A lot of rather random things happened today.
In homeroom, I worked on a dialogue that a partner and I have to present in Chinese. In the dialogue, I want to go get ice cream, but my partner doesn't understand why we should go get ice cream because it's snowing. It's pretty epic. Besides for the fact that I've got a massive translating job to do. Which is what I should be doing... instead of this. Actually, I haven't done any of my homework, so... yeah...
And then in Global, Hannah was being incredibly annoying and she kept trying to get me flustered and then apologizing and it was really annoying. During our discussions, I asked our teacher who her favorite president was. My dad is so going to love this... =P She replied Lincoln (he's, like, everybody's favorite, I don't get that) FDR, Lyndon B. Johnson and Carter. I laughed. She asked why I laughed. I told her I was hearing the anti-Carter rant that I got every time his name came up. (C'mon Dad, don't disappoint). And then Rishi and I had a discussion after class about taxation without representation and no one understood what we were talking about. Which was weird. Because we weren't being that obfuscating.
PE was pretty normal. For PE at least. Except for the fact that my engineering teacher was there for about fifteen minutes, talking to one of the two gym teachers. It was like... weird. He kept watching us.
Science was science. Nothing to report really. Except for the fact that my science teacher spells "within" as two words. That's really annoying. I don't like that.
We're reading Macbeth. It's Shakespeare, I get that. But we're reading it aloud, without having any previous knowledge of the play. No one can get through three lines without stumbling or misspronouncing something. Me included. Our teacher asked us who we thought was a stronger character, Macbeth or Lady Macbeth. Out of 25, 5 said Macbeth, including me. Our teacher asked us who we thought was going to kill King Duncan. I and two others said Macbeth. Everyone else thinks Lady Macbeth is going to do it.
In IED, Satjiv and Jonah continued to talk about Lewis Carroll. It was a conversation we started yesterday when Satjiv was inputting Jabberwocky into his calculator and Jonah said it wasn't normal for people to know Jabberwocky off the top of their heads. I started reciting the poem. He rolled his eyes. Seriously, I love that class. It's great. And we're assembling our pieces, so it actually looks like we have a little model engine now and it's epic.
And in math, we had a test that took me almost the entire period! I only had seven minutes of waiting around instead of the usually twenty or fifteen. It was a fun test. I think that I've gotten full credit for it, but I'm not. Usually if I'm really confident about all my answers, I'll get about two questions wrong. So, this state of mind is okay. I think I messed one of them up, but... yeah...
And then on the way to the bus, there was a police man walking through the hallways and it felt like he was following me. It was unnerving. Especially when he turned down the B-wing right after I did. Creepy. Really creepy.
And I really, really want to go write right now but I've got homework. Siiiiigh...
I can do the -stans now! Not that I know all of them, as I still can't say the Taij-something-stan or the smaller K-something-stan, but I know which countries they are. I just need the capitals now. Hm... And then I've got to remember the Az-something-jan country that sandwiches Armenia and is below Georgia. Really. I've been seeing this map in my head all day. It's nightmarish.
Okay. I'm going to stop procrastinating now.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Why I Like Babylon 5
There are many, many reasons why I enjoy that television show. But here are a small amount of some of the best quotes from the series. I have tried to include one that captures the epicness of all the best characters... And frankly, I'm using this as a copout because I'm so brain dead I couldn't give you more than a couple good reasons. Siiiigh. Sorry. Enjoy the quotes and wake me in the morning (or don't, let me sleep and forever be my friend):
""There comes a time when you look into the mirror and realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it, or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking into mirrors." ~ Londo
"It's all so brief, isn't it? Typical human lifespan is almost a hundred years, but it's barely a second compared to what's out there. It wouldn't be so bad if life didn't take so long to figure out. Seems you just start to get it right and then .. it's over."
"Doesn't matter. If we lived two hundred years, we'd still be human.We'd still make the same mistakes."
"You're a pessimist."
"I am Russian, Doctor. We understand these things." ~ Ivanova and Franklin
"That's a lie."
"Yes, it is. What's your point?" ~ Sinclair and Bester
"We do not have cats on Minbar, we have gogs."
"Gogs?"
"Gogs. Such creatures are an attempt by the universe to make sure that we never take ourselves too seriously." ~ Delenn and Sheridan
"And according to one of our units on the border of Centauri space, they've continued massing their fleet. We don't know why. Maybe they expect a counter attack, it's hard to say. And they have much to be concerned about. There's always the threat of an attack by say, a giant space dragon, the kind that leaves the sun every thirty days. It's a nuisance, but what would you expect from reptiles. Did I mention that my nose was on fire? That I have fifteen wild badgers living in my trousers? I'm sorry, would you prefer ferrets?" ~ Marcus
"What do you want?"
"I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations that some favors come with too high a price. I'd look up at your lifeless eyes and wave like this. Can you and your associates arrange it for me, Mr. Morden?" ~ Morden and Vir
"Do you understand?"
"Zathras understand. .. No. Zathras not understand, but Zathras do." ~ Sinclair and Zathras
"Thin air? Why is it always thin air? Never fat air, chubby air, mostly-fit-could-stand-lose-a-few-pounds air?" ~ Garibaldi
"Captain, we're sorry. We thought you were dead."
"I was. I'm better now." ~ Drazi Ambassador and Sheridan
"Commander! Did you threaten to grab hold of this man by the collar and throw him out an airlock?"
"Yes I did."
"I'm shocked. Shocked and dismayed. I'd remind you that we are short on supplies here. We can't afford to take perfectly good clothing and throw it out into space. Always take the jacket off first, I've told you that before. Sorry, she meant to say: Stripped naked and thrown out an airlock. I apologize for any confusion this may have caused." Sheridan and Ivanova
"Raise your eyes and look at me."
"It's disrespectful."
"I can not have an aide who will not look up. You will be forever walking into things." ~ Dukhat and Delenn
"No, that was not Zathras, that was Zathras. There are 10 of us, all of family Zathras, each one named Zathras. Slight differences in how you pronounce. Zathraas, Zathras, Zathras.. You are seeing now?"
"There are ten of you?"
"Yes! Well, nine now." ~ Zathras and Ivanova
"So from now on I guess the operational phrase is 'Trust no-one.'"
"No. Trust Ivanova, trust yourself, anybody else: shoot them." ~ Corwin and Ivanova
"Half of EarthForce wants me to celebrate your victory and give you the Metal of Honor. The other half wants you shot. As a politician, I learn to compromise. Therefore, I should give you the Metal of Honor, and then have you shot." ~ President Luchenko
"Where is my book? It is my only copy!"
"Yes, that is precisely the point. The Kha'Ri felt that if anything happened to you, the book of G'Kar would never see the light of day, so they .. liberated it."
"Liberated it?"
"We took it home. Those that read it were very moved by it and they made some copies."
"Copies?!"
"Just a few, .. for their friends. A few more, .. later few more copies."
"How many?!"
"That's hard to say, exactly. There was some confusion when it went to the printers."
"Printers?! I've only been gone for a month, Ta'Lon, there can't be that many copies floating around this quickly. How many?"
"Five or six .. hundred .. thousand."
"What?"
"I've been told that it will out-sold the book of G'Quan. .. Congratulations, citizen G'Kar. You are now a religious icon." G'Kar and Ta'lon
Sleep now. Talk about how pointless this is. Wake me up in the morning. Or don't. 'Night.
""There comes a time when you look into the mirror and realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. Then you accept it, or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking into mirrors." ~ Londo
"It's all so brief, isn't it? Typical human lifespan is almost a hundred years, but it's barely a second compared to what's out there. It wouldn't be so bad if life didn't take so long to figure out. Seems you just start to get it right and then .. it's over."
"Doesn't matter. If we lived two hundred years, we'd still be human.We'd still make the same mistakes."
"You're a pessimist."
"I am Russian, Doctor. We understand these things." ~ Ivanova and Franklin
"That's a lie."
"Yes, it is. What's your point?" ~ Sinclair and Bester
"We do not have cats on Minbar, we have gogs."
"Gogs?"
"Gogs. Such creatures are an attempt by the universe to make sure that we never take ourselves too seriously." ~ Delenn and Sheridan
"And according to one of our units on the border of Centauri space, they've continued massing their fleet. We don't know why. Maybe they expect a counter attack, it's hard to say. And they have much to be concerned about. There's always the threat of an attack by say, a giant space dragon, the kind that leaves the sun every thirty days. It's a nuisance, but what would you expect from reptiles. Did I mention that my nose was on fire? That I have fifteen wild badgers living in my trousers? I'm sorry, would you prefer ferrets?" ~ Marcus
"What do you want?"
"I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations that some favors come with too high a price. I'd look up at your lifeless eyes and wave like this. Can you and your associates arrange it for me, Mr. Morden?" ~ Morden and Vir
"Do you understand?"
"Zathras understand. .. No. Zathras not understand, but Zathras do." ~ Sinclair and Zathras
"Thin air? Why is it always thin air? Never fat air, chubby air, mostly-fit-could-stand-lose-a-few-pounds air?" ~ Garibaldi
"Captain, we're sorry. We thought you were dead."
"I was. I'm better now." ~ Drazi Ambassador and Sheridan
"Commander! Did you threaten to grab hold of this man by the collar and throw him out an airlock?"
"Yes I did."
"I'm shocked. Shocked and dismayed. I'd remind you that we are short on supplies here. We can't afford to take perfectly good clothing and throw it out into space. Always take the jacket off first, I've told you that before. Sorry, she meant to say: Stripped naked and thrown out an airlock. I apologize for any confusion this may have caused." Sheridan and Ivanova
"Raise your eyes and look at me."
"It's disrespectful."
"I can not have an aide who will not look up. You will be forever walking into things." ~ Dukhat and Delenn
"No, that was not Zathras, that was Zathras. There are 10 of us, all of family Zathras, each one named Zathras. Slight differences in how you pronounce. Zathraas, Zathras, Zathras.. You are seeing now?"
"There are ten of you?"
"Yes! Well, nine now." ~ Zathras and Ivanova
"So from now on I guess the operational phrase is 'Trust no-one.'"
"No. Trust Ivanova, trust yourself, anybody else: shoot them." ~ Corwin and Ivanova
"Half of EarthForce wants me to celebrate your victory and give you the Metal of Honor. The other half wants you shot. As a politician, I learn to compromise. Therefore, I should give you the Metal of Honor, and then have you shot." ~ President Luchenko
"Where is my book? It is my only copy!"
"Yes, that is precisely the point. The Kha'Ri felt that if anything happened to you, the book of G'Kar would never see the light of day, so they .. liberated it."
"Liberated it?"
"We took it home. Those that read it were very moved by it and they made some copies."
"Copies?!"
"Just a few, .. for their friends. A few more, .. later few more copies."
"How many?!"
"That's hard to say, exactly. There was some confusion when it went to the printers."
"Printers?! I've only been gone for a month, Ta'Lon, there can't be that many copies floating around this quickly. How many?"
"Five or six .. hundred .. thousand."
"What?"
"I've been told that it will out-sold the book of G'Quan. .. Congratulations, citizen G'Kar. You are now a religious icon." G'Kar and Ta'lon
Sleep now. Talk about how pointless this is. Wake me up in the morning. Or don't. 'Night.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Verbose Mother Goose
I did not write these. I wish I had, but I didn't... however... they're so good that I memorized one of them. The original poems, for anyone who's been living under a proverbial rock for the last hundred years or so, are italic.
Hmmm?
What if Mother Goose had tendencies and propensities
toward verbosity and prolixity?
What if Mother Goose had tendencies and propensities
toward verbosity and prolixity?
(Jack be nimble.
Jack be quick.
Jack jump over
The candlestick)
Jack becomes dexterous,
Jack becomes able to attain high velocity,
Jack forms a trajectory over the illuminating apparatus of
ozocitereous structure.
Jack becomes dexterous,
Jack becomes able to attain high velocity,
Jack forms a trajectory over the illuminating apparatus of
ozocitereous structure.
(Mary had a little lamb,
little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
and everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go) There are more verses, but there's eighteen verses to London Bridge as well... and no one knows them. But me. Because I'm a special weirdo.
little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
and everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go) There are more verses, but there's eighteen verses to London Bridge as well... and no one knows them. But me. Because I'm a special weirdo.
Mary was formerly the owner and proprietor of a pygmy Ovis aries,
It possessed an outer wool covering which had the characteristic
pallidness much like that found in the appearance of crystalline
precipitation,
And to each point in space that Mary would venture to,
The aforementioned Ovis aries would participate with a high degree of
certainty.
(Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said 'What a good boy am I!)
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said 'What a good boy am I!)
Diminutive Jack Horner
Was seated at the perpendicular conjunction of three planar surfaces,
Ingesting his baked Yuletide pastry.
He inserted his opposable digit,
And excavated a specimen of genus Prunus,
And remarked, "What a benevolent adolescent I have become!"
(Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.)
Lilliputian damsel Muffet
Was rested upon a squatty seating apparatus,
Ingesting the lacteal substances in her possession.
At this point arrived an arachnid
Which inhabited the immediate vicinity of the maiden,
And, true to the fundamental principles of stimulus and response,
arose trepidation in the damsel with sufficient efficiency so as
to induce the aforementioned maiden to change locale.
Lilliputian damsel Muffet
Was rested upon a squatty seating apparatus,
Ingesting the lacteal substances in her possession.
At this point arrived an arachnid
Which inhabited the immediate vicinity of the maiden,
And, true to the fundamental principles of stimulus and response,
arose trepidation in the damsel with sufficient efficiency so as
to induce the aforementioned maiden to change locale.
Spiderweb Something-Or-Other
I complained about this story a couple of days ago...
Anyway, I'm calling it Spiderweb Raindrops or Spiderweb Tears or Spiderweb Something-To-Do-With-Water and that's because of a scene I had during science class. For being so awful, science class is a great way to daydream new ideas with kind of weird technology and everything.
It's a science fiction story that focuses mostly on a team and what makes a team and what happens when someone gets in the way of that team... with loyalty from some of the people. Asheme makes a great villain because he's practically insane. But he's not insane. He's just... one step away from screaming. And. Oh. I'm enjoying this story.
But I've written most of the first day. The story is in twelve days, so I'm just calling the chapters days. And I mean, I thought it was going to be short. The first day; there's still a few scenes missing and it's over 4500 words long. And, it's the first day. I introduce a lot of characters, a bit of tension, but almost none of the war with the Old World.
The characters - the ones I've developed, anyways - Ora, Carmen, Maris, Salrev, Asheme and Erik are great. Marilee and Logan are getting there just because I've changed the ship they fly, made them twins and decided which city they grew up in. Nash and Duce are just... sort of hanging in the space between the Moon and Jupiter. Because, well, no one's ever been to Jupiter.
^.^ That was Carmen's first line. Well, no. It was Nash's first line. But is was the line that introduced Carmen. It also sets up space technology without the hyperspace technology that most space stories use. I'm enjoying some of the scenes I'm thinking of. There's this one where Ora asks Carmen what war she's fighting. And Carmen says don't be silly and everything but she can't answer Ora and I know it's been done before and everything, but Ora and Carmen have some great interractions.
And Erik's the kid who fights with Ora's all the time. And they're both the longer members of the group. So, I supposed that people will think they'll end up love interests, but Erik is so completely loyal to Asheme and he's almost goes insane during Ora's second mission (Erik's fourth), they just never get along. And then Erik runs a suicide mission that everyone tells him not to do and dies and, he's just so... Erikish. He's a special character.
Keil doesn't like him, however, so I'm wondering how that dynamic will play out in my mind. So far, this is my favorite scene from Day One:
Anyway, I'm calling it Spiderweb Raindrops or Spiderweb Tears or Spiderweb Something-To-Do-With-Water and that's because of a scene I had during science class. For being so awful, science class is a great way to daydream new ideas with kind of weird technology and everything.
It's a science fiction story that focuses mostly on a team and what makes a team and what happens when someone gets in the way of that team... with loyalty from some of the people. Asheme makes a great villain because he's practically insane. But he's not insane. He's just... one step away from screaming. And. Oh. I'm enjoying this story.
But I've written most of the first day. The story is in twelve days, so I'm just calling the chapters days. And I mean, I thought it was going to be short. The first day; there's still a few scenes missing and it's over 4500 words long. And, it's the first day. I introduce a lot of characters, a bit of tension, but almost none of the war with the Old World.
The characters - the ones I've developed, anyways - Ora, Carmen, Maris, Salrev, Asheme and Erik are great. Marilee and Logan are getting there just because I've changed the ship they fly, made them twins and decided which city they grew up in. Nash and Duce are just... sort of hanging in the space between the Moon and Jupiter. Because, well, no one's ever been to Jupiter.
^.^ That was Carmen's first line. Well, no. It was Nash's first line. But is was the line that introduced Carmen. It also sets up space technology without the hyperspace technology that most space stories use. I'm enjoying some of the scenes I'm thinking of. There's this one where Ora asks Carmen what war she's fighting. And Carmen says don't be silly and everything but she can't answer Ora and I know it's been done before and everything, but Ora and Carmen have some great interractions.
And Erik's the kid who fights with Ora's all the time. And they're both the longer members of the group. So, I supposed that people will think they'll end up love interests, but Erik is so completely loyal to Asheme and he's almost goes insane during Ora's second mission (Erik's fourth), they just never get along. And then Erik runs a suicide mission that everyone tells him not to do and dies and, he's just so... Erikish. He's a special character.
Keil doesn't like him, however, so I'm wondering how that dynamic will play out in my mind. So far, this is my favorite scene from Day One:
Someone screamed. It was a horrible sound. Like... the way street-rats cried out when they were cornered by the drunken dregs. It was the way a woman cried out when she was separated from her child. It was how a trapped man screams when his life is being slowly, every so slowly, sucked away. Salrev's grip tightened. His fingers dug into my skin and pulled me onward. The screaming got closer as we walked. I scanned the hallways, looking for the awful sound. We rounded a corner and I stopped.
A man slumped against a side wall, his head between his knees. He was shaking and clutched at his hair in desperation. His screams echoed through the hallways. I stared. His uniform was the same as mine. I could feel Salrev trying to pull me on, but the Pilot felt more important. The man screamed.
“Miss Anton,” the lieutenant hissed in my ear, “we must continue.”
I refused to acknowledge him. The man huddled against the wall and no one moved to help him. Why would no one move to help him? I had seen bodies slumped against walls, bruised and broken until life had simply left them, but he was still alive and he was in pain. Why would no one help him?
“Miss Anton,” the voice sounded very far away. I swallowed, struggling to maintain my balance.
There was a small noise directly beside my left ear. I jumped a little. A health worker stood beside me, a small pistol clutched in his hands. I blinked. What...? Before I could fully process the thought, the health worker leveled the gun, pointing it at the man. Somehow, before the trigger was pulled, I ended up against the wall opposite the screaming man, with Lieutenant Salrev covering my ears. But I still saw the gun recoil.
I saw the man recoil.
And I could still hear his last scream. It rung in my ears over and over and over and over as he slumped to the side.
The health worker turned to us and offered a hand, helping Lieutenant Salrev up. “Sorry kid,” said the worker, slipping the gun into his belt. “Just remember rule number twenty-six. Ignore the screamers.” He walked away.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Why, I Ask You?
So, Saint Patrick's Day was yesterday. I wore my green turtle earrings - because they are epic - but didn't do much more than that. The whole school seemed obsessed with it. Like with Valentine's Day, it really made me wonder why people celebrate these things?
The few people I asked said that St. Patrick's Day was a celebration of Irish heritage.
If that was the case, why does everyone seem to celebrate it when everyone is most certainly not Irish? I got invited to an "Erin" party one of seniors was having in one of the classrooms after school. I didn't attend because I wasn't feel so great and because it felt entirely and completely arbitrary, not to mention very exclusive. I mean, seriously, a name party?
St. Patrick's Day, like so many other holidays like Easter started out as Christian celebrations and have turned into secular holidays. Although, I guess Easter doesn't really count because it's still retained such an importance to Christianity. St. Patrick is remembered because he brought salvation to Ireland. I'm not sure of all the details, but that is pretty much what happened.
It just really bugs me, society and all. They place so much value on looks and appearance and this and that and not on what really, truly matters. Irish heritage. Shouldn't we have a major celebration for English heritage then? French? Dutch? Italian? But no... it's just... such a minority thing.
Minority things. I really dislike debacles revolving around minorities. Most of them are so... so... minor! I mean, there is a reason something is majority and something is a minority. Yeah, I understand we should respect and honor and be aware of the minority, but if you're not allowed to wear an American flag in a California school just because for some Mexican holiday, that's just taking things way too far. That's placing the minority above the majority and saying "Lookee here, we're doing something for the people no one pays any attention too."
The thing is, I seem to fixate on problems like that. I think about half of the people who edited Count the Rocks for me asked if there wasn't some other difference I could use besides for "black" and "white." No. The story was not about the racism between black and white, but rather something that could have been done. People just grabbed a hold of the racism and cried foul. Shouldn't we be complaining about St. Patrick's Day? Because it's so entirely Irish. But no...
Society is so inconsistent.
The few people I asked said that St. Patrick's Day was a celebration of Irish heritage.
If that was the case, why does everyone seem to celebrate it when everyone is most certainly not Irish? I got invited to an "Erin" party one of seniors was having in one of the classrooms after school. I didn't attend because I wasn't feel so great and because it felt entirely and completely arbitrary, not to mention very exclusive. I mean, seriously, a name party?
St. Patrick's Day, like so many other holidays like Easter started out as Christian celebrations and have turned into secular holidays. Although, I guess Easter doesn't really count because it's still retained such an importance to Christianity. St. Patrick is remembered because he brought salvation to Ireland. I'm not sure of all the details, but that is pretty much what happened.
It just really bugs me, society and all. They place so much value on looks and appearance and this and that and not on what really, truly matters. Irish heritage. Shouldn't we have a major celebration for English heritage then? French? Dutch? Italian? But no... it's just... such a minority thing.
Minority things. I really dislike debacles revolving around minorities. Most of them are so... so... minor! I mean, there is a reason something is majority and something is a minority. Yeah, I understand we should respect and honor and be aware of the minority, but if you're not allowed to wear an American flag in a California school just because for some Mexican holiday, that's just taking things way too far. That's placing the minority above the majority and saying "Lookee here, we're doing something for the people no one pays any attention too."
The thing is, I seem to fixate on problems like that. I think about half of the people who edited Count the Rocks for me asked if there wasn't some other difference I could use besides for "black" and "white." No. The story was not about the racism between black and white, but rather something that could have been done. People just grabbed a hold of the racism and cried foul. Shouldn't we be complaining about St. Patrick's Day? Because it's so entirely Irish. But no...
Society is so inconsistent.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I Think It's About Homeschooling...
Not sure though... I ramble a lot...
It's been weird, in school, I haven't encountered nearly the same amount of "homeschool questions" that I thought was going to. There's been a ton, but usually rather random ones and not the full out interview that starts with "how long" going to "what time you wake up" to "pajamas" to whatever interests the questioner.
Anyway, in social studies we were filling out the study guide for our the Cold War European map quiz that we're having on Friday. Seriously, I could have taken this test weeks ago and aced it. Iceland, Ireland, Great Britain, Portugal, Spain, France, Luxembourg, Belgium, Netherlands, Switzerland, West Germany, Italy, East Germany, Poland, Austria, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, Albany, Greece, Bulgaria, Romania, Norway, Sweden, Finland and the Soviet Union. My class was complaining about having to do all of Europe.
Jada, the girl in front of me, asked why I was so good at geography. You know, I really, really, really hate it when people ask me to explain something about myself. It's like... an impossibility. I just answered that one of my older brothers was a whiz at geography and that I picked it up from him. She then asked if I had already studied the material that we were working through. I said kinda.
This sparked the first bout of real homeschool questions I had had in a long while. Amy, who sits next to me, asked how long each day I normally worked, what time I woke up, what a day consisted off, etc. etc. etc. Lauren, who sits in front of Amy, asked me if I would spend a day on each subject instead of doing a little each day. That was actually an original question, but then Lauren is, um, slightly, um, different from the normal populace. She's a special person in her own way.
And then during science today, I was taking with Katie, who was a homeschooler for first and second grade. She stopped homeschooling when she moved to New York, but it was weird taking to someone - who I actually get along with - who did homeschool for the first couple years. She really didn't like it, but it was an enjoyable discussion. Katie actually shares my views on vaccinations, it's incredible. The two of us are completely different but we have a ton of common view points.
It just seems to me that a lot of people who go to school have a very warped vision of homeschooling. Many homeschooling conversations usually end up along the "are you a hermit?" direction of thoughts. There's a Doctor Who quote that always, always, always makes me think of homeschooling:
"Where have you been?"
"Bit of a hermit."
"A-a hermit... with, uh; friends?"
"Hermits United. We meet up every 10 years, swap stories about caves. It's good fun. For a hermit."
~ Doctor Who, Season 3, Utopia, Professor Yana and the Doctor
It's been weird, in school, I haven't encountered nearly the same amount of "homeschool questions" that I thought was going to. There's been a ton, but usually rather random ones and not the full out interview that starts with "how long" going to "what time you wake up" to "pajamas" to whatever interests the questioner.
Anyway, in social studies we were filling out the study guide for our the Cold War European map quiz that we're having on Friday. Seriously, I could have taken this test weeks ago and aced it. Iceland, Ireland, Great Britain, Portugal, Spain, France, Luxembourg, Belgium, Netherlands, Switzerland, West Germany, Italy, East Germany, Poland, Austria, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, Albany, Greece, Bulgaria, Romania, Norway, Sweden, Finland and the Soviet Union. My class was complaining about having to do all of Europe.
Jada, the girl in front of me, asked why I was so good at geography. You know, I really, really, really hate it when people ask me to explain something about myself. It's like... an impossibility. I just answered that one of my older brothers was a whiz at geography and that I picked it up from him. She then asked if I had already studied the material that we were working through. I said kinda.
This sparked the first bout of real homeschool questions I had had in a long while. Amy, who sits next to me, asked how long each day I normally worked, what time I woke up, what a day consisted off, etc. etc. etc. Lauren, who sits in front of Amy, asked me if I would spend a day on each subject instead of doing a little each day. That was actually an original question, but then Lauren is, um, slightly, um, different from the normal populace. She's a special person in her own way.
And then during science today, I was taking with Katie, who was a homeschooler for first and second grade. She stopped homeschooling when she moved to New York, but it was weird taking to someone - who I actually get along with - who did homeschool for the first couple years. She really didn't like it, but it was an enjoyable discussion. Katie actually shares my views on vaccinations, it's incredible. The two of us are completely different but we have a ton of common view points.
It just seems to me that a lot of people who go to school have a very warped vision of homeschooling. Many homeschooling conversations usually end up along the "are you a hermit?" direction of thoughts. There's a Doctor Who quote that always, always, always makes me think of homeschooling:
"Where have you been?"
"Bit of a hermit."
"A-a hermit... with, uh; friends?"
"Hermits United. We meet up every 10 years, swap stories about caves. It's good fun. For a hermit."
~ Doctor Who, Season 3, Utopia, Professor Yana and the Doctor
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