Summer Vacation...Sun and Fun or a Hoax?

Now it's been quite a while since I've written anything in dear old blogger, hopefully now since it's summer vacation I'll stop being a lazy ass and use the $40,000 college worth of educated brain cells that I've acquired this year to write a lovely witty and at times sarcastic post.

Now I've been on vacation for a little over a week right now and quite honestly bored out of my mind, however it has prompted me to write this blog post. During my endless hours of philosophical thinking and mindless consumption of junk food I've come to realize that as great as no school work and stress has been, summer after a year of college isn't really quite summer. I mean not the summer we should be having anyways. As college students we are plagued by a tremendous amount of debt which will be explained by this somewhat mathematical formula:

Coffee+3AM Chinese/Pizza takeout+spontaneous shopping sprees+partying expenses**+outings/field trips+ MIA money***+laundry+transportation expenses= one depleted bank account=one poor college student

And so the job hunt continues to find some moolah so we could continue existing in the Less-Restrictive-Institute-of-Higher-and-Required-Education because how else are we gonna afford living on our own there? However, that's not it folks, we have high school seniors who are also punchin' in for a few bucks so they can survive the living expenses for the year to come. Now honestly we finally get a break with this gorgeous weather and what happens, we have to spend our time inside working.

Now I have devised a new foolproof plan to this (well ok somewhat foolproof, it's still in the scheming stages): Congress should pass an act paying students to go and have fun during their summer vacation. I mean jobs give their employees vacation weeks so why should students enjoy the same benefit? I see it as the students have their fun, the whole stress factor of making money is gone, which then leads to a carefree summer and therefore resulting in a fresh unstressed college mind come September on it's way to becoming a full upstanding citizen of society.

As for the accumulated debt throughout the year, I say we should all find the Tyler Durden************************** in us and find a way to wipe out all our credit card debt. You would think Fight Club being as popular as it was among college students we would have some sort of scheming. I mean hey, who wouldn't be up for Christmas everyday.

**is left for the reader's interpretation and is not representative of any underage illegal activity due to any kind of certain liquid consumption, "water pipes", or ping pong balls etc.

***Money which you swore that you withdrew and yet somehow disappeared within a few hours or days

**************************Tyler Durden

Senioritis...Does it continue on to college?

SENIORITIS! We've all heard of it, and we've all discovered that we are too lazy to find a cure for it, but the question remains, does senioritis stop at graduation? Are we cured of senioritis when we step onto that stage and recieve that long awaited diploma? Or are we plagued with the shadow of laziness even as we start our $40,000 college year?All graduating seniors know the feeling, the joy of knowing that you're accepted into college, and how frankly the rest of the year homework and studying is optional. But the question still remains...when will we be cured?
Definiton:
SENIORITIS
noun. A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation.1

Why didn't study for your math test Kuhns?

Oh, who studies for a math test anyways. I got senioritis.

So a fore warning to all those new seniors, beware senioritis, for it will surely hit hopeful later rather than sooner in your young senior year.



1. urbandictionary.com

Class of 2006....Cursed?

Looking back at my previous entries it seems that I haven't written in quite a long time, well in about three months basically. But now that I am finally free from that mental institution of required learning I now have more free time to write. Now I don't kow if you have heard this or not, but the SWHS class of 2006 is cursed, there is just no other word for it. Now you may be asking yourself how so, why would this class be cursed? Well first and foremost we have our lovely shadow that always loves to follow us around and that shadow is called RAIN. Here are just a few examples of what trouble this shadow of Rain has caused:
-8th grade Great East
-8th grade High Meadow
-Junior Prom
-Physics Day
-Senior Reception

Now I mean one might chalk this up to just plain bad luck, but I intend to prove it otherwise. Not only has rain plagued all of our class events and social outings, but it just seems that our class gets jipped out of everything.
-8th grade Washington DC trip cancelled
-New six month driving laws
-CAPT testing as a graduation requirement
-New SATs
-new school schedules
-hallway nazis with detentions

Now I ask you, with all of this outstanding evidence, how could our class of 2006 not be cursed? But back to our best friend, Rain. How is it that in our Senior year that we wound up with 2 whole weeks of rain? And now with the end of school one would think that June would be filled with high temperatures and rays of sunshine, but instead we are thus followed by Rain. So I ask you....is this just bad luck or is the class of 2006 cursed? I will leave you to your own conclusions...

Revolution...

Now we've all learned about revolution and rebellion in our history classes, I mean who can forget our beloved American Revolution when the Americans kicked some British butts with farmers and pitchforks. Of course we can't forget about the famous French Revolution, need we be reminded of the untimely end of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette and the lovely invention of the guillotine. Granted, the French people were dirty, smelly, and starving, but nevertheless they were unhappy. Hasn't history taught us that if people are unhappy, they will rebel?

Now teenages love their friends, I mean friends rank pretty high up there with procrastination, junk food, guys/girls and stalking every moment of Orlando Bloom's acting career or Angelina Jolie's belly bump. Now what happens if you deprive the average teenage the occasional conversation shouted across the traffic of the hall, that's right, you get the temporary spiral into insanity. With insanity, that comes crazy thoughts and restlessness, I mean being insane isn't easy, you have all that chaos going on in your mind which eventually leads to scheming. Now honestly can we blame these poor innocent students for their rebellious mood. I now continue with a story of the Hallway Nazis which now leads me to...

Incident 1:
Everyone of course being unhappy with Hallway Nazis and their incessent checking of hallway passes or even *gasp* the unspeakable whistle... Honestly, the detentions have become a big joke among students and teachers alike. 200 students with detentions within a spread of 3 days and a tally sheet for the teachers of who has given out the most detentions. What has our school come to? But I digress, for a couple of weeks now, there isn't a single student in the school that hasn't heard about the "sit in" or scheme for Friday morning. The scheme was to round up as many students as possible and as a group walk in 5 minutes late through the wall to wall blockage of the hall. Now from what I heard the hall was filled with 50 students or so, and as the teachers come ready with their detention slips handy and pens, pandemonium ensues. From what I hear the mob decided to just scatter thinking the teachers couldn't possibly catch them all...Boy were they RIGHT! Now after this sccaternessosity students ran through the cafeteria doors attempting to outrun the hallway nazis...some of them made it and unfortunately....some of them didn't. I remember when I came into English that morning, a third of our class was missing, however Megan Westbrook came in completely out of breath to tell us this story. She wasn't part of the rebellion, however...she was legitmately late, or to use Duck's coined term a "lateler".


I mean what could possibly be done about this situation? Can are hallways be free from the hallway nazis, should "latelers" be prosecuted? Have we learned nothing from our history classes? Isn't this evident that rebellion means there's a flaw in the system? Hmm...I wonder how many rhetorical questions I can continue with this...but I digress. Detention slips are no longer seen as a worrisome thing, but now a joke, and if not a prideful example of one rebelling against the system, or if anything a class joke. Can we move past this...? Would the administration ever see the error of its ways? Tune in later to find out...

Hallway Nazis

My first entry I wrote about the food nazis and concluded there was a great possibility that these nazis could spread to other places. Now I bear unfortunate news when I say that these nazis have now relocated to South Windsor High School under the new guise of Hallway Nazis! The average student at SWHS is occasionally late to school, I mean who would be in a rush to get to class. The hallways which were a connecting pathway to one's next class was also a bustling social scene where you could chat with friends for a few, exchange test secrets, gossip or even the occasional wandering aimlessly around the halls during a study hall. School is harsh enough, we need our little breaks in between classes to shout the hello across the hallway or so, these little acts keep us sane. But now these hallways once filled with carefree chatter are now filled with paranoid and fear.

Exhibit 1:
Our first period AP English class is known to commonly come in late, I mean half the class doesn't even come in until a few minutes after the final bell, and of course our usual late student Tom Demaio. But see Mrs. Laurain doesn't mind this at all, if anything we're always counting down to what time Tom will come to class this time, 7:30? 7:35? and when he comes in he has a smile on his face, and Mrs, Laurain lightly chuckles and shakes her head, but no harm no foul. Tuesday morning, everyone surprisingly is at their seats by the bell, yet Tom being his typical lateness probably wouldn't show till around 7:35, yet 7:35 rolls around and he still isn' tthere, he comes in about 10-15 minutes later pissed off with a detention slip in hand mumbling words that I shall not repeat here. Then he explains his whole situation where there was a blockade in the hallway with 50 students getting detention slips and Andrew who of course came with Tom and has lock-in also got a detention for being late to a class that he doesn't even have. Injustice? I think that's an understatement! And now class was even more disrupted as we spent 20 minutes discussing this pressing issue.

Exhibit 2:
I had lock-in this morning, now yeah I have to admit that I am always late to orchestra on days when day 3 is first. Now Imade it a point to leave the house early so not to get stopped by the hallway nazis. So I get to school around 8:20 a good 5 minutes to get to class, and I see a few other girls so I wasn't alone in my thinking, and then I find out that the door is locked, so now it was a mad sprint to the front doorway. It wasn't even 8:30 and they locked the door, what the hell? So me being hte violinist and bottomless pit that I am I had my violin case and of course dunkin donuts in my other hand. Running with these items=not so easy and completely out of breath!

Exhibit 3:
The worst we fear has come true, and no it's not the apocalyspe or world domination of evil dictators but *gasp* (pause for dramatic effect)...Benoit has now gotten a whistle...oh the unspeakable evil. Now from what I have recently learned she has taken full advantage of this whistle. Ryan Foley, poor unsuspecting student who also didn't want to be late rushed to class, although unfortunately he failed. While he tried to quickly reach his classroom he spotted Benoit. Now I don't know the exact details but from what I can guess it probably happened like this:

Foley: looks at Benoit down the hall
Benoit sees him, and says something alone the lines of, "hold right there young man"
Foley: *scared look* eyes waver to the left and right, then in a split second he bolts the other way
Benoit:*whistle blow* x10 and then proceeds to chase after him

Exhibit 4:
Now does study hall really count as a class? If you're late to study hall, should you be penalized with a detention?!?! Now I give you another incident with another innocent student, Corey Bushey. Corey is just a harmless, innocent sophmore who like the rest of us saunter down to study hall, because I mean study hall isn't a class so technically it can't count if you're late for study hall right? Well this is his story:

Corey: I was walking to my study hall (which is in the science wing since they kicked us out of cafe study) and mind you I was coming from history. So I'm coming up the stairs and benoit is there. I walk past her and she gets that darned whistle out and sticks it in her mouth ready to blow my ear drums out at any second. I start to walk quickly in order to not be late. I mean late to study hall?!?! OH NO! and then she follows me! Fortunately, I arrive at the class and step inside just as the bell starts to ring...I am safe.

Now I walk down the hallways and with 2 minutes left before the bell rings the hallways look like nothing but a ghost town, not a soul in the hallways, not eve a tumbleweed traveling in the gusts of wind. What has happened to our school? Do they just need new ways to torture the students? These hallway nazis, besides forming blockades in the middle of the hallways, they have now made it a point to hide within the nooks and crannies of the school, catching innocent unsuspecting students. Even if a student is within a foot fo their classrooms, doors are locked or even they're stopped before even reaching their classroom. Now we can't all just blame the hallway nazis, for frankly the Hitler of it all is the administration. I mourn what our school has now become and miss the old days before vacation...

***stealing Colby's asterix idea...to quote him from french "These hallway nazis give the real nazis a bad name"
*********all of these incidents are true as well as the people, none of this is fictionalized...copyright by madnessorbrilliance of blogger 2006


More documented experiences for your reading pleasure:
Me vs The Bobcat
February 28th...or the day they finally lost it...
I'm sorry I can't serve your ridiculous detention, I have a NHS meeting to attend...
School Policy

The Eating Habits of the Typical 5th Grade Boy

Today was my brother's 11th birthday party, me being the big sister that I am, was dragged kicking and screaming to Vernon Lanes to accompany my brother and his 9 close friends. Now before you think that things turned for the worst, I have to say my life saver arrived in all her glory, Julie Soloman. She is the one person who kept my sanity throughout this ordeal, so this entry is dedicated to her. Surprisingly, we both escaped without being maimed or subject to evil or devilish tricks. While sitting on our little table island, we learned and observed several new things about these 5th grade boys:

1. They huddle in packs and are quite loud, louder than say another b-day party group of girls to the left of them.

2. Chucking the bowling ball at the lane floor can be very effective at times, even though the ball is going at 4.2 mph.

3. If said ball is stuck, chuck some more bowling balls at the stuck bowling ball until there is a big mess of bowling balls in the lane.

4. Soda=trouble, enough said.

5. When they proceed to the arcade, these boys will use all means necessary to win a game of chance arcade game, i.e. bang on the coverings, tackle the machine so the ball will move in the desire spot, or continual yelling at the machine.

6. Now when these 5th grade boys have used up all their tokens, they will employ any means necessary to gain some more, such as constant begging, pleading, sweet talking, etc.

7. If all actions in #6 fail to work, these boys will sprawl themselves all over the arcade floor looking underneath the machines for any loose tokens, in which surprisingly they found a total of ten.

8. Tokens belonging to another 5th grader are untouchable, dropped tickets however are fair game.

Now for the main topic of my entry. When I first saw these fifth grade boys enter into the bowling alley, they didn't seem too big, I mean 2 pizzas and 2 pitchers of soda are probably enough for the 10 of them considering their tiny size. BOY, was I WRONG! Now the following events are a bit graphic, so I would not recommend reading the next part if you are 9 or younger. Now the pizza would be coming a bit late, my mom being the sweet person that she is wanted to order fries to hold them over. SO we took a consensus which was answered with an uproar of enthusiasm. As our hostess brought out the two plate of fries I can only compare the following events to a pack of ravenous wolves descending on their prey or maybe even hungry seagulls swooping down and gathering to fight over leftover food. One boy seemed to just inhale the fries, quickly eating the fries then washing them down with sips of soda in between. Another boy grabbed the fries and proceeded to eat them with both hands. Then another stole the last few of the fries and put them all in his mouth. and of course who ever heard of the invention of napkins, all the boys just systematically wiped their greasy hands on their pants. This behavior continued for the 3rd, 4th and finally 5th plate of fries then after each plate they would rush up in a line for soda. But not only did they stop at fries, they each had at least two pieces of pizza as well as cake. I gravely underestimated the eating habits of the fifth grade boy, I warn you not to do the same because next time it might end in mutiny or rebellion for more food.

Food Nazis

We consider Nazis as the loyal subjects of Adolf Hitler and his persecution of Jews, however, now there are a new breed of nazis...the food nazis. These Food Nazis first appeared at a Hillhouse invitational in New Haven, which I have to say has impecable indoor track facilities. When we first encountered these food nazis, they wore noticeably yellow jackets, therefore allowing us amble time to hide our food as they approached closer. However, ever since last year these Food Nazis have gotten smarter and more cunning and are now incognito/camouflaged. Ever since then we have had countless of incidents with these food nazis:

Incident One: Last year...
Sherry having a profound love for puppy chow bought a Sam's Club sized bag of Chex Mix (if you don't know what a Sam's Club sized bag means, it just is teh regular bag of chex mix times 3, quite huge). Now Sherry after running all of her necessary races takes out this huge bag and starts snacking on these delicious Chex Mix. Here is then what happened:
Food Nazi walks up to Sherry in the mezzanine bleachers and spots Sherry with her bag of chex mix. Walks over towards her...
Food Nazi: Can I have that?
Sherry grabs a handful and turns to give him it.
Food Nazi: No...all of it.
Sherry: No, you can't have all of it...
Sherry then hugs the chex bag tightly.
Food Nazi then prys the bag out of her hands, and then throws it in the garbage.
Sherry then goes into a Chex Mix withdrawl and sad/depressed/angry that the food nazi stole her food.


Incident Two:Last Year...
Katie is sitting on the bleachers, eating a package of peanut butter crackers for a good half hour. She then offers me a cracker, and puts the rest away, I twist off the top to save the last peanut buttery goodness for last. Food nazi dressed in black walks up and makes his way up to the bleachers without my knowing. He then stops right in front of me, sticks out his hand, glares at me, then sadly I put my half eaten cracker in the palm of his hand.

Incident Three: This afternoon...
Food nazi dressed in white, petit young woman, weaves her way in and out through the bleachers, snatching gatorade, which are innocently sitting around, and chucks them in the garbage. She then progresses to go through each area of the bleachers, and through the different teams and systematically collects all things edible until she is holding a big load of food. Then she throws everything out.

Who would have thought that nazis still exist in the guise of food snatchers, have they no mercy for the several track and field participants who just want a little snack to provide them for fruitful energy for their next event. I now conclude that food nazis are the next evil, and that all should beware, because there's a possibility that they could be coming to your town.

You jump, I jump Jack

Now who in this world would ever think to voluntarily jump into freezing, ice cold water of their own free will? I seem to recall the movie Titanic where several people were forced to jump into the ice cold depths of the cold Atlantic Ocean. However, this act was out of necessity. I remember once being told that jumping into cold water in the mid of winter is like the water hitting your body like a thousand daggers, now who in the world would submit themselves to this kind of torture?

Well, the answer is me, now I am one of those crazy people who are going to jump into the freezing cold water for the Penguin Plunge. But of course, this is for a good cause, cause there would be no way in hell they would get me to jump in a freezing cold lake for nothin'. On February 25th I'll be joining the rest of my fellow NHS members and take the plunge for charity. Although granted we all have to sign a liability waiver which basically states in case of injury or death you will not sue...now doesn't this sound reassuring?

First entry...

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...with blogger. Now honestly you're welcome to read my ramblings here, and perhaps from time to time I'll be compelled to write something really intriquing, ridiculous or gasp* something controversial even...or perhaps my stories will be subject to slight exageration for the public's entertainment. I can't say that I'm overly excited about this blog, but first things' first, I am a xanga traitor. There was a time when I did use xanga and was actually rather good at updating it, but however no more, now my xanga page has whithered and died and has gone to the blog heaven, where all forgotten, boring, and un-updated blogs go. Therefore, I am starting anew with blogger. Hopefully this blog will turn out better than the lost and departed soul of my xanga site...