My Week, in summary

Even though seniors are done with high school classes, I have been at school every day this week.

On Tuesday, I finished reading Lolita. It was disturbingly good. During the weekend I’d read most of it sitting in a park with quite a few nymphets running around, let me tell you. I kindly kept the cover hidden so parents wouldn’t be weirded out.

On Wednesday, I went to a graduation party and met this really cute guy. He was also rather nice and talkative. However, he is very promiscuous and has/had an STD. Not entirely sure what to think.

On Thursday, I watched a lot of TV.

On Friday, I stirred up some drama regarding what happened on Wednesday. Full details upon request.

I want to get started on my novel, but I can’t bear to pick up the pen. That writing scholarship will be the end of me : (

 

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Moral responsibilities?

1. The Academic One

Consider a lengthy, disgusting series of math problems. Consider that it is the first assignment ever given in this class. Consider spending 2-3 hours in the computer lab trying to beat Mathematica into submission.

And then consider a friend deciding not to work with you and trying to do it on his own, and finally asking you for all of your numbers so he can derive his own conclusions from them. What to do?

Give him a little bit of data, and tell him to do the rest of it himself. But what if he comes back the next day asking for more numbers? Ask him why he didn’t actually work with me and why he didn’t decide to just use Mathematica. And what if he claims that it didn’t work?

Well why the fuck didn’t he just call me to solve that problem?

2. The Competition One

Districts Quiz Bowl is tomorrow. Four or five of us have been to every competition so far. Our four main players hold down history, politics, math, pop culture, and the sciences.

We have not done as well as we could because the fifth member is bringing us down. In the spirit of fair play, where we have to let him in on two rounds of each game, we lose valuable points. I, being of the math/science persuasion, or T, our other science person, have to switch out whenever Fifth Person goes in. And as it happens, Fifth Person sits there doing nothing, while I or T are sitting out in agony at not having been able to answer the science questions.

It seems we are taking 8 players to Districts tomorrow, and we’re only allowed one team, 4 players at a time… we are so going to lose.

T and I have discussed this numerous times, but there’s really no way to tell our sponsor or even Fifth Person himself that he sucks. How callous of me.

Update: Haha. We won. Never mind.

3. The Romantic One

I agreed to go on a date with a new friend. So far, mutual friends have made these comments.

“I don’t think he’s really mature enough for you.”

“He’s TOTALLY into you. He likes you a lot.”

There’s way too much to fit into one blog post, but I’d feel really bad if he were really to like me as much as I hear he does. Because I definitely don’t return that, and it’s starting to eat at my conscience.

Hopefully this changes when I actually see him again. We’ll see.

 

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“Just Kidding.”

Unless you are indeed just kidding, I feel like punching you when you use this phrase.

I hear this all the time. Whenever you make a calculation or comprehension error, you automatically blurt out “Just kidding!” The consistency of this occurrence has led to the professor using it himself, in a semi-mocking fashion.

A simple “oops” would suffice as acknowledgment of your mistake. But no, you pretend that you were simply joking in order to save face between your instructor and classmates.

Sorry–that doesn’t work. So please own up to your mistakes.

Admit that you were wrong for once in your life, you silly twat.

 

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Chicken Biryani and Raspberry Cordials

I had lunch with one of my favorite people today. We talked about a lot of things (mostly about friends I never see) and at one point the conversation turned to a mutual friend of ours.

His is a sad situation. I used to be in Gifted Education classes with him, and he was definitely of the intelligent/intellectual sort when not obsessed with Pokemon. I used to feel sorry for the kid–he lived with a crazy mother (she tried to kill herself in front of him numerous times) in a terrible house, he was once accused of rape (I’m pretty sure he didn’t rape anyone because he is disgusted by the very thought of sex), and he ended up dropping out of school last year.

I couldn’t do much more than any other one of his friends. We told him that he needed to get his GED, get a job so he could move out of his house and get away from his mother, because his life was destroying him.

He got a job, got the GED, got a girlfriend, quit the job to spend more time with the girlfriend, and then the girlfriend cheated on him. And now he just sits around playing video games, looking at porn, and masturbating.

I think he turned in job applications last week, but it’s likely that he won’t stay in one for very long if he gets accepted. I wish there was a more effective way to help, but I don’t think there’s much that anyone but himself can do.