Well.
Yesterday I went to something at the high school I'll be at starting Tuesday. They called it an ice cream social.
Just ponder that for a minute. What?
STOP TACKING FANCY NAMES ONTO THINGS.
Okay, sorry. I'll continue now.
The only reason I went was that we were getting our schedules.
So.
I went to the "student center" (aka cafeteria for normal folk like you and me) and stood in line for like ten minutes to get the schedule. I got it, and it looked like this:
A block: Directed Study
B block: Directed Study
C block: Directed Study
ETC.
I looked at it for about a minute and finally thought, "That can't be right..."
And then I had to go to the office and get it sorted out and I missed the looking around the school and getting a tour and whatever. Take a moment to pity me.
...
Thank you.
So after that I went back to the cafeteria for a Schedule Comparison Fest and various processed sweet frozen stuff. Processed sweet frozen stuff happens to be delicious, which made it a little less irritating that almost none of my friends are in my classes.
After looking at my schedule just now I've decided that the schedule times make absolutely no sense. I may be vastly confused for the first month or so, hmm...
Friday, August 31, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
"Reunion"
There was this thing. At the art center.
They called it a reunion but it wasn't really, it was just an invitation to come and make art with other people. And eat pizza. And ice cream. And it was brilliant.
I was the first one there and then this other girl came and we were talking and laughing with the teachers. We made a plan for what we were going to do on the giant canvas that was provided. Then we started to paint and some other kids arrived. I went downstairs to see my friends from ceramics since I wasn't attending this week. We ate pizza and ice cream and went on painting.
I did not feel at all emotionally attached to the painting that I was doing with the second girl who arrived. The other people were also doing a giant one. It was amazing not to give a damn at all and just go wild with color. Ours ended up as a real explosion of hues, and quite abstract too. The canvas was absolutely enormous. I've never done something so large-scale.
So. Much. Fun.
I talked with the girl about middle school and high school and social things and it was kind of fun because we had the same opinions on a lot of things even though she's a "popular kid" and I'm a "book/YouTube nerd." It's amazing how fundamentally similar humans are.
When I signed my name at the end of the evening, I looked at our work and kind of liked it. It definitely wasn't my favorite thing I ever made but it wasn't bad. Creating it was almost like letting go, just letting everything out, with vast brush strokes across the enormous space.
It feels good not to be attached, almost like floating, like being on a ship in the open sea. You choose what ports to enter, which ones you want to explore, and where you want to stay. "I can see...perfectly in this cracked darkness." ~ Paper Towns by John Green
They called it a reunion but it wasn't really, it was just an invitation to come and make art with other people. And eat pizza. And ice cream. And it was brilliant.
I was the first one there and then this other girl came and we were talking and laughing with the teachers. We made a plan for what we were going to do on the giant canvas that was provided. Then we started to paint and some other kids arrived. I went downstairs to see my friends from ceramics since I wasn't attending this week. We ate pizza and ice cream and went on painting.
I did not feel at all emotionally attached to the painting that I was doing with the second girl who arrived. The other people were also doing a giant one. It was amazing not to give a damn at all and just go wild with color. Ours ended up as a real explosion of hues, and quite abstract too. The canvas was absolutely enormous. I've never done something so large-scale.
So. Much. Fun.
I talked with the girl about middle school and high school and social things and it was kind of fun because we had the same opinions on a lot of things even though she's a "popular kid" and I'm a "book/YouTube nerd." It's amazing how fundamentally similar humans are.
When I signed my name at the end of the evening, I looked at our work and kind of liked it. It definitely wasn't my favorite thing I ever made but it wasn't bad. Creating it was almost like letting go, just letting everything out, with vast brush strokes across the enormous space.
It feels good not to be attached, almost like floating, like being on a ship in the open sea. You choose what ports to enter, which ones you want to explore, and where you want to stay. "I can see...perfectly in this cracked darkness." ~ Paper Towns by John Green
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Impossible Life
We went out for dinner (our excuse was that I have finally done my placement test and have most of my schedule for the coming year sorted out) - it was an Ethiopian/Eritrean restaurant. The food was delicious; we ate it by picking it up with pieces of pancake-like bread. It's fun to eat with your hands and have it be proper.
The restaurant is in Cambridge, around the area where we lived until I was about five or six. It's a little strange being around there because I feel a strange familiarity, yet also a disconnect - it's the first place I knew, but I don't really know it as well anymore. Almost like déjà-vu. I know the way the streets connect but I no longer know the contents. I know the skeleton, but not the sinew.
And as we stepped out of the little, low-lit restaurant, my world was full of impossibles: the air was impossibly muggy; the lights of Mass Ave impossibly bright; the crescent-but-fading-to-gibbous moon looking impossibly close; the sky impossibly, deeply blue, as it is when twilight begins fading to night; parts of the place, like the grass in front of City Hall and the Post Office, impossibly familiar, so familiar that it's like I never left, and yet so many places so impossibly different and strange.
Suddenly I was struck by the impossibility of my world; the infinite paths that could have been taken. The precariousness of everything. It is all impossible. As the Doctor says, we're all stories. "We're all stories in the end." That's how impossible we are.
The restaurant is in Cambridge, around the area where we lived until I was about five or six. It's a little strange being around there because I feel a strange familiarity, yet also a disconnect - it's the first place I knew, but I don't really know it as well anymore. Almost like déjà-vu. I know the way the streets connect but I no longer know the contents. I know the skeleton, but not the sinew.
And as we stepped out of the little, low-lit restaurant, my world was full of impossibles: the air was impossibly muggy; the lights of Mass Ave impossibly bright; the crescent-but-fading-to-gibbous moon looking impossibly close; the sky impossibly, deeply blue, as it is when twilight begins fading to night; parts of the place, like the grass in front of City Hall and the Post Office, impossibly familiar, so familiar that it's like I never left, and yet so many places so impossibly different and strange.
Suddenly I was struck by the impossibility of my world; the infinite paths that could have been taken. The precariousness of everything. It is all impossible. As the Doctor says, we're all stories. "We're all stories in the end." That's how impossible we are.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Strange Favorite
My favorite knife needs to be sharpened.
See, we have these three big knives. Two are long; one has a rounder blade. Two have thicker blades, while the last one has a thinner one.
My favorite one is the one with the round, thicker blade.
I'm classy. I have knife favorites.
(Or, you know, I could be a serial killer. Whatever.)
Thursday, August 16, 2012
I am a bad girl, me
So I went to ceramics, which was awesome. I painted a teacup I made with white and copper-green slip and I'm going to glaze it tomorrow.
Of course, since I wasn't throwing today (only trimming and painting and sitting around because I didn't make enough stuff this week to keep myself occupied), I, as well as my wheel, was much less dirty. So I cleaned up my stuff and then my friends and I basically ditched the class. (Oh well...the classroom was pretty clean anyways...)
We were upstairs and my friend and I were unlocking my bike from the railing by the door and another one was sitting on the railing and then my friend asked me to come get ice cream with her. At first I said no, I shouldn't, I should get home, because my grandparents will be expecting me (my parents are in the Berkshires). But then we started riding and I thought, what the hell, why not, ice cream is amazing.
So we went to Cabot's and each got an American small-size (which of course is medium to large size everywhere else) and stood around finishing them off. By then it was around six, and class had ended at 5:30.
Of course, I was expected to be a little late because I had to pick up a book at the library, but not as late as I was going to be now.
But anyway, she agreed to stop by the library with me. As we leaned our bikes on the bike-tying things (but didn't lock them because it's tedious) I called my grandparents and said that I'd had to stick around and help clean. Which was basically the opposite of what had happened. But whatever.
I checked out my request (The Night Circus, for anyone who cares) and another book that I saw that looked cool and I decided to check out (and I still have no idea what it is) and then we kept riding towards home. We take the back streets, since I hate one of the intersections on the way. Suddenly I noticed that in front of one house, the part between the sidewalk (or "pavement" if you're British) and the road, where usually there's water-wasting grass that the city maintains, someone had planted tomatoes.
Of course, we stopped and stole some. (To be fair, I think it's city property anyway, so whatever.) They were good. Literally just-picked. Nothing like it.
Soon we got to my driveway and we went our separate ways.
And this is why I relish my freedom.
Of course, since I wasn't throwing today (only trimming and painting and sitting around because I didn't make enough stuff this week to keep myself occupied), I, as well as my wheel, was much less dirty. So I cleaned up my stuff and then my friends and I basically ditched the class. (Oh well...the classroom was pretty clean anyways...)
We were upstairs and my friend and I were unlocking my bike from the railing by the door and another one was sitting on the railing and then my friend asked me to come get ice cream with her. At first I said no, I shouldn't, I should get home, because my grandparents will be expecting me (my parents are in the Berkshires). But then we started riding and I thought, what the hell, why not, ice cream is amazing.
So we went to Cabot's and each got an American small-size (which of course is medium to large size everywhere else) and stood around finishing them off. By then it was around six, and class had ended at 5:30.
Of course, I was expected to be a little late because I had to pick up a book at the library, but not as late as I was going to be now.
But anyway, she agreed to stop by the library with me. As we leaned our bikes on the bike-tying things (but didn't lock them because it's tedious) I called my grandparents and said that I'd had to stick around and help clean. Which was basically the opposite of what had happened. But whatever.
I checked out my request (The Night Circus, for anyone who cares) and another book that I saw that looked cool and I decided to check out (and I still have no idea what it is) and then we kept riding towards home. We take the back streets, since I hate one of the intersections on the way. Suddenly I noticed that in front of one house, the part between the sidewalk (or "pavement" if you're British) and the road, where usually there's water-wasting grass that the city maintains, someone had planted tomatoes.
Of course, we stopped and stole some. (To be fair, I think it's city property anyway, so whatever.) They were good. Literally just-picked. Nothing like it.
Soon we got to my driveway and we went our separate ways.
And this is why I relish my freedom.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Another Survey
1. What time did you get up this morning?
9:30 am.
2. How do you like your steak?
Medium.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
The Dark Knight Rises. Good movie. Very good movie.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
DOCTOR WHO.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Excluding Tel Aviv, where I already lived, London. Or New York (City). Or Paris.
6. What did you have for breakfast?
A fresh sesame bagel and various types of cream cheese.
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
I don't play food favorites.
8. What foods do you dislike?
I don't love bitter-tasting things. And I don't eat innards, other than tongue. Or duck, because I love ducks as animals.
9. Favorite Place to Eat?
At old friends' houses, because everything tastes good and the people are friendly.
10. Favorite dressing?
I don't think dressings are separate from the salad. So just give me a tasty salad and I'll be happy.
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
At thirteen, do you want me to be driving?
12. What are your favorite clothes?
In winter, jeans, a shirt, and a sweatshirt. In summer, anything summery.
13. Where would you visit, this weekend, if you had the chance?
London or New York.
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
It's half air and half something else. Deal?
15. Where would you want to retire?
I don't think that far ahead. Damn it, I haven't even started working!
16. Favorite time of day?
First thing in the morning or early evening.
17. Where were you born?
Boston, MA.
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Gymnastics or swimming.
19. How many siblings?
One younger brother.
20. Favorite pastime/hobby?
YouTube/creating videos, bothering people, ukulele, writing, reading, crafts, and plastic arts.
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
I'm not.
22. Bird watcher?
I would call myself a world-watcher.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
I go either way, as long as I get enough sleep, but I lean towards morning.
24. Do you have any pets?
No.
25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?
None that I'd like to share. Or, wait - my grandparents are here. And also I'm going to ceramics again this week. And my friend is coming back from camp sometime in the next few weeks.
26. What did you want to be when you were little?
A drummer.
27. What is your best childhood memory?
I don't play memory favorites, either. And I like to think that my childhood is still going, maybe? I'll share some in other blog posts, I guess. They're too long for a survey.
28. Are you a cat or dog person?
Either.
29. Are you married?
I'm thirteen, okay?
...
(In case you're still wondering, NO.)
30. Always wear your seat belt?
I do. Except for that one time in New York where the car wasn't big enough for everyone and I sat on someone's lap until a police car went by and then I would lie down. It was very hard to get up again.
31. Been in a car accident?
Yeah, I guess.
32. Any pet peeves?
People smacking their lips.
33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?
I still don't play food favorites.
34. Favorite Flower?
Tulip? Lily? I don't know! (I also don't know what some of my favorites are called...)
35. Favorite ice cream?
Strawberry, peach, mint...I guess anything without peanuts.
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
I don't really eat fast food.
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
Like I said. Thirteen years old. No driving.
38. From whom did you get your last email?
Facebook. Of course.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
Strand Bookstore or Anthropologie or a store with clothing/bags that I really like.
40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
I ran into a sprinkler. Best choice ever.
41. Like your job?
As a soon-to-be ninth grader? Yeah, I guess. I don't really have a choice.
42. Broccoli?
Yeah. It tastes good.
43. What was your favorite vacation?
Cape Cod? Italy? San Francisco and Yosemite? Israel?
I guess I don't play vacation favorites either...
44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
My family. It was my mom's birthday.
45. What are you listening to right now?
The air conditioner.
46. What is your favorite color?
Red or blue. My favorite combo is blue and yellow.
47. How many tattoos do you have?
None.
48. How many people will fill this out?
I don't know...I stole it from someone...
49. What time did you finish this quiz?
I'm not done yet! But it's 5:46 pm.
50. Coffee Drinker?
Half teaspoon of coffee with TONS of milk and TONS of sugar. If I were to have any more caffeine I would explode of hyper. I can drink tea, though.
9:30 am.
2. How do you like your steak?
Medium.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
The Dark Knight Rises. Good movie. Very good movie.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
DOCTOR WHO.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
Excluding Tel Aviv, where I already lived, London. Or New York (City). Or Paris.
6. What did you have for breakfast?
A fresh sesame bagel and various types of cream cheese.
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
I don't play food favorites.
8. What foods do you dislike?
I don't love bitter-tasting things. And I don't eat innards, other than tongue. Or duck, because I love ducks as animals.
9. Favorite Place to Eat?
At old friends' houses, because everything tastes good and the people are friendly.
10. Favorite dressing?
I don't think dressings are separate from the salad. So just give me a tasty salad and I'll be happy.
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
At thirteen, do you want me to be driving?
12. What are your favorite clothes?
In winter, jeans, a shirt, and a sweatshirt. In summer, anything summery.
13. Where would you visit, this weekend, if you had the chance?
London or New York.
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
It's half air and half something else. Deal?
15. Where would you want to retire?
I don't think that far ahead. Damn it, I haven't even started working!
16. Favorite time of day?
First thing in the morning or early evening.
17. Where were you born?
Boston, MA.
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Gymnastics or swimming.
19. How many siblings?
One younger brother.
20. Favorite pastime/hobby?
YouTube/creating videos, bothering people, ukulele, writing, reading, crafts, and plastic arts.
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
I'm not.
22. Bird watcher?
I would call myself a world-watcher.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
I go either way, as long as I get enough sleep, but I lean towards morning.
24. Do you have any pets?
No.
25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?
None that I'd like to share. Or, wait - my grandparents are here. And also I'm going to ceramics again this week. And my friend is coming back from camp sometime in the next few weeks.
26. What did you want to be when you were little?
A drummer.
27. What is your best childhood memory?
I don't play memory favorites, either. And I like to think that my childhood is still going, maybe? I'll share some in other blog posts, I guess. They're too long for a survey.
28. Are you a cat or dog person?
Either.
29. Are you married?
I'm thirteen, okay?
...
(In case you're still wondering, NO.)
30. Always wear your seat belt?
I do. Except for that one time in New York where the car wasn't big enough for everyone and I sat on someone's lap until a police car went by and then I would lie down. It was very hard to get up again.
31. Been in a car accident?
Yeah, I guess.
32. Any pet peeves?
People smacking their lips.
33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?
I still don't play food favorites.
34. Favorite Flower?
Tulip? Lily? I don't know! (I also don't know what some of my favorites are called...)
35. Favorite ice cream?
Strawberry, peach, mint...I guess anything without peanuts.
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
I don't really eat fast food.
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
Like I said. Thirteen years old. No driving.
38. From whom did you get your last email?
Facebook. Of course.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
Strand Bookstore or Anthropologie or a store with clothing/bags that I really like.
40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
I ran into a sprinkler. Best choice ever.
41. Like your job?
As a soon-to-be ninth grader? Yeah, I guess. I don't really have a choice.
42. Broccoli?
Yeah. It tastes good.
43. What was your favorite vacation?
Cape Cod? Italy? San Francisco and Yosemite? Israel?
I guess I don't play vacation favorites either...
44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
My family. It was my mom's birthday.
45. What are you listening to right now?
The air conditioner.
46. What is your favorite color?
Red or blue. My favorite combo is blue and yellow.
47. How many tattoos do you have?
None.
48. How many people will fill this out?
I don't know...I stole it from someone...
49. What time did you finish this quiz?
I'm not done yet! But it's 5:46 pm.
50. Coffee Drinker?
Half teaspoon of coffee with TONS of milk and TONS of sugar. If I were to have any more caffeine I would explode of hyper. I can drink tea, though.
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