Mar 20, 2010


So to go to prom, you have to have at least 97% attendance. Nora went in to check her attendance, and she had a 95%, which was fine because there were still about a month until the list was finalized, so she'd have enough if she went to school everyday.

Then a few weeks ago, she went to check her attendance again and it was down to 92.5%, even though she hadn't missed any school. Apparently, while she was there, some of her teachers marked her as absent. So she had to get all of her teachers to sign a paper saying that she was there and everything. She got everyone to sign it, and then gave it to the attendance office.

They didn't get rid of all of her absences, though, because she went to check it again, and it wasn't high enough. She checked it out, and they still had her marked as absent for a few 1st hour classes. Which she wasn't. She was there. THE WHOLE TIME.

She talked to them more about it, they said they'd get it straightened out.

The final was posted yesterday, and guess who was on it? Not Nora. They still didn't fix it. She was still marked absent in her first hour classes when we went to check it out.

So now, Nora can't go to prom. The school screwed up her attendance, and she can't go now. Nora would fight more to be able to go, but the school school already screwed it up, made her do a bunch of work to get it fixed, and then didn't fix it. So, it seems kinda pointless now.

Mar 10, 2010

Adventures from French!

So for the past month in French, we've had a sub because our real teacher was in Mexico and Quebec. Our sub was pretty cool because she tried to explain things really thoroughly and she didn't get mad if we didn't understand something, and she also had us do a lot of different things like act out the play we were reading (Le Malade Imaginaire) and some other stuff.

There was this one time that the sub was trying to teach us about pronouns. For the AP test we're taking at the end of the year, there's a section where a bunch of words will be left out, and we just have to know what word would go there. There's no word bank or anything, you just have to know. The possibilities are ALL of the pronouns. Out of the nine of us in that class, only 2 of them barely understand pronouns, and the rest of us are just completely lost.

So I was looking at the sub, trying to pay attention so that maybe I could understand this a little and not be totally screwed over for that part of the test. But everything she was saying was just completely lost on me, so I was zoning out a little. Not so much that I had the glazed-over-eyes thing going, and I was still looking at her, but I wasn't there mentally at all. Instead, I was thinking about roller blading through the school.

(I think about weird things. Once on the bus home from a college campus I was visiting with my friend Sara, we were both lost deep in thought. I had a very serious expression on my face, so when Sara asked what I was thinking about, I just laughed a little. "Really?" "Yes..." "I was thinking about how much it would suck to be able to feel a pea under 47 mattresses.")

Anyway, so I was thinking about roller blading through the school, and particularly into the band room. I was considering how fun it would be, then with my semi-morbid thought patterns, I though about "What if I skated into the band room and on my way in got impaled by a music stand?!" This thought terrified me. More than it should have, because the odds of that happening are slim to none, even under the best (or would you say worst in this case...) circumstances.

This is the best part-- the sub hadn't made eye contact with me since I drifted off. Not that she was avoiding me, but I am only one student who doesn't understand at all. So at the moment that I consider being impaled by a music stand and a look of pure terror fills my eyes, she makes eye contact.

It was really funny-- she gets this look in her eyes like she's concerned for and sorry about what she assumes to be my fear of pronouns.

Mar 4, 2010

My Ranting Post.

So I don't really know what this is, but I got the user names and passwords I needed to log onto the site I need so I can write that paper for psychology and guess what? There's a "protocol error communicating with authentication server." It's like I'm not supposed to do this paper.

But on a different note, today for astronomy (which, if I haven't mentioned, is not all it's cracked up to be) we went to the library to do this worksheet. Our teacher told us to bring our stuff because we might not be coming back to the classroom between. So in the library, we were scheduled to be in this one part that only has maybe 20 computers, which is never enough for the whole class. So Nora and I, being the last to get there, decided to go use these computers over here.

We weren't too far off, so I thought she probably saw us, considering she wasn't concerned at all about us. She's over with the rest of the class giving them some answers and stuff, and we were barely in ear shot. You know, when you're just far enough away from someone to be able to hear what they're saying but only if you know they're talking? Otherwise you just write it off as background noise? Yeah, that explains our distance. So she gave the rest of the class another worksheet to do once we finished looking up the answers for the first one. And Nora, having heard this, told me to go get it.

So I went over, and she sees me walking and she's like "Oh there you guys are."

Wait. Hang on. She didn't know where we were? Let me explain the significance-- last week we went to the Meester lab to do something, and someone had gone to the bathroom along the way. Our teacher flipped out. This girl was probably gone for 4 or 5 minutes, and she freaked out because she couldn't find her anywhere. She wasn't in the class room or the Meester lab. For 5 minutes! It was like the world was ending! But with us, she apparently thought we were ditching didn't even care! Rude rude rude.

Anyway, so I got the worksheet, and she gave me enough for the 3 of us who were sitting over there. We did the worksheet. Astronomy is a blocked class, btw, so as the first passing period neared, Nora went to ask the teacher if she could go to the bathroom-- which is the 2nd reason we know she knew we were there. So we kept working, and it got toward the end of the 2nd period, and Nora and I had just finished our 2nd worksheet and I turned around to check out what the rest of the class was doing, and then look back to Nora.

"Uhh. Where's our class?"

Yeah! They left us! Like, without a word! Our teacher knew we were there and I swear, she probably told everyone "Be really quiet. We're going back to class, but I don't want to deal with those girls over there." Ha. Alright, maybe she didn't say that, but we didn't hear anything about going to class, and they did leave REALLY QUIETLY.

So there's only like 5 minutes left of class now, and the other girl who was over with us wasn't done, so she stayed to keep working and Nora and I went down to the classroom so we could at least turn in our papers. When we got there, we turned in our worksheets to the "in" box, and then stood there by the door waiting to go, because they weren't doing anything by the time we showed up. The teacher looks at us and says "Can I help you?"

What is that? Can you help us? Really? That's what you say to someone who isn't actually in your class and has passes or something to deliver! But here we are, YOUR STUDENTS, and you leave us in the library?! We sit right in front of her, so she can't have possibly noticed we didn't come back. RUDE. That's all I have to say.

Well, that and I'm glad there's only 3 more days of this class. Man.