Saturday, 15 November 2008

• Stranger at the Window

  Haha! An actual chance to write! Better yet, an actual chance to write that I am seizing with gusto! Look at this enthusiasm with this seizing!

  Despite the fact that I could actually be working on my backlog of RP stories, or that I could actually start NaNoWriMo (seriously, I have yet to get even a single word down for it. Perhaps later tonight. LOOK AT THIS NOT-SEIZING!) or that, perhaps, I could even work on my rough draft that's due on Thursday for AP Lang. But this doesn't matter. Because at least I'm writing. Whee.

  I could write about my week, except for the fact that... well, I don't remember my week. Besides the fact that I stayed up until at least ten-thirty every night so I could finish homework (except for Tuesday, Labor Day, but I stayed up past midnight talking to J until I fainted from exhaustion)

  What is this homework I have been staying up late to finish?

  AP Language and Composition.

  Ah, the dreaded AP Lang class. Bane of junior's existence. Seniors who took it last year take girlish delight in the junior's zombie gait, flat stares and slight twitches occuring, coincidentally, whenever rhetoric and humour are mentioned. ("Hyperbole!" you may think. "They are not zombies at all! HAHAHA!" If anything, that passage was actually understatement!)

  We do this to ourselves, though. The counselors aren't forcing us to write AP classes on our four-year plans, our friends that don't take AP classes don't understand why we would purposefully take a class that would leave us dead by the end of the year. Some parents are upset at how late we have to stay up to finish homework, some are all for their child taking the classload, no matter what.

  Personally, I did it mainly so it would prepare me for senior year and college, and also for my interest in writing. As Mrs. B likes to remind us, AP Lang is not the book club. It's not centered around reading and discussing books, but to analyze and write essays, understand different writing tecniques, so on and such forth. AP Lit reads, AP Lang writes.

  However, I don't know how I'm supposed to learn this information forever if I can't remember the beginning of this week.

  Also, and I'm ashamed to admit this, but I don't feel smart unless I'm IN the "smart class." And even then, I don't feel smart unless I'm at the top of the class. B's are supposedly okay, but I feel brickdumb when I have one. A lot of people seem to think like that, I've noticed, and not just the people with parents pressuring them. Somehow, at least half of the teenage population has developed an inferiority complex when it comes to grades.

  Interesting timing, but The Soup is on and Joe McLovelyHale brought up WifeSwap, and these crazyass parents. "Because if I'm not judgemental of what they're doing, I'm setting them up for failure."

  Right, your children will fail if you don't tell them enough times that they're doing so many things horribly wrong.

  Therapists will have a good time in the future.

  Hooray for my first rambley everywhere uncentered blahblahblahg! Yay!

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