Thanksgiving

Harhar. My family cooked our first Thanksgiving turkey. You can guess that I was pretty worried about eating something black and charred today, but I was soothed by thoughts about our weekly chicken or duck dinners, and if my parents can cook the usual birds to perfection, than turkey shouldn’t be a problem at all.

I only ate one of the wings of the turkey, but it came out delicious.

Turkey on Thanksgiving = Yum yum.

A couple of weeks ago, WARD attacked WHITE again, this time with another one of his biology-related assaults. According to a bunch of sources (WARD included), WARD went into WHITE’s classroom, wearing his navy blue lab coat and science goggles. WHITE reports that he looked like a pedophile.

But that wasn’t the scary part. In addition to the crazy lab scientist attire, WARD was carrying a bucket of…

… COW HEARTS!

Yes, real cow hearts. And they were dripping in blood. WARD took them out of the bucket one by one, showed them to WHITE, and asked, “Hey, Ms White, would you like a heart? I think you need one. How ’bout this heart here? Or this one? Or this one? Oh, and THIS one is a GREAT heart…”

Then WARD spotted an Expo marker, took his bloodstained hands, and wiped them all over the marker. The class cringed in disgust. Then, after WARD seemingly got the message that WHITE wanted to stay heartless, he left with his bucket of cow hearts, leaving behind a giant pool of cow blood and that tainted marker.

WHITE discarded the marker shortly afterwards, saying that she couldn’t touch anything that WARD had touched. WARD went back to his classroom, delighted at his work, despite the fact that he was seriously considering halting his pranks on WHITE not too long ago due to a certain incident involving the questioning of his intelligence and making a girl in Zoey’s Biology class cry.

But I won’t go into that.

School has been great, so far. The teachers haven’t buried us with homework over the holidays, so that gave me time to catch up on other projects I’ve fell behind on.

I didn’t get into the Mu Alpha Thetha (MATh Club) team for this year’s Math Bowl, even though Jason, Sean, Jennifer Y., and this one other girl did. Sean was all shocked about it, since I usually perform better than him in math. Well, I was studying Trig in the summer, not Algebra 2, and since I didn’t really practice any math competition stuff (A.K.A. pointless problems that I’ll probably never ever use in my life, such as matrices, which Dr. Emil concedes that NO ONE ever uses anymore) over the summer, my math mind is all out of whack.

But I’m not bothered too much by it. I’ve been on the team for every single math competition my school participated in ever since sixth grade, and I knew my streak was going to break at some point.

NaNoWriMo is going extremely well. As of now, I’m at 34,174 words, which means I’m only 2,493 words behind! And if I decide not to make up the two thousand words up over the holidays, that means I only need to type two thousand words a day to meet the 50,000 word goal.

I was going for somewhere around 60,000 to 70,000, but there was no way I could extend my novel that much, what with the free time IB limits me to and the amount of stuff that happens in the book. I swear, there’s only, like, five major events in the entire two to three month duration that the book takes up. Ten thousand words for each event is already a big stretch, let alone a couple thousand more.

And now I’m mad, because that means my novel will be more of a novella rather than a real novel. Oh well. You can’t achieve everything on the first try.

 

NaNoWriMo

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.