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Gunmetal grey ....
Apr. 10th, 2002 06:22 pm*phew* ... Now THAT'S a load off my shoulders. Grad dress fabric ... check. Gunmetal taffeta and black bridal satin. Interesting wording combination, and I still find it amusing to wear the color gunmetal. Makes me sound gangsterish.
*snort* Gunmetal _taffeta_. *giggle*
*rummages in coat pocket* ... Oooh! Fudge!
Okay, today was odd. It started of with me sleeping in an hour too late, missing time for shower and breakfast, and me and my brother still not speaking to each other after getting in a ... _disagreement_ .... last night.
"Look, I know you like your friends more than me." DAMMIT! That _really_ pissed me off! I just ... *sigh*.
I can't choose between friends and family sometimes. I'm usually really close to my best friends, and I don't do much with my brother. I hardly see him at all during the day, even though we go to the same high school. I care a lot for other people, it's a curse of mine, and certain events in the past have brought me a lot closer to some of my best pals.
But family is family, and I love my brother, I really do. It just pisses me off when he starts to lecture me and put words in my mouth about stuff like that when it was _he_ who stayed for almost all of Spring Break at a friend's house while I stayed with our grandparents.
*sigh* It's over now. I mean, we'll see each other tonight and we'll be totally cool with each other, as if it never happened. I hate fighting with him, but I don't know how much longer I can live in this house.
That, and he tried to shove a nine-volt battery in my mouth.
Cabin fever ..... almost as bad as Spring fever. *snicker*
Almost fell asleep in Calculus again, and I have a unit final tomorrow. Damn derivatives. I'll have to study my brains out tonight if I want to keep my dignity and refrain from calling my Aunt Cate for help. She's taking the same course and puling off high 90's.
Band was ... I can only say good. I went to the director's office, asking if my head would be served on a platter if I didn't have my festival trip deposit in on time (due last month .... oops), and ended up in a very heartfelt discussion. I never knew that he thought so ... highly of me. I was stunned.
The teacher strike and work-to-rule order hit two of my teachers very hard, to the point that I think they're quitting next year. These two people love their work. I have never seen people that work as hard as they do towards student success in their respective fields. They are also a pair of the best teachers I have had in my entire life. I have great amount of respect for them, and consider them good friends. I support them very much, and will continue to do so.
I've just never been given a thank-you like that. It's ... humbling and mind-blowing at the same time.
Members of the staff, I won't mention names, have actually taken me aside and told me how much they appreciated my support, and if I wanted to be part of an article about the perspective of the students on recent events. I had to decline, because I didn't want to be the one representing the students' view and sounding like I was making assumptions. I'm not very popular with the graduating class, and I'm not in the loop as a rule. Hell, I'm not even on Student Council.
It just ... makes me sit back and think, "Wow. They think that? About _me_?"
Mom said that it reminds her of our first parent-teacher interview at this school. My social teacher said that if he was a politician, he'd want me to write his speeches for him. And this guy does not bullshit. Ever. It was just so out of the blue, and I was amazed that he would be so impressed with a grade ten student's five-page essay.
Just ... wow. Whoa. I'm gonna miss these guys.
*snort* Gunmetal _taffeta_. *giggle*
*rummages in coat pocket* ... Oooh! Fudge!
Okay, today was odd. It started of with me sleeping in an hour too late, missing time for shower and breakfast, and me and my brother still not speaking to each other after getting in a ... _disagreement_ .... last night.
"Look, I know you like your friends more than me." DAMMIT! That _really_ pissed me off! I just ... *sigh*.
I can't choose between friends and family sometimes. I'm usually really close to my best friends, and I don't do much with my brother. I hardly see him at all during the day, even though we go to the same high school. I care a lot for other people, it's a curse of mine, and certain events in the past have brought me a lot closer to some of my best pals.
But family is family, and I love my brother, I really do. It just pisses me off when he starts to lecture me and put words in my mouth about stuff like that when it was _he_ who stayed for almost all of Spring Break at a friend's house while I stayed with our grandparents.
*sigh* It's over now. I mean, we'll see each other tonight and we'll be totally cool with each other, as if it never happened. I hate fighting with him, but I don't know how much longer I can live in this house.
That, and he tried to shove a nine-volt battery in my mouth.
Cabin fever ..... almost as bad as Spring fever. *snicker*
Almost fell asleep in Calculus again, and I have a unit final tomorrow. Damn derivatives. I'll have to study my brains out tonight if I want to keep my dignity and refrain from calling my Aunt Cate for help. She's taking the same course and puling off high 90's.
Band was ... I can only say good. I went to the director's office, asking if my head would be served on a platter if I didn't have my festival trip deposit in on time (due last month .... oops), and ended up in a very heartfelt discussion. I never knew that he thought so ... highly of me. I was stunned.
The teacher strike and work-to-rule order hit two of my teachers very hard, to the point that I think they're quitting next year. These two people love their work. I have never seen people that work as hard as they do towards student success in their respective fields. They are also a pair of the best teachers I have had in my entire life. I have great amount of respect for them, and consider them good friends. I support them very much, and will continue to do so.
I've just never been given a thank-you like that. It's ... humbling and mind-blowing at the same time.
Members of the staff, I won't mention names, have actually taken me aside and told me how much they appreciated my support, and if I wanted to be part of an article about the perspective of the students on recent events. I had to decline, because I didn't want to be the one representing the students' view and sounding like I was making assumptions. I'm not very popular with the graduating class, and I'm not in the loop as a rule. Hell, I'm not even on Student Council.
It just ... makes me sit back and think, "Wow. They think that? About _me_?"
Mom said that it reminds her of our first parent-teacher interview at this school. My social teacher said that if he was a politician, he'd want me to write his speeches for him. And this guy does not bullshit. Ever. It was just so out of the blue, and I was amazed that he would be so impressed with a grade ten student's five-page essay.
Just ... wow. Whoa. I'm gonna miss these guys.