrgggh!
But, to make up for those disturbing appreances, this High School is the best in the city, maybe even the state! So, I guess I will have to bear with it, and hopefully this school's good will outshine the bad. Hopefully.
The Student Council managed to trick everyone into groups, herding us to our "classes" as a way for us to get to know each other, and the school. Though the school is old, it was pretty huge. I get lost even thinking about it. There were three buildings, one with three floors, one with two (or is it also three?). And then there's the "elementary" building (although there's no elementary students in it, there were before though), standing there with its pitiful one floor hallway. The building itself is almost smaller than the freaking gym! Maybe that's why it still keeps its name, the "elementary" building...
It was fun, in the end. There were many new faces, and many other faces that didn't bother to come. There were new "potential" friends, and awesome people you'd want to be friends with, but may never see again. And then, there were the old friends that you stuck to like glue, soaking up in their company to counter their absence during summer.
Oh, what will this school year hold for me?
In a very boring period of my time, I was web-surfing on blogs to kill my boredom, and I found this ironic article in daydreamed:
"A new aid to rapid, almost magical learning has made its appearance. Indications are that if it catches on, all the electronic gadgets will become junk. The new device is known as Built-in Orderly Organized Knowledge. The makers generally call it by its initials, BOOK.
Many advantages are claimed over the old style learning and teaching aids on which most people are brought up nowadays. It has no wires, no electric circuits to break down. No connection is needed to an electricity power point. It is made entirely without mechanical parts to go wrong or need replacement.
Anyone can use BOOK, even children, and it fits comfortably into the hands. It can be conveniently used in sitting in an armchair by the fire.
How does this revolutionary, unbelievably easy invention work? Basically, BOOK consists only of a large number of paper sheets. These may run to hundreds where BOOK covers a lengthy program of information. Each sheet bears a number in sequence, so that the sheets cannot be used in the wrong order. To make it even easier for the user to keep the sheets in proper order, they are held firmly by a special locking device called a "binding."
Each sheet of paper represents the user with an information sequence in the form of symbols, which users absorb optically for automatic registration on the brain. When one sheet has been assimilated, a flick of the finger turns it over and further information is found on the other side. By using both sides of each sheet in this way a great economy is affected, thus reducing both the size and cost of BOOK. No buttons need to be pressed to move from one sheet to another, to open or close BOOK, or to start it working.
BOOK may be taken up at any time and used merely by opening it. Instantly it is ready to use. Nothing has to be connected up or switched on. The user may turn at will to any sheet, going backwards or forwards as they please. A sheet is provided near the beginning as a location finder for any required information sequence.
A small accessory, available at trifling extra cost, is the BOOKmark. This enables the user to pick up his program where they left off on the previous learning session. BOOKmark is versatile and may be used in any BOOK.
The initial cost varies with the size and subject matter. Already, a vast range of BOOKs is available, covering every conceivable subject and adjusted to different levels of aptitude. One BOOK, small enough to be held in the hands, may contain an entire learning schedule. Once purchased, BOOK requires no further cost; no batteries or wires needed, since the motive power, thanks to the ingenious device patented by the makers, is supplied by the brain of the user.
BOOKs may be stored on handy shelves and for ease of reference on the program schedule is normally indicated on the back of the binding.
Altogether, the Built-in Orderly Organized Knowledge seems to have great advantages with no drawbacks. We predict a big future for it."
Although with the progress of millions of new technology each day, a mere BOOK, upon examination, is more easily accessed than all the technology out there. Especially when they are designed to benefit our lives and make living easier.
Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
As you can see from the quote above, this little gadget that a friend found has entertained
me all day. I've been messing with it a bit, and sometimes it just spits out the randomest
quotes that a person can laugh at! Well, anyways-
My high school orientation for the 9th grade is coming up in two weeks and six days. The
fear of high school, and at the same time the eagerness to its possibilities, has been
making me all confused and jittery. Along with the heavy stone of dread that's nesting in my
belly. How will I cope with making friends? Or even keeping the ones I've known? What if my
own individuality fades when I try to fit in and make new friends? Is it even worth it? And
the biggest fear- What do I want to do with my life?
Coming from an immigrant family, it's the typical way parents deal with the fear of financial problems by raising their children upon the RICH plan (notice: you can also get that car or house of your dreams if you follow these simple directions!):
Receive good grades, and thus you will get into
an
Ivy League college.
Complete the college with moderate, if not
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, scores, allowing you to have a chance at the
Higher paying jobs (also known as "God" jobs for
the average citizen): a lawyer, a doctor, or a businessman/woman
*Not suitable for unborn children or younger, unavailable to third world citizens. The
failure to follow these directions will result in a normal, boring life, with no money. On
the other hand, completion as directed will result you rolling in cash and living a life of
wealth, liberty, and happiness.
**Or so my parents believe.
Well, I don't necessarily believe in all that, but I do understand the importance of money and its powers. All I know right now is that none of those "choices" is the right one for me. Lawyer? Ha, sometimes I can barely speak a sentence without stuttering or messing up, and my memory is that of Dory's (from Finding Nemo). Doctor? Pfft, I cringe at the mere thought of blood and what the human body is composed of. Things like the spleen, kidney, and our circulatory system is fine just where they are, where I can't see them, at least. And a businesswoman? Probably, but I hear you need a sharp brain and quick math skills, and you already know about my hatred, and suckiness, at math. Along with a sharp brain? .... I'm probably already close to my limit, having so much brain cells killed from writing this entry, so I don't know about that. I'm just the short daydreamer girl in class that draws okay, not superbly-child-prodigy like, and stumbles once in a while. Right now, I am still unsure of my passion...maybe I just don't have one, not yet. I hope it'll smack me in the face, soon.
All in all, I'm just going to drift around, sniffing a flower here, sniffing a flower there before I pick the one that I'm going to stick with. I just wish that it would be something I'd never tire of, something that makes my blood race through my body (where I can't see it), and make me act like I'm high, on this passion, and allow me to be happy with my choice (notice that the RICH plan doesn't guarentee the happiness of the job, only the happiness of a materialistic person).
Anyways, if I still can't decide, I'll just use one of the God jobs as a backup (probably a vet or a computer business-person). It's nice to have backups, in case something goes wrong in life.
Which we all know it does, a lot.
Ah, the look of a new, shinier, prettier, easier-to-access, bluer, cooler website. Oh the
joy~
The completion date of this site is way overdue, and I apologize. Especially
to the patient hostess, Shiricki.
I am very thankful that you still let me continue building it, turning it at least...a
little bit better (hopefully). Also, in gratitude to Sharv, I've added a page that will
contain my uploaded drawings and
sketches, since you were curious (and urging me to show it). ^_^ Thank you so much, to
the both of you!
Well, well, it seems you have successfully arrived at your third period class. This place
will be filled with my ever-
resonating thoughts in scribbles, chicken-writings, and sometimes Gibberish that you have
the misfortune to read.
Enjoy!
