Aurora X

Oh, geez. What did I get myself into? Why couldn’t I have taken that calm little PowerPoint presentation project instead of going for NANOWRIMO?!

I mean, I have a great plot that I really REALLY want to write about, but still. NaNoWriMo means I have to write almost two thousand words a day, A.K.A. at least TWO HOURS OF WRITING A DAY. We IB students have barely half an hour to spare each day, let alone TWO WHOLE HOURS OR MORE!

Okay, yes, we get fifty minutes of class time each day to work on NaNoWriMo, but when you include the whole settling down in front of the computer and packing up at the end of class time, that only leaves you with forty minutes to write. Then you have to manage to squeeze out about an hour and a half at home to dedicate to writing.

Mr. Stanton says to pass with an A, you only need thirty thousand words, but if I don’t beat NaNoWriMo, it’s going to haunt me until the next year I do NaNoWriMo, which probably won’t happen until after college. So, I have to write fifty thousand words.

Although, I do admit, I was happy that Mr. Stanton and most of the Creative Writing class knew about NaNoWriMo. Not at first, because I was all, “Oh noes! I can’t do fifty thousand words while I’m in IB!” but after I signed a contract (I’m a minor, which means I can’t enter a contract, but oh well. It’s school, and exceptions to rules are a common thing) and said I would commit myself, I felt better. Not as good as I felt after I finally thought of a good plot to write about, but I felt good enough.

As of now, I’ve got the outline of the first four chapters done, so I know what I’m going to write about tomorrow.

WARD VS. WHITE:

Ward, as part of his revenge, has decided to counter back in a way similar to the incident when White toilet papered his classroom. This time, however, he’s taking it to the extreme — remember that mechanical tarantula? Well, he also wants to make a gigantic sticky web for it. And guess where that web’s going to be? Yup, Ms White’s room. It’s going to span all along her walls and maybe even her desk. Not the students’ desks, though — that would be too drastic. He’s got it planned pretty well, and a good portion of the class is backing him up.

I can’t wait to see Ms White’s reaction.

Ward loves to insult White, too, saying she’s the oldest, most scariest person that ever lived. He incorporates biology in his rants, saying that no bacteria or skin mites are living on her because she’s so ugly and scary, and that she was around way before the dinosaurs lived, yet she can’t tell us humans any specific details about prehistoric life because her memory is horrible.

It’s a hilarious thing, watching those two bicker and fight each other constantly. It makes the torturous IB life so much more bearable.

Whoo! Spam time! Lotsa nonsense to type!

WARD VS. WHITE UPDATE:

Ward was unexpectedly attacked by White today at approximately 7-8 AM. According to a first-hand witness (White), Ward was delivered a Halloween pumpkin decorated with clumps of white fuzzy hair and cheesy glasses. In other words… it was dressed like HIM. I expect Ward will be whipping out that mechanical tarantula anytime soon.

IS:

A girl in our class somehow knocked over the lamp on Ms Smith’s desk. The lampshade flew off, and the lightbulb shattered. Ms Smith came in, wondering what the heck happened. Girl confesses, and Ms Smith storms over to her desk to pick up the pieces of the fallen lamp. Since the lightbulb shattered, but was still screwed into the lampstand, the filament inside the bulb sparked, and then dissipated into smoke. She yelled at said girl and slammed things down, until a janitor came over to pick up the remains of the lightbulb. The classroom was dead silent… until she left the room. You can probably guess what they did as soon as the door closed behind Ms Smith.

OUR SCHOOL’S PEP RALLIES:

Oh, they are ze horror. It’s basically an introduction to all of our sports team, then a sad attempt to get each grade rallied up and screaming at the top of their lungs. Our school’s dance team, the Lionettes, were more like a “Let’s wiggle our booties until they fall off” team. The members of our sports teams just skipped across the track as their name was called, and the people in the bleachers cheered according to how popular each one was. They had a lame game in which a representative from each grade (ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth) had to spin around a baseball bat ten times, draw the school’s mascot (a lion), then do four cartwheels and race to the finish line. The ninth grade representative gave up after drawing the lion.

On top of it all, we were sitting out in the sun in ninety to a hundred degree whether with absolutely no shade, sweating to death.

In fact, the only good thing about the pep rally was the band. Boy, I felt sorry for them, having to stand out in the middle of the track field carrying heavy instruments, fully decked out in black clothing.

It was so bad that some of my classmates wished that they had stayed in class instead and wrote an essay or something. I just wanted to go home.

SCHOOL’S SPORTS:

A.k.a. they suck, mostly because to be on a sports team, you have to maintain a C average, which is apparently an extraodinary achievement for the talented traditional kids at our school. In IB, most of us don’t even have time to join a sports club, so although we definitely exceed the “seemingly impossible” expectations (Really, in a traditional class, all you need to do to pass with a C is get most of the homework and assignments done. You don’t even need to study), we just can’t join any clubs that demand frequent afterschool practices, meets, or afterschool anything, for that matter.

Plus, most of us were born and raised geniuses, and geniuses usually aren’t encouraged to join sports because they have better things to use their brain for.

Of course, this hasn’t stopped some IB kids from joining a sports club, but the majority of us stayed out of sweating in hundred-degree weather in smelly practice jerseys.

DIANA + JERRY:

Diana, one of my new girlfriends, after dumping Jason only a couple of weeks ago, soon began liking Apurva, the somewhat tolerable Indian I’ve been hanging out with for the past four years. Jason said he heard that Diana liked a new boy every month. I think I’m beginning to agree with him for once.

Apurva seems to also like Diana, but Diana isn’t convinced. She’s all, “Oh, but do you see how he insults me all the time? He never insulted me that much when we first met!”

And I guess it’s sorta important to know that in my ring of friends, insulting each other is part of our daily language, especially if we’ve known each other for more than two months.

And Apurva is showing signs of being annoyed by Diana. He is starting to complain about her to Sean, Jason, and I while we carpool to and from school. But that doesn’t mean he HATES her.

I keep telling Diana that fourteen is seriously too young to be dating. I mean, you’ve got all this time ahead of you to get to know boys better, and you can pick and choose the best ones! What, you’re going to turn into one of those girls who’re like, “Oh, hi! What’s your name? Brad, oh that’s a nice name! Here’s my number.” and date a new guy every other week? If anything, her first relationship with Jason should teach her something:

1. Diana meets Jason, Jason meets Diana.
2. They talk to each other for about a month. They start liking each other.
3. Jason asks Diana out.
4. Diana thinks he’s brilliant.
5. One week later, she dumps him because he turned out to be a jerk.

Hellooooo? IMPORTANT LESSON HERE!

Oi.

Jason is still mourning over Diana. He hasn’t moved on, nor has he figured out what he did wrong. Well, he’s thirteen. He’ll move on eventually.

I guess Diana is just one of those hyperactive girls who are desperate for a boyfriend. She passes notes to me in math, and they’re all about guys. It’s like she can’t talk about anything else. She is so obssessed!

BENITO:

Jason, Apurva, and I visited Benito, our old middle school. All of our eigth grade core teachers were there, and we had a nice reunion. My old history teacher, Mrs. Hodges, got pregnant (That’s the third teacher of mine that got pregnant while teaching school), my old science teacher, Mr. Leary, says he’s retiring after this year, and my old math teacher, Mrs. Veon, looked like she lost some weight.

The first impression we got from them was that they missed us dearly. Apparently, according to them, “Honors was just not honors anymore.”

(NOTE: Honors are the highest level courses they offer in middle school.)

Which meant, bluntly: “The eigth graders this year are dumb and incompetent.”

And we saw that clearly when Ms Brown, my old English teacher, barreled down the hall and threw her arms around us, yelling and panting, “Oh, it’s you guys! Oh, dang, man, it ain’t like… it ain’t…”

She laughed, then left the school. But we got the message: The eigth grade Honors teachers definitely missed us.

It was fun.

Muehehehe. My baby brother loves to eat his feet, just like me when I was a baby! Of course, half the time my parents put socks on my feet so I couldn’t eat them, but nonetheless, I still attempted to get at them. It’s amazing how much flexibility babies have. They can put their feet in their mouth sitting upright without any problem.

He loves eating spaghetti, too, just like me! He gets impatient whenever my mom’s spooning and mashing his spaghetti for him. He’s like, “Hurry up, old woman! I want my spaghetti NOW!” except, he doesn’t say it, of course. He just starts crying.

My English teacher is so crazy. Half of the ninety minute class period is spent listening to her ramble on and on about her “grandbabies” and burning herself with her hair iron, etc. Plus, she does crazy things, like:

1. A couple weeks ago, I was walking down the hall, and I heard this screaming coming from inside her room, which was literally right next to my homeroom. Just as I passed her classroom door, she popped out, wielding her plastic sword and swinging it around, and apparently was whacking people with it. Or at least threatening them. She was screaming and hollering, “Oh, jeez, boy, what did you say? Oh, hey you! Get over here!”

I walked into my homeroom laughing like a maniac. A few seconds later, my homeroom teacher, Ms White, greeted me with, “Are you okay?” and an innocent smile.

2. She performed her “Flash Dance” for us. There’s a video of the actual flash dance with Jennifer Lopez on Youtube.com, and Mrs. Allen performed the exact same one, except it was extremely abridged and hilari-fied. And she changed the scene where J. Lo started dancing all over the chair and doing whatever celebrities were doing nowadays to get publicity. In Mrs. Allen’s version, instead of sliding all over the chair, she humped it instead…

She talks and sings to herself all the time, too. “Oh, Maggie, you dumb bunny…” “Maggie, you better stop singing… mmm mm mm mm mmmmmm!”

And she loves dancing in the middle of class, too. She names all of her stuff, like her timer is “Bohime,” and her TV is “Big Bob,” and her little stapler is “Mini Hercules,” and her third-generation stapler is “Aluishice.”

One of her students even keeps a diary of the stuff she does in class. Ha! I would, too, if I had the time.

Ms White, my homeroom teacher, and Mr. Ward, my biology teacher, hate each other. Mr. Ward started it with a giant mechanical rat with glowing red eyes, which he pranked Ms White with (We could hear Ms White’s students slapping their sides in the room next door while we were in English with Mrs. Allen, and of course Mrs. Allen couldn’t resist checking out just what the heck was happening, so she opened the door to the room next door, and literally went, “What is going on-aaAAAAAAAAAHHH!” and somehow managed to lift all two hundred pounds of her off the ground. A split second later, we had the pleasure of seeing a giant mechanical rat crash into the wall and a very delighted Mr. Ward going over to pick it up.), then he sent her a starfish he had dissected, which gave Ms White a heart attack. Ms White then dressed the starfish up like Mr. Ward and marched it around his room right in the middle of his class, holding the starfish high and declaring, “This is Mr. Ward. This is Mr. Ward.”

Then Ms White gave extra credit to any student who would help her toilet paper Mr. Ward’s room (Which a lot of students took advantage of).

Mr. Ward is going to counter back soon with a giant mechanical tarantula.

Mr. Ward is awesome. He reminds me of a good ole grandpa, complete with the kind face, white hair, and the usual tie. He’s like the twin of Mr. Leary, the Introductory Physics teacher I had last year.

He loves talking about his cat, whom he refers to as Scooter THE Cat. He claims Scooter THE Cat used to be an evil thing, but is all nice now that he realized that if he keeps on acting mean, no one’s going to miss him when he dies (He’s, like, fourteen years old right now). Scooter THE Cat sleeps lying on his back, outstretched, with his paws straight up in the air, like a dead cockroach. Scooter THE Cat is very picky about cat food and eats mostly whatever Mr. Ward puts on the dinner table.

Mr. Ward is very smart and informed, just like my eigth grade Physics teacher, Mr. Leary. Loves to talk about current events in class, which is great, because it wakes me up during class.

I average about seven hours of sleep every weekday, so it’s nice to have a little pick-me-up during class every once in awhile. Now, with Mrs. Allen, she doesn’t even have to try, but somehow, even though Mr. Ward also does the craziest demonstrations, his class will make me want to sleep.

Not as much as Mr. Mills class, though. And Mr. Mills’s American Government class is the second ninety-minute class of the day. I usually wake up by then, but then his rambling on and on and attempts to get the class involved in government-related debate will slowly crank my eyelids close, and it takes a tremendous amount of force to keep them open.

Ah, IB.

Whoo! Update! Okay, so this time, I decided to type up an overview of my friends. After all, they “just might” play a big part in my life later on. Just might… D:

Jason: Chinese, like me. A bit on the pudgy side, and he’s usually a nice guy. However, lately he’s been just plain annoying. He’s still a young teen, which means he’s selfish, ignorant, and all-in-all, not a good person to befriend. However, he gives this false impression of being a really good friend, and then once you get to know him better, he starts ignoring you more and more often, until BAM! You just want to slap him in the face or whack his head with your Biology textbook or something. He’s also extremely perverted, which is another good reason to stay away from him.

Jason likes to take the easy way out of everything: He wants to become a doctor or a dermatologist just for the money, and stuff like that. He hasn’t waken up to reality yet, apparently.

Sean: He’s one of two white Americans who sits at our Asian table during lunch. He’s the best friend of Jason and is interested in whatever Jason cares about, because, apparently, Jason is the only “smart guy” in our group.

Personally, I think Sean’s definition of “smart” isn’t correct. He’s a science guy (Which contradicts his deeply religious background, but whatever), and believes that everything in life has to follow logic. Um, no. Absolutely not. Life is terribly random, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

But Sean doesn’t believe in such a philosophy. He still goes on, picking at any miniscule thing in our lives that doesn’t follow logic. Funny thing is, he’s way older than all of us, and usually that means he has more wisdom, but not in this case. I guess he’s just been hanging out with Jason for way too long.

In his freetime, he makes potato canons, explosives, and lasers. He likes to read manuals and books about anything science. I’m not even kidding. His room’s floor is completely covered in electronic parts and bits, and it always amazes me how he makes his way around his room everyday.

Apurva: He’s Indian. The only all-around pretty normal guy that I hang out with. He has his odd quirks, such as being a bit violent and all, but he’s funny, and he’s normal. He’s a lot more bearable to hang out with than Sean and Jason. For one thing, he tries not to pick on anyone who he thinks is “dumber” than him. Of course, sometimes it’s just irresistable, but he has a lot more control than the other two.

He watches anime and stuff, like me, but that doesn’t mean he’s a weirdo. In fact, Jason and Sean didn’t know that he does geeky stuff like watch anime until very recently. And they’ve known him ever since the sixth grade.

Vatsal: He’s Indian, and he’s a friend of ours. He’s rather quiet, but has this apparently screechy voice that annihilates the eardrums of anyone sitting right beside him. The boys torture him to death, teasing him about his gayness. I admit, I was one of them back in sixth and seventh grade, but I stopped making fun of poor Vatsal in the eigth when I realized that he deserved to be left alone. He’s a good guy, too.

The guys still make fun of him, and I try to stand up for him whenever possible. I also try to pay attention to him more often because I REALLY need new friends after hanging out with Sean and Jason. I REALLY need to get away from those two before I get terribly influenced by them.

Diana: She’s Chinese, like moi. A new friend I met this year, who’s also perverted (Just like Jason), and has dated Jason for exactly a week. Now, there’s a whole explanation behind the dating-Jason thing, but I’ll leave that for another day.

She’s really nice and friendly. I should be getting to know her pretty well, soon. We’re already talking a lot on the phone and everything, and in IB, if you spend a lot of time on the phone talking to someone, you’re REALLY good friends with that person.

Michael: He’s Indian. He’s also a pretty good friend, like Diana, but in a guy way. He listens to people, he’ll laugh at lame jokes, and he’s funny as well. Heck, all my friends are. What’s not to like about him? I don’t understand why others will fall for people like Jason when they have much more amiable people to be acquainted with, like Michael.

Shreenath: Okay, he’s also Indian, but unlike Michael, Apurva, and Vatsal, he’s gross, disgusting, and also plain annoying. I don’t know how many times he’s jerked at my poofy hair or touched something of mine. He also burps in people’s faces at lunch and coughs on everything.

But when you look past these quirks, he’s also another good guy. Sean hates him, but once you get to know him better, he’s got friendly qualities (Hard as it may be to believe). He won’t ditch you or ignore you like Sean and Jason have towards me, he’s willing to listen, and he’s fun.

Danielle and Elizabeth: They’re two friends of mine I met this year. We have Creative Writing together, and we hang out together a lot during and in between classes we have together. They’re good people, but lately, I’ve been getting the impression that they’re ignoring me as well (What’s with people ignoring me these days?).

Alex and Alice: Alice has been a long time friend of mine. She’s the A.Z. I was talking about in earlier blog entries. She sounds whiney all the time, but unlike my guy friends, she’s rather optimistic, and a pretty good influence to be around (Except for the aforementioned whininess).

As for Alex, I met her just this year. She’s perverted, and likes to talk about girl body parts a lot, for some reason. She has even named certain body parts on her, and not all of the names are girl names. She’s… interesting.

So, a quick overview of all the friends I socialize with frequently. I better go do my homework now. I’m terribly behind.

Btw, Mr. Stanton gave us a brand new topic a couple of weeks ago after the Murder one: Rabbits.

Now, I could go on and on about how peculiar and terrible this topic is, but I’ve REALLY got to get my homework done, and comment on Jessie’s blog so she knows I’ve updated my blog recently, so I’m going to leave for now.