h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The week started out an absolute hell. Nothing but run, run, run, run, miss school, makeup work, test, test, test, test, essay, test, essay, essay, essay, essay test, makeup work, miss school, makeup work, and more makeup work. I'm almost caught up entirely and the stress broke Thursday. Thursday was kind of a cozy day and I enjoyed myself a little. Today, I had a freakin' ball! Wowzers, I am just nuts! Finally, I thought, the week is going to act like the week before spring break. ('School's out for the summer! *jooowwwwjoowww* School's out for EVER!! *joowwwwjoww*' Sorry, too much Alice Cooper at three in the morn'll do that to you!) Spanish went well; Joe and I presented our project. Math went AWESOME! I love my math class though I usually loathe the subject, but I actually am good at something. We're doing rotations of hyperbolas, ellipses, and parabolas on their axes and I'm the only one in the class who understands it. I solved a question today that my teacher couldn't solve and it took up almost three entire white boards. I've been walking around chanting, 'Root two over two x prime minues root two over two y prime times the quantity of root two over two x prime plus root two over two y prime, plug it in and FOIL...' What makes me so mad is that the stuff is absolutely useless and we're not going to have a test over it because I'm the only one who understands the stuff. It's really fun in a sick, masochistic way and I lurrrve it. I'm sick I tell you, sick, sick, sick! In chemistry, I had to makeup a test over gas laws which was really easy. My grade in there has risen nine points and shall continue to rise. I was really worried during the test because, while I could do the work, I wasn't sure if I had the conversion factors correct. I don't understand why I have so much trouble with basic concepts but can do all of this stuff that requires intelligence. I always need a sheet of formulas with me or I'm screwed. Lunch was a lot of fun. I bonded with my best female friend's little sister who I love a lot. I love Bonnie to death, but she is so jealous of Sarah. Sarah's smart, funny, cute, talented, and does her own thing. Bonnie is all of those things and more so in certain areas, but she is too worried about what everyone thinks. Sarah conforms, but she conforms correctly and isn't sucked into 'society' like Bonnie would be. In fourth period we reviewed a history test that we took earlier this week. No one in the class made above a 68 (70 is a passing grade) and we're going to have to retest. I didn't get the information that was extra and going to be on the test when she KNEW I wasn't going to be there and did better than most people. The test was faulty (the numbering and lettering was so off that she couldn't correctly make a key for it), the questions were over information that no one had and that we aren't even supposed to know, and everyone failed as a result of it. We went over it and then played the rest of class. We discussed my manic journal obsession and I showed everyone my new one. I reached 870 something pages in Volume One and got tired of it so I moved on to Volume Two Wednesday. I already have thirteen pages in it. I think it's the only way I can keep sane. Fifth period I was forced to submit to an interview. I suggested someone else and everyone nominated someone else and no one wanted to do it so the teacher picks me out. I hate this teacher, mind you, and the first question I was asked was, 'What do you think of your literature teacher?' Damn. I said, 'She is different.' 'Good or bad different?' she asks. Er....BADBADBADBAD!!!! 'Just different.' I get a pat on the back for self control here. *bows* We decide not to play in band (sixth period) and everyone settles down to watch Toy Story. James asked me to teach him to dance, so I worked with him. I taught him to waltz, Veinnese waltz, and how to Charleston. Well, the rudiments of the Charleston. I've always liked James but have just started spending time with him of late. He's a fabulous guy and I really enjoyed teaching him today. He catches on so fast and moves really well, so of course I like him. He has a cartilage buildup in his ankles that keep him from doing a lot of stuff so I told him he should take ballet. It's great for ankle strengthening, endurance training, pain management , and overall exercise. We spent almost an hour working on it and it's nice to teach someone who's not afraid to lead and mess up. I'm a girl and I like to have some control, but it is a wonderful feeling to have someone else to lead. Within twenty minutes he was competent enough with the basic steps I was taught to be able to pick it up almost to tempo. I was highly impressed and he gives a mean hug. I think today's off-subject topic will be hugs. Sarah escaped health so we stopped dancing and I talked to Sarah for the rest of the class. I hardly ever have a chance to talk to her anymore because Bonnie's so afraid of having me steal her away. We had a very good conversation and I danced with James once through at the end of class before coming home. HOME!!! I'm not ging anywhere tonight which is a horrid shame since MSN is down. I have a week of carefree amusement. No school, no projects, and no (or very little) stress. Hear me roar.

Now for the off-topic of today. I have been contemplating hugs. Hugs are marvelous things and can be completely nonsexual or completely sexual. Hugging is properly done with the entire body, not just the arms and upper body. For someone who is really not touchie-feeling at all, I love hugs when I'm feeling huggable. Being held and snuggling are two of those strange, completely out-of-character things that I love. Hugs must be long and involve physical contact from the head to the toes. I have a lot more to say, but I don't feel like typing it all.

Hugs are fabulous...*hugs*

*hug* *dancedancedance*

I am not sure what it is you have done and not done but whatever it is you have done it was worth it and congratulations and for the stuff you didn't do, who gives a *!

Oh and *hugs*.

Who give a *!??? Whaaasssa? Thank you! *hugs*


*grabsanddancesincircles*

*! an astrix!

I can deal with that. Who gives an asterisk?

Maths: I hate it, I'm crap at it and beyond basic + - / x & % I have no practical use for it. My lecturer spent the best part of 2 years trying to explain basic algebra to me in terms of pens vs oranges and I still didn't get it. The only aspects of maths I was ever remotely good at were shape,space & area, percentages, fractions, pythagoras & trigonometry - the British education system is very different to US & European variants. I had to retake my GCSE (High school leaving exam) no less than 3 times to get a pass grade in maths. Everything else I aced first time.

My strengths are English Language & Literature and languages - I.e learning other languages, I speak Englsh & German, I've taught myself Sindarin Elvish for no particular reason other than I find it interesting. I'm an artistic soul, not a logical one. I write, draw and do stage work...maths doesn't come into any of that.

Still congrats on the good work T. I couldn't even make sense of the methodology your using! LOL

Thx for posting my Dragon info to Peer Review!

-Z.Z

You see, I'm quite the opposite. I don't understand percents and can't divide without a calculator. I was 9 before I could subtract and almost fifteen before I could do long division. I can't prove anything I do other than saying 'it works, doesn't it?' and am hopeless at finding half-lives of radioactive isotopes.

Didn't they ever try and teach you how to dance with numbers? I can't do it. I got so mad this morning that I left an instrumental practice because I couldn't do something.

Wakkum. Everyone loves it!

I'm a writing girl, myself. English literature is my thing