EPTSo, the last couple of days.... Yeah, I guess they did happen.
Yesterday. Fairly regular, very little happened. I began the day kind of glum because I knew I was going to be tired. I was, but I did act a little proactive all the same. I went and approached my choir teacher about the musical auditions (She helps out with them), and let her know that I would be doing them. I asked if she had any tips on the dancing section for someone with a complete lack of bodily control or coordination. Very little was given, just "try your best to remember the steps and whatever you do, don't stop." Admittedly this is good advice, and the reassurance was nice.
As I write this, I'm being distracted by thread titles and Gangnam Style. Damnable good beats.
Paying attention is hard.
But, we must push through.
So, talked to the choir teacher, went through Spanish, Civil War, and into World History. In WH we were going over the main causes of World War I. The list we were meant to use was as follows: Nationalism, Imperialism, Militarism, and Alliances. Boom, simple and easy. He even put it into a neat little acronym for us. N.I.M.A. Nice, right? Well, being the picky little bugger I am, I raise my hand and ask, "Shouldn't that be M.A.I.N., for the 'Main' causes of WWI?"
Wouldn't you know it, he smiled, went to his closet and pulled out a box. Next thing I know a sucker (Candy) is being thrown to me. Boom, achievement get. "Sucker for... something." That joke wasn't going anywhere, moving on. Anyways, that's the class Tristan (The kid who lives down the hall) is in with me. He said something like, "Josiah, I always knew you were a generous soul." He looked so hopeful, and I felt bad rejecting him. It was made even worse by the fact that we got home at the same time... and I happened to be eating it as we passed by each other.
But, then the last hour of school (Pre-Calc) another little marvel occurred. I inadvertently on the first day sat at a table that had a small group of friends already sitting at it. I was accepted into their little group after I gave them some formulas they'd forgotten (Score again!). But yesterday one of them (Nick) came in holding a blue sheet of paper and was showing it to another person. Then he wandered over to our table and started asking me if I was interested.
In what? A roleplaying group. Well, that could mean a lot of things, couldn't it, so I probed a little further and found out that it was, in fact, D&D. He invited me along, and I agreed to go. So, next week I have things to do on Monday (Musical), Wednesday (If Monday goes well), and Friday (D&D).
It's really nice too because I've been trying to get a game together for awhile, but keep getting roadblocked or sidetracked.
But that was that.
This morning, it was raining. That was both fortunate and unfortunate because I had planned on wearing some nicer clothes and didn't want to get them soaked, but I love rain. I compromised and wore some semi-nice clothes instead, so I still looked classy.
In choir I got fitted for a tuxedo I'm going to wear at performances. I like tuxedos. They feel good to me, and I like the way I look in them (Only very rarely have I worn a normal suit, so I cannot compare them). But I left my wallet in the changing room, and had to go back and get it halfway through the day.
In Spanish, our teacher was out, but we had this... blatantly amazing substitute. She walks in the door and immediately starts speaking. She's saying things, very rapidly and in Spanish, like, "I've been teaching in Holly 100 years," and suchlike. She'd actually been teaching 35 years, was born in Italy, knows six languages (All in the same family (Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian...), but still enormously impressive), moved to America when she was 12 on the Christopher Colombus, and had a hand in writing the Spanish textbook we're using. She also claims to have benched at a ridiculous amount for being only 97 lb. a long time ago. Unfortunately I don't remember the exact number. But she was cool, funny, and got the job done.
World History went fast, and by now Tristan and myself have risen to be the two contenders for the smartest kid in there. Damn if that isn't a little ironic.
Pre-Calc passed quickly, just a test.
The day got more interesting just as I got home, again at the same time as Tristan. His mom was out on the front steps, getting some air, and asked how our days were. We respond, but as Tristan walks by her, she notices something red and blotchy on his neck and goes, "What's that on your neck?" in a mix of surprise, confusion, and accusation. He replies, "It's marker, it's a long story."
Boom, hickey looking thing on this kid's neck as we walk to our respective apartments. As I get in and start to settle in, I see his mom out the window. She has her head resting in her hands looking... well, I don't know how she looked. We'll say 'distraught.' So, I walk back out and just let her know that, in all honesty, it was a marker. Some guy had, in World History (So I was there to witness it), shanked his neck with a red marker as they walked out. I cannot convey the relief that went across her face.
So yeah, that was weird.
The rest of the day culminated in the possibility of adding two more members to my little tight-knit group of friends. Starcraft playing friends, that is, not just... friends in general. But that will hopefully bear fruit. One of them has only had the game a few days and is already beginning to understand abstract concepts and why they must be that way. He also responds to rather subtle hints. It's really rather impressive.
But yes, so the most exciting things are the clubs and the Starcraft. Not much happened. I'm sorry I couldn't slip any meta thinking or philosophical crap in there, I'm just too tired. I'm awake enough however, to share this.
Life is but a question and not many know
how to answer "Why," or "Where did it go?"
Life is like a spiral where many moments meet,
you remember many things, not all you wish to greet.
Life is but a story written by only you,
but many things interfere when you don't want them to.
Life is all around us but we never really notice,
from the chirping of a cricket to the blooming of a lotus.
Life is a kind of painting, the one that isn't finished,
there is still so much to do when it's diminished.
Life is but a question and not many know
how it got around to be their time to go.
So that, is a poem (That I really should get published, at some point) that I wrote in... seventh grade, I think. It's even got a nice graphic to go with it that my dad made for me (It's not pictured here, obviously). Boom, there's your deep thought (42) for the day.
Good night ladies and gents, and have a lovely evening.
