bio night would have been unbearable had it not been for the food. Oh, my goodness. IB kids can NOT get the idea of "short and concise" down... when they told us freshman year that we'd have to analyze, we suddenly lost the concept of using pretty pictures and making things interesting. You know what? I think we think that if we drone on long enough and use big fancy words that people will lose interest, just assume we're smart, and then grade us highly (the last part applies only to teachers, obviously). Makes for a pretty poor PowerPoint presentation... holy cow. And twelve of them... I don't know what we did to deserve this.
I usually struggle with math these days, especially in calculus. I'm okay at lower level math, but recently I've run into a rather difficult algebra problem. Lots of variables. Not quite sure what I'm going to do about it yet. Gave it to a friend, and I think she's currently working on it, so we'll see how that goes.
homework sucks. The thing is, I don't really need to do it anymore, because 3rd trimester grades really DON'T matter. does anybody else realize this? Yet, I always do my homework anyway, and i'm not quite sure why. Maybe somewhere deep down inside of me, there really IS a passion for learning new and exciting things. I thought IB had killed it. Or maybe I just feel guilty if I don't do my assignments. Yeah, that's probably it.
"Nobody looked up not once the day Angel Vargas learned to fly and dropped from the sky like a sugar donut". from The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. Which brings up a few questions. Do donuts drop from the sky regularly in the Latino section of Chicago, where this story takes place? If they do, is it only the sugar donuts which look like falling boys? what about powdered donuts? jelly-filled? sprinkled? bear claws? Maybe they each resemble different falling life forms, like falling dog = apple fritter? What makes a falling sugar donut any different from another kind of pastry, or any other type of falling object, for that matter? Couldn't the boy fall "like a ball of earwax"? a "small flounder"? a "rubber truncheon"? Is the author aware that sugar donuts can't scream? And if the 3rd period IB English class were to test different types of falling donuts, would they be caught by the Trebuchet boys and be either eaten or sold for profit?
This literary analysis was brought to you today in part by a Cooper Union attendee. He did in fact receive a four point last semester. Oh, the powers of B.S.
RF, if you read this, thanks for lending me your metaphor.
current music: more of my beloved dispatch- I will carry you