All RIGHT! I just updated the blog's look cause I'm such a techie--template, new Gita background (I just recently discovered that all the cool kids, aka the Indian ones, don't even bother to add the Bhagavad to the beginning; it's just Gita and so therefore I was a total gringa in Indian culture and now I'm connected), etc.
I think I should talk about my life more, like what's going on in it, not just my disturbed thoughts on my love-hate read-lationship (HAHAHAHAHA see what I did there? I’m-a so fly) with Sylvia Plath or why I'm obsessed with Salinger. Such a literature snob I am. So I'll try to deviate.
I actually really like math class, for some reason. I've stopped being that quiet kid in class with the cool flatforms and who gets 100s but never actually speaks during class. I raise my hand now. A lot. And not in the C way, in the participating way. And I always have the right answer. EEEEE! how happy am I! I actually like math! I'm starting to prove my worth to Mr. S! And have conversations with him about K! So I won't be completely lying on my BCA application.
And so, BCA. A big thing in my life right now. It's a very very good, very very hardcore, very very prestigious public high school in my county that I'm applying to. Seeing as I'm neither any subsection of Asian or a perky blonde girl, I doubt I'll get in (never mind the fact that the school has no real language arts department; it's geared 100% toward the sciences. And if you think I'm a massive science whiz, I would laugh in your face. Likewise for maths), but it's still nice to dream. Even if it's not a very accessible one. In the words of the stupefying Edgar Allan Poe, "Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." Hah, I'm a kiss-up, I just heard that one today in language arts. Quote response. I sit next to V and inhale the exhilarating aroma of his curry- and gym class-induced sweat. Ms. O wonders why I have a perpetual expression of discomfort in that class. Honey, if you sat next to this guy, you'd understand. More about V in next post.
I think I should talk about my life more, like what's going on in it, not just my disturbed thoughts on my love-hate read-lationship (HAHAHAHAHA see what I did there? I’m-a so fly) with Sylvia Plath or why I'm obsessed with Salinger. Such a literature snob I am. So I'll try to deviate.
I actually really like math class, for some reason. I've stopped being that quiet kid in class with the cool flatforms and who gets 100s but never actually speaks during class. I raise my hand now. A lot. And not in the C way, in the participating way. And I always have the right answer. EEEEE! how happy am I! I actually like math! I'm starting to prove my worth to Mr. S! And have conversations with him about K! So I won't be completely lying on my BCA application.
And so, BCA. A big thing in my life right now. It's a very very good, very very hardcore, very very prestigious public high school in my county that I'm applying to. Seeing as I'm neither any subsection of Asian or a perky blonde girl, I doubt I'll get in (never mind the fact that the school has no real language arts department; it's geared 100% toward the sciences. And if you think I'm a massive science whiz, I would laugh in your face. Likewise for maths), but it's still nice to dream. Even if it's not a very accessible one. In the words of the stupefying Edgar Allan Poe, "Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." Hah, I'm a kiss-up, I just heard that one today in language arts. Quote response. I sit next to V and inhale the exhilarating aroma of his curry- and gym class-induced sweat. Ms. O wonders why I have a perpetual expression of discomfort in that class. Honey, if you sat next to this guy, you'd understand. More about V in next post.
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