I did it again. There is something about the beginning to the weeks that make it impossible for me to get out of bed at the right time. This morning, when my alarm went off at 5:20, I thought I was being so smart by getting out of bed and turning the light on. Not smart enough though, because I went back to sleep until 6 even with the light on. Bugger. By some stroke of a miracle, I was still on the bus at 6:30, which was a little later than I had hoped for.
I'm not going to lie, I was rushing. I had Taiji this morning at 7:15, and I still had to finish some of my Chinese homework. I waited with much impatience (you know me) until someone from my class finally got to school so that I could borrow his homework sheet. What resulted was 5 minutes of madness while I tried to write the answer to 4 questions (based on the dialogue) before racing out the door to get to Taiji, which I haven't gone to for a week.
There were only 5 students in Taiji this morning compared to the 25 that started with it at the beginning to the year. The teacher is a really nice guy, and I had a good time, except for the fact that I kept looking at the clock thinking that I had to get back upstairs to finish my homework, before turning it in at 8. That wasn't condusive to a relaxing environment, let me tell you. Neither was the 5 flight (of stairs) dash that I made right after class. Probably not the best thing to do in a city battling pollution. Ah well.
Chinese passed without incident. I got all my homework done, and turned it in on time. I even studied, although there was one minor mishap with a bad question from my teacher. Alls well ends well though, so don't worry your pretty little heads over it. Right after Chinese class, I went downstairs with my friend Elle to buy food. More specifically, a jian bing (followed by drinks and oreos for my friend who was feeling under the weather, so to speak. Sugar is good for you, right?)
First up (after Chinese of course) was history, during which we talked about the Taiping Rebellion, and about another reading that we were supposed to read for class (key word being supposed to.) A lot of people didn't do it though, and I think our teacher was a little frustrated that everyone is a little out of it. What can I say, we are burned out. As far as I am concerned, that is her fault, not mine. If I slept more at night, we wouldn't be having this problem.
Calculus was next, and that proved to be rather enlightening. I did 2 related rate problems, and got them right. It was amazing. He didn't seem overly enthused, but I was pumped. I never get problems right. It was cause for celebration. My lunch (which was only a spring roll and a drink) was not the celebration, but I partied in my head. And my friends made me laugh, which was the rest of the party.
I have a free after lunch every Tuesday, so I have a extra long lunch. I busted out the computer, and called my parents on Skype to talk about my Georgetown essays, which I was determined to send it. After introducing them to Chris and Sterling, and chatting for a while, I abruptly logged off to grab a piece of birthday cake, which had just come into student hands. (I'm sorry, guys. I didn't mean to kick you off so quickly. But the cake goes fast. I feel bad though.) The cake also proved to be my undoing. I left my computer open to my email, and my friends opened one email to another friend. They (no names, but you know who you are...gr) wrote an response email saying "Unfortunately, I have decided you have no soul. This is the end. Love, Sophie." And pressed send. All while my hands were covered in cake batter, and while I was being restrained as I tried to get to my computer. Bugger that.
During break, I wasted time. Literally, it was horrible. English was last one the agenda, and all we did was read really good descriptive essays, and get ours back. I did pretty well on it, and I am rather proud of myself for it, especially considering that I only wrote it in a day. I practically ran out of that class as soon as it was over. I'm just not a fan of English.
After school was absolutel nerve racking. I sat down in the Fishbowl, opened my computer, turned on iTunes and started working on the Georgetown essay. I also threatened to castrate/gouge out the eyes of anyone who interrupted me. Although I still had to dodge flying fingers that were trying to poke me (ahem.) But it was a successful mission. After 20 minutes over stressing, and paying insane amounts of attention to every detail, I uploaded all the right documents, and pressed send. And then had a panic attack. I swear, if I hadn't been holding Hannah's hand, I wouldn't have been able to do it. For a while, I was sure that I had sent in the wrong essays, and had to sit on the ground until I calmed down. But I am fine now.
I am calling this the end of my childhood. I have officially applied to college now. I am almost an adult (shudder at the thought.) But really, it is a weird feeling. Oh so nice to be done, but still weird. I stil have the feeling that I did something wrong, but I think that is normal. My friend bought me an ice cream as celebration. Kidney stones be damned, there are times when I just deserve a chocolate ice cream bar. I took the rest of the night easy, doing homework, and watching Mamma Mia. I had to get over the stress of applying to college. I only have to wait a month and a half though. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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Have a great time Soph!!! Take lots of pictures, enjoy your time off school. Let's make a Skype date when you get back.
Love,
Rachie
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