Okay, a rant about school. Let's see, my average school day goes as follows:
I start my day at the ungodly hour of 5:30. Yes, that's a.m. I stumble half blind down the hallway and into the kitchen. The light over the stove is turned on (any other light is too bright at this hour) and I somehow manage to muster the strength to turn on the coffee pot. I shuffle back down the hall and into the bathroom, inevitably tripping over the cat or a dog along the way. I go to the bathroom, and at some point while I start to fall asleep again on the toilet realize I need to take a shower. My robe comes of and the water comes on. I take a shower, preferably scalding, which combined with the blast of chilly air as I step back out of the shower is plenty shock enough to wake me up. My shower now done, it is a race to become warm again. The coffee should be done, so I walk quickly to get to the kitchen and fill my hands with a warm cup of Captain Coffee.
As I sip my coffee and eat my delicious fiber bar, I catch up on the news from yesterday by watching the PBS Newshour. Really, it's homework, but it fits into my schedule pretty well. I am perfectly content to sit snuggled up in a blanket, a dog wrapped around my feet, and watch the news. Possibly there's a cat in my lap. It depends on what kind of mood the cat's in.
Alright, news is done, it's time to actually get ready for school. I go get dressed, do my make up, and if I have time I do my hair. If not then I throw my hair gel into my purse. I keep a can of hair spray at school for just those occasions.
My brothers up by now, but I don't really like him, so I just ignore him. A final check to make sure everything's in order, and I gather up my stuff and I'm out the door. From waking up to out the door takes about one hour and 35 minutes.
Now I'm off to school. I catch the bus and prepare myself for the required social interaction I must do. I don't really have any friends at school, so I see the interactions outside of class between myself and the students there as basically unnecessary. There are few students outside of class that are intellectually stimulating enough to warrant more contact than a smile or simple hello. Maybe a hug every once in a while.
First period I have . . . nothing. I don't actually have a class first period. I decided to have an open period first period so that I can come to school late if I need to. Like if I feel sick, or I had to work late the night before. When I do come to first period, I usually sit and do homework, or read.
The bell rings and it's off to second period, which is Advanced Placement ( AP) Calculus BC. My teacher in that class is Mrs. Hayter, pronounced like hater, as in I hate that person. But not Mrs. Hayter. She is really cool. My Calc class is pretty cool too. There is only 10 people in the whole class. Well, technically there's 11, but Christian never shows up, so he doesn't count. We are one of the smallest classes in the whole school, but we're also one of the tightest knit. We've all been in the same math classes together since I moved here my Sophomore year, and I'm a senior now. Calc is hard, but we're all there to help each other understand and support each other.
Alright, to to my next class. I took this class because I needed a class 3rd period, but it has ended up being my favorite class. What is it? 3D Animation. The teacher, Mrs. Wendlandt, is one of the coolest teachers I have. But the reason I really like this class is because I am allowed, even encouraged, to be obsessive. I need that kind of outlet, especially since I can't do choir this year.
Okay, I promise I'll do the rest of my day tomorrow, but I'm all blogged out for today.
Make sure to have fun tomorrow!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Work . . .yay?
Where does a future world changer work? No it's not in some cool government building or a state-of-the-art laboratory (that's for the future.) No, at this moment I work as a cashier at the local MickkyD's. That's right, I work at McDonald's. And between you and me, I'm lucky I have a job. My mom is in the wrong business to have connections to give me a job, and the other business she runs won't let me work there until I'm 18. So I feel darn lucky that I was able to get a job. Nobody wants to hire a 17 year old teenager with no previous job experience. I spent all summer searching, but it was my mom that told me about the job fair that McDonald's was having. Is I guess it's really thanks to her that I've got this job. Thanks mom!
Working at McDonald's is okay. At least I don't have to deal with the people who get upset. Those people I hand straight over to the manger. But I try really hard not to make people mad at me. I don't get angry customers very often.
Since today's Sunday, I got to work morning. It's the one day of the week I can work at any time all day, and the one day of the week that I'm guaranteed to be scheduled, usually in the morning. It's when all the old people come out to play. It's kind of funny because they almost always orders exactly the same thing. Take Ron, for example. First time he comes up it's always fresh scrambled eggs, a sausage, and a large coke. The other two time vary, but usually it's some type of sandwich and a desert. The people that come often tend to be really nice, though. I like them.
I know I promised a rant, but it's late, and I have school tomorrow. Sorry. I'm sure I'll have one for you then.
Working at McDonald's is okay. At least I don't have to deal with the people who get upset. Those people I hand straight over to the manger. But I try really hard not to make people mad at me. I don't get angry customers very often.
Since today's Sunday, I got to work morning. It's the one day of the week I can work at any time all day, and the one day of the week that I'm guaranteed to be scheduled, usually in the morning. It's when all the old people come out to play. It's kind of funny because they almost always orders exactly the same thing. Take Ron, for example. First time he comes up it's always fresh scrambled eggs, a sausage, and a large coke. The other two time vary, but usually it's some type of sandwich and a desert. The people that come often tend to be really nice, though. I like them.
I know I promised a rant, but it's late, and I have school tomorrow. Sorry. I'm sure I'll have one for you then.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Fun with the FAFSA
It's the first of January, the beginning of a new year. What does this mean for me? The fafsa is due. I got to spend a couple hours of my life messing with the government.
Okay, it wasn't as bad as I'm making it sound. The only thing that really sucked was that the website didn't recognize the numbers on my touchscreen (I do everything with a tablet by the way) so I had to go find an actual computer to do it on. Oh, and registering for a pin number. That sucked because my computer is too touchy, and it would hit back instead of what I wanted it to hit. That was also extremely annoying.
Once I got all the bugs worked out it was fairly easy. I just had to ask my parents a few questions about how much school they'd completed, how much money they made, things like that. Once it was all done, the program said I was eligible for about $5000 in Pell grants and another $5000 in loans. That's the maximum (yay for being poor!) Now I just have to figure out how I'm going to pay for the other $50,000 a year it's going to cost to go to an Ivy League school. Oh well, I'll figure something out.
Today was day 1 on my dads diet. Apparently he doesn't care about breakfast and lunch, but he is all over what we have for dinner. Today was a pot roast with cooked vegetables. It was good, except I don't like cooked brocolli or cauliflower, and I don't like carrots in general. The meat was good, and once the vegetables had some dressing to them I could at least bear the taste. Not that my dad's cooking is bad. On the contrary, he is an excellent cook. I just can't stand the vegetables.
Have fun tonight, and get ready for a ramble about my work tomorrow!
Okay, it wasn't as bad as I'm making it sound. The only thing that really sucked was that the website didn't recognize the numbers on my touchscreen (I do everything with a tablet by the way) so I had to go find an actual computer to do it on. Oh, and registering for a pin number. That sucked because my computer is too touchy, and it would hit back instead of what I wanted it to hit. That was also extremely annoying.
Once I got all the bugs worked out it was fairly easy. I just had to ask my parents a few questions about how much school they'd completed, how much money they made, things like that. Once it was all done, the program said I was eligible for about $5000 in Pell grants and another $5000 in loans. That's the maximum (yay for being poor!) Now I just have to figure out how I'm going to pay for the other $50,000 a year it's going to cost to go to an Ivy League school. Oh well, I'll figure something out.
Today was day 1 on my dads diet. Apparently he doesn't care about breakfast and lunch, but he is all over what we have for dinner. Today was a pot roast with cooked vegetables. It was good, except I don't like cooked brocolli or cauliflower, and I don't like carrots in general. The meat was good, and once the vegetables had some dressing to them I could at least bear the taste. Not that my dad's cooking is bad. On the contrary, he is an excellent cook. I just can't stand the vegetables.
Have fun tonight, and get ready for a ramble about my work tomorrow!
Wow, a whole new year!
Okay, so I know it's going to say that I posted this on new years day, but this is supposed to be my new years eve post. I tried to start this about three hours ago, but my dad had a stupid article that I just had to read about Detroit, Michigan that was like a million pages long, and it turned out to be an unreliable source anyway. There's two hours of my life wasted.
Anywho, it's new years, and my resolution is to blog every day. And follow the diet my dad is putting the family on. No really, I could deal with losing a few pounds. Or thirty (that's my goal, and it will put me at about 150.) Speaking of blogging every day, I'm sorry about missing yesterday. I had a practice meet for We The People, and my work called me in and had me there until 8:30 pm. I was exhausted by the time I got home and didn't even think about blogging until this morning.
So, you're probably wondering what We The People is, or as my dad (and any Star Trek fans) calls it, E Plebnista. As you might have guessed, it is a competition involving the United States Constitution. There are six teams in a school, each team corresponding to a unit in the text book we received. I am in team five, which is about the bill of rights. Their are three competitions each year: districts, state and nationals. For each competition, each team is given three questions. Each question has three parts that must be answered. For example, the question that I'm working on is. . .
* Should the right to association in civil society be considered an integral part of the constitution even though their is no reference to such a right in the first amendment?
*In what ways does the right to assemble and petition reinforce and enhance the first amendment's protection of political rights?
*Under what circumstances, if any, should the right to freedom of assembly be limited?
The first question is the main part of the question. The other two parts of the question have to be linked to the main question in your response. Which, by the way, is a speech that can be a maximum of four minutes long. Then, the judges will question us for ten minutes.
Sounds hard right? It's supposed to be. The questions are designed to be at the level of a third to fourth year college class on the government. It took me forever to truly understand what the right to association is. Let me tell you, it's not as simple as you think. Oh, and I forgot the best part: we have to use court cases and current events as sources. It is frickin difficult to try to read the opinions (because you can't just read the majority opinion) of a court case to try to find the pertinent information to a point that you're trying to make.
Anyway, I'm doing this whole competition not only because it's required for the class, but because it counts as my senior project as well. And that's one less things to have to worry about and find time to do. Which I appreciate immensely. And of course, only one person from my group showed up to the practice. Big suprise. The people in my group are is unreliable. Except Naomi. She's pretty cool.
It is now officially past one and I am exausted. Thank you to my one follower, and I will blog again later.
Anywho, it's new years, and my resolution is to blog every day. And follow the diet my dad is putting the family on. No really, I could deal with losing a few pounds. Or thirty (that's my goal, and it will put me at about 150.) Speaking of blogging every day, I'm sorry about missing yesterday. I had a practice meet for We The People, and my work called me in and had me there until 8:30 pm. I was exhausted by the time I got home and didn't even think about blogging until this morning.
So, you're probably wondering what We The People is, or as my dad (and any Star Trek fans) calls it, E Plebnista. As you might have guessed, it is a competition involving the United States Constitution. There are six teams in a school, each team corresponding to a unit in the text book we received. I am in team five, which is about the bill of rights. Their are three competitions each year: districts, state and nationals. For each competition, each team is given three questions. Each question has three parts that must be answered. For example, the question that I'm working on is. . .
* Should the right to association in civil society be considered an integral part of the constitution even though their is no reference to such a right in the first amendment?
*In what ways does the right to assemble and petition reinforce and enhance the first amendment's protection of political rights?
*Under what circumstances, if any, should the right to freedom of assembly be limited?
The first question is the main part of the question. The other two parts of the question have to be linked to the main question in your response. Which, by the way, is a speech that can be a maximum of four minutes long. Then, the judges will question us for ten minutes.
Sounds hard right? It's supposed to be. The questions are designed to be at the level of a third to fourth year college class on the government. It took me forever to truly understand what the right to association is. Let me tell you, it's not as simple as you think. Oh, and I forgot the best part: we have to use court cases and current events as sources. It is frickin difficult to try to read the opinions (because you can't just read the majority opinion) of a court case to try to find the pertinent information to a point that you're trying to make.
Anyway, I'm doing this whole competition not only because it's required for the class, but because it counts as my senior project as well. And that's one less things to have to worry about and find time to do. Which I appreciate immensely. And of course, only one person from my group showed up to the practice. Big suprise. The people in my group are is unreliable. Except Naomi. She's pretty cool.
It is now officially past one and I am exausted. Thank you to my one follower, and I will blog again later.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Yale interview!
That's right, my first step to becoming a world changer is to try to get into college, and an Ivy League school no less. I've already had an interview from Harvard, but I don't feel that it went as well as my interview today. It was a lot of fun. First Cara (that's the interviewer) asked me the obvious question: why do I want to go to Yale? I had an awesome answer ready. Besides the fact that it's an Ivy League school, and it has an amazing curriculum, throughout history Yale has been on the leading edge. Not only in science and technology, but in government and politics as well. It was the first school to admit woman into it's graduate and undergraduate program, in 1895 not less. It was also the first school to racially integrate. Admittedly it was a Chinese person and not a black person, but that is still a big step, since Chinese people were basically slaves for a large part of American history. Yale has historically been on the leading edge and I want to be part of that edge!
I guess I sounded like the government part was important to me, because Cara's next question was whether I wanted to be in government. The answer to that question is actually no, although I considered it for a while. I want to be a chemist. She asked me what I want to research or prove. While it may sound crazy, and I know no one is going to listen to me, I want to prove that electricity is bad for us, and that it is actually the main cause for cancer.
She asked, and I'm sure you're wondering, how did you come up with that theory? Well, it's actually something my dad came up with. First you have to understand that my dad is schizophrenic. That means that he can't tell the difference between our reality and the reality in his head. He already believes that electricity is bad for us, and he explained it to me once. I thought nothing of it, that it was just him being crazy, but I started taking AP chemistry not long afterwards and realized this was something that could actually be happening. I'll explain. First, all atoms have electrons that orbit around them. They orbit in different rings around the atom, and in order to move from one ring to another there must be an input of energy. The electrons are only supposed to move at certain times. Well, electricity is a form of energy, and it is around us leaking from wires constantly. This is causing mutations in cells. I know it sounds crazy, but research has been done that shows that plants and flowers that grow around power plants and electrical poles are more stunted and have more mutations than control plants. So this is a completely viable theory.
Cara seemed impressed, and asked me what made me decide that I wanted to be a chemist. I said that, besides all the research, which I love to do, I think I decided to be a chemist the day I lit my hands on fire. No, it was not on accident. It was an actual expirement that my teacher, Mrs. Thompson, had done. Before, when she had done the demonstrations for the class, I that been to nervous to do it. That was the first demonstration that I vollunteered for. That is still by far my favorite demonstration out of all of them. The other reason that I gave, and the one that I like best is this: being a chemist is like being a witch, except stuff actually happens when you throw things in the pot!
Cara seemed to be done with the subject, and asked the next predictable question: what sort of things do I liked to do outside of school? The answer is lots, but I told her reading, knitting, singing. She asked me what made me want to learn how to knit. My mom decided that she was going to knit, and I learned from her. I make all sorts of things. Scarves, hats, gloves, blankets, but I've never sold anything, although I totally could if I put my mind to it, but I just don't have enough time. What with school, debate, vocal lessons, work, and homework, I barely have enough time to get everything done during the day. And I have to eat and sleep at some point.
She seemed to be done with the questions for me, and asked if I had any quesions for her. Boy, I did! I found out that choir is just about the biggest extracurricular program they have, which is awesome, because I love to sing. She didn't know anything about their debate program, but I know they have one. I also asked about their study abroad program, because I plan on moving to europe at some point in the future. It seem to be pretty big. I used to want to go to Harvard more, but after talking to Cara, I'm actually more excited about going to Yale!
I guess I sounded like the government part was important to me, because Cara's next question was whether I wanted to be in government. The answer to that question is actually no, although I considered it for a while. I want to be a chemist. She asked me what I want to research or prove. While it may sound crazy, and I know no one is going to listen to me, I want to prove that electricity is bad for us, and that it is actually the main cause for cancer.
She asked, and I'm sure you're wondering, how did you come up with that theory? Well, it's actually something my dad came up with. First you have to understand that my dad is schizophrenic. That means that he can't tell the difference between our reality and the reality in his head. He already believes that electricity is bad for us, and he explained it to me once. I thought nothing of it, that it was just him being crazy, but I started taking AP chemistry not long afterwards and realized this was something that could actually be happening. I'll explain. First, all atoms have electrons that orbit around them. They orbit in different rings around the atom, and in order to move from one ring to another there must be an input of energy. The electrons are only supposed to move at certain times. Well, electricity is a form of energy, and it is around us leaking from wires constantly. This is causing mutations in cells. I know it sounds crazy, but research has been done that shows that plants and flowers that grow around power plants and electrical poles are more stunted and have more mutations than control plants. So this is a completely viable theory.
Cara seemed impressed, and asked me what made me decide that I wanted to be a chemist. I said that, besides all the research, which I love to do, I think I decided to be a chemist the day I lit my hands on fire. No, it was not on accident. It was an actual expirement that my teacher, Mrs. Thompson, had done. Before, when she had done the demonstrations for the class, I that been to nervous to do it. That was the first demonstration that I vollunteered for. That is still by far my favorite demonstration out of all of them. The other reason that I gave, and the one that I like best is this: being a chemist is like being a witch, except stuff actually happens when you throw things in the pot!
Cara seemed to be done with the subject, and asked the next predictable question: what sort of things do I liked to do outside of school? The answer is lots, but I told her reading, knitting, singing. She asked me what made me want to learn how to knit. My mom decided that she was going to knit, and I learned from her. I make all sorts of things. Scarves, hats, gloves, blankets, but I've never sold anything, although I totally could if I put my mind to it, but I just don't have enough time. What with school, debate, vocal lessons, work, and homework, I barely have enough time to get everything done during the day. And I have to eat and sleep at some point.
She seemed to be done with the questions for me, and asked if I had any quesions for her. Boy, I did! I found out that choir is just about the biggest extracurricular program they have, which is awesome, because I love to sing. She didn't know anything about their debate program, but I know they have one. I also asked about their study abroad program, because I plan on moving to europe at some point in the future. It seem to be pretty big. I used to want to go to Harvard more, but after talking to Cara, I'm actually more excited about going to Yale!
My First Post
That's right, I'm going to change the world. I don't know how yet, and I don't know when, but I will. This blog is going to be a chronicle of my journey doing that. And here's another thing: I'm not going to tell anyone about it. Any followers that I get are going to have found this site by themselves. And for finding this site I applaud you. Welcome to my life!
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