Fun Cinco de Mayo
05/05/2004 10:23 PM
Happy Cinco de Mayo! The school feast was good -- at least, it smelt good. (I never got a taste.) The quail that was being barbequed at the end of third period surprisingly smelt especially good.
Lunch period was rather enjoyable. Though I did spill my Coca-Cola not once, but twice all over myself, my English books, and my backpack, lunch was still a lot of fun. The school had a grand fifty minutes extra for lunch because of the feast, and I was grateful for the extra time to be out of class and be with my friends.
Haha, Tim hit on me during Word Processing. Just kidding -- he was just talking because he could. But I did enjoy the minute of attention!
Some happy news: There's a half day of school on my birthday because it's a Teacher's Work Day!
My mom has made me mad. It's not even 10:30 yet and she's already reminding me that I do have to go to bed tonight. I was planning on getting offline extra early tonight, but now that she's said that to me, I typically as a teen want to rebel. So I dunno what time I'll get offline tonight....
Well, I got the results of my Achievement Tests. I think I did quite good (well?).

My highest score was 16.1, which kind of scares me because that equals to the fourth year of college! o_O My lowest was a 9.6 in Social Studies.
I'm not saying this just because Social Studies was my lowest, but I don't care for history at all. I don't think it's important at all, and I'm not one to usually question what a teacher tells me, unless I know what they're saying is incorrect. (Here comes a rant, so take cover.) I mean, I do think knowing some history would come in handy sometimes in life, but the stuff I've learned about in history class is completely useless. What does it matter who did what, really? We're suppose to learn history so we don't make the same mistakes people in the past made, but that's never going to happen. We're never going to stop making the same mistakes over and over. That's how we learn properly. We're not going to remember how every situation was dealt with in the past, let alone recognize the situation when we see it. Just look at racism. We know it's wrong, and we see the mistakes our ancestors have made with discrimination, and yet there's still so much racism in the world. There were gangs back even in the 1400s, and there are gangs now. We're never going to be able to fix the world; only try to make it better and usually fail. Just live each day as they come and don't live too much in the past. Life's only a temporary state, and what happens happens for a reason.
Just for a change of mood, here's my new favorite part from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I re-read the part tonight and it nearly made me cry.
Neville's mother had come edging down the ward in her nightdress. She no longer had the plump, happy-looking face Harry had seen in Moody's old photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix. Her face was thin and worn now, her eyes seemed overlarge and her hair, which had turned white, was wispy and dead-looking. She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand.
"Again?" said Mrs Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. "Very well, Alice dear, very well - Neville, take it, whatever it is."
But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Droobles Blowing Gum wrapper.
"Very nice, dear," said Neville's grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, "Thanks Mum."
His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he'd ever found anything less funny in his life.
"Well, we'd better get back," sighed Mrs Longbottom, drawing on long green gloves. "Very nice to have met you all. Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now...."
But as they left, Harry was sure he saw Neville slip the sweet wrapper into his pocket.
Goodnight!
Twenty-nine days until Prisoner of Azkaban!
Thirty-six days until summer vacation!

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