In the World of Test Takers

While the last few weeks have been much less than exciting and extremely heart-wrenching, I actually find myself in better spirits than I would have ever though at this point in the game. There isn't much I can do about a lot of the things that have happened lately, and I'm not about to try and change them, because it will only succeed in putting me in one of those awesomely bad moods.

This week I have exams, actually, I'm done with five of them, and I only have two left, but of course, those are the ones that I will not do so well on. On Tuesday, I had my theatre exam first, and geeze, that was not a good way to start out the week. I had to do a project that was due last Thursday, but I was gone all week [except Friday] and got an extension, so I had to present it in the exam period, and then BS my way through an entire semester of theatre history. I'm thinking I didn't do too well on the quiz part. Next was English, which was, surprisingly enough with my teacher, exceedingly easy. Then geometry... oh, geeze, geometry. The bane of my existence, the one subject in which I never cease to say, "Huh?" on a daily basis... and the test was far easier than I EVER expected it to be.

Imagine that.

When we got home after school, Allie and I hung around for an hour then went to crew for Beauty and the Beast, which was pretty much amazing, even if the set IS purple. Last time we went, we were building a cottage, and it fell on me...this time, we were putting up a door, and it fell on me. Good thing I signed that waver, I guess.

Today, I had my journalism exam, which was better than I thought it would be, really. Then, History. I swear, I thought he was going to bite our heads off when Allie and I asked him to sign out Challenge Day things...geeze, man, get a sense of humor, please. And then we were done at 11:10! Ole!

Tomorrow, I have biology and Spanish...both of which I would never reccomend to anyone.

I'm off to study, good bye, all.

Sarcastic Complaints

Did I really think that nothing could ever be as bad as four hours in a classroom, learning about the rules and laws of driving? Those six days never seemed like they would end, and when they finally did, all I felt like was that I had wasted twenty-four hours of my life, learning things I already knew. But what else can I do, I thought to myself. There is no way I'm waiting until I'm eighteen to get my licence.

Oh, silly Jeni. There are things much worse than wasting time in a classroom, and they come in the form of in-cars.

For those who have no idea what these are, they're just when a driving instructor comes to pick you up at your home, and you drive around with them in the car for two hours. Seems harmless, yes? Wrong. I am a mostly anti-social person who will not really speak unless spoken to, and even then I need some prodding. Yes, I realize that this is not good, my parents have told me, but in all honesty, where else have I learned it from rather than them? They're almost worse than I am, so I want to hear nothing else.

Anyway, she came and picked me up, and I got yelled at as soon as I sat down, because I "approached the car from the wrong direction." ... I'm sorry that my house is on the right side of the car, ma'am, but excuse me, I'll make sure to come at you from the woods next time. Of course, I didn't say this, I just apologized and started to adjust things. Then she asked to see my temps, and I got the card and the paper out. When I handed her the paper, she held it for a second, looking at me, and I her. That went on for about thirty seconds before I said, "Um..." And she rolled her eyes and turned to the paper, leaving me there bewildered. Um, thanks?

Then she proceeded to walk me through starting the car like I was five. Thank, lady, but I've driven before, and I don't need you to walk me through it step by step... Yes, I do know how to put the keys in, thanks for asking. No, really? I have to adjust the mirror so I can see out of it? Huh. I have to scoot the seat up so I can reach the pedals, who would have 'thunk? Sarcasm aside, I knew all this, and she told me as I was trying to do it. The car is unfamiliar, I'm used to driving a big jeep or van, so bare with me as I downscale.

Maneuverability.... oh, god, it will be the death of me. Guess how many cones I knocked down? Just guess .

That's right-two, knocked them down and dragged them. Guess how many I hit? Two. Lucky numbed, eh? Two hours in the car, two cones knocked down, two cones hit!

In all fairness, it was my first time ever, but did she have to be so rude about it? "*sigh* No, Jeni, the other way!" "STOP!" "Stop the car. Turn it off. Now get out and set the cones up again, and don't you dare knock them over again." "Are you aggravated? Yes? Well, you shouldn't get that way."

*fume*

Maybe not so bad sounding, but you know what? It all has to do with the voice they use while they say it, and I thought I was going to leap across the seat and stangle her.

When it was finally over, I had to go pick up another kid who's about my age. No big deal, right? Maybe not for those of you who enjoy meeting new people, those who love introductions. She made us stand outside of the effing car, shake hands, and introduce ourselves. Guess who wanted to go lay down in front of the next passing car by this time?

Now I'm home, finally, but I don't get to chill out. No, instead I have to go work for six hours, and do it all over again tomorrow. Whoever comes today at work had best be nice, because I'm already livid enough that I could hit something....

Until next time,
Jeni

Illness and lack of good judgement

Eck. If ever you wanted to torture me for some reason, find a way to get me sick.



I don't get sick, ever. In the last five years, I've only missed school once [now twice] because I felt bad enough to be in bed all day. Thursday night/Friday morning, I shook for three hours before I had enough sense to down some advil. Then, I told my dad, "There is no way I am going to school today." and went back to bed. I slept in until noon, which I haven't done in ages, then I went to the barn, where I felt so dizzy I nearly fell off, and then I went home to make myself look lively enough that my parents would allow me to go out with Shelby and Allie.



We went downtown to the Cafe on campus to see a school band that plays a bunch of classic rock covers, and a lot of their own music. We're friends with the bassist, who is pretty much amazing, and we watched them perform there. They were supposed to go on at eight, but the band before them played over, so they were forced to cut their set short, they had another show they had to go to, and Shelby, Allie, and I sat in the front, and there were probably about twenty people watching them. After they played at the Cafe, we followed the band to the undercroft of a church to watch their second set. That was even better, because they did a The Who cover, a Boston cover, and a The Eagles cover, plus some of their new and older music.

Then, we all came back to my house until about midnight, when they went home and I crashed. This morning, I'm still feeling dizzy and light headed, and know it was probably against my better judgement to go out last night, but, you know? I don't care. =]

I'm going to go watch the game, now. [I know! Jeni and football? It seems inconceivable]

On Why Biology Sucks/Paramore Concert

My effing lab group... *fumes* I'm going to kill them. All of them except Kenzie.
So, I went up to one kid today in math and said, "Okay, I saved the powerpoint in this place, and this is what you do. If you don't understand it, look at the bottom of that sheet he gave us last week, it explains it all."

Parker and Kenzie were supposed to meet me in the lab sixth period.

So, I get to the lab, and I'm the only one there. Of course. I look at the powerpoint, which is due next period, and see, to my utter disbelief, that Martin not only added more pictures of fungi and flowers that we DIDN'T need, but he failed to add ANY information AT ALL.

So, fuming, I wait for Kenzie to come, because I knew she would show up sooner or later, and fix thigns around, adding info here and there. Well, when she finally gets there, I'm frustrated as can be, because the computer was shutting down on me, and I hadn't saved it because it WOULDN'T save, for some reason. So, she gets there and sees that I'm about to burst, I'm so mad.

Parker never showed up.

Anyway, I looked at Kenzie and shook my head and said, "I'm done. If they want to fail, then fine, let them fail. I'll turn it in late, and they'll get no credit. I'll be sure of it."
Kenzie nodded, and we worked a few moments longer, and we both left, me fuming and getting ready to yell at Parker and Martin.

So, I get into biology, and my friend looks at me and says, "Um..Jeni, are you okay?" So, I told her what happened. She asked me what I was going to do, and all I said was, "You'll hear."

So, I sit down at the table next to Kenzie, facing the boys. I didn't look at them at all. Then Martin looks my way and says, "Did you finish?" I said, calmly, "Nope." They exhanged a look and said, "Why not?!"

I looked to them and said, voice still calm, only deadly calm this time, if I'm being honest, "You two were supposed to have been working on this project for the last four days. All you have done are two ten second videos. *nod at Marin* You came in at fourth period and did NOTHING but add pictures we didn't need! YOU- *glares at Parker* were supposed to be in the lab today, and YOU never showed." By this time, my voice had gotten louder, and pretty much everyone was staring at us. At any other point in time, I would have shut up, but here, I was wayyyyy too mad to stop.

Martin had the nerve to say to me, "Well, I didn't know what to do."
Voice now turning nasty and angry, I said, "I TOLD you what to do! And I said that if you didn't understand to LOOK AT YOUR PAPER!!!" He then says, "Well, I didn't understand the paper." I just looked at him and repeated, voice quiet again, "Oh, you didn't get it?" Him, "No, I didn't get it." So, I pulled my paper out and put it right in front of him and said, "Read it." Parker was watching me like he was afraid I was going to kill someone, and this girl Jordan, Kenzie, and my friend Rachel were all standing to the side, laughing at them, because no one has ever called them out so publicly before.
Martin says, "I already did," while glaring at me.
I took it back and said, "Oh, yeah." Then I proceeded to read the last sentence of the paragraph, where it clearly explains what exactly to write for each slide picture. Then I leaned forward across my desk toward him and said, "Guess you didn't read quite far enough."
Jordan laughs out really loud and can hardly contain her giggles when Parker looks at Martin and says, "Wow. She's really pissed at you."
I looked at him and said, "YOU didn't show up at lunch."

Then Jordan comes up to me and says, "You know, he changed the due date. It now isn't due till Friday."
Oh, yes, helped my mood wonderfully.
Then she said, "But thank you for yelling at them. They were in my lab group before, and they never did anything. They deserve it."

Martin sits next to me in eigth period Spanish, right after biology... He hasn't said or looked at me since then.
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Last night, Allie and I trecked downtown for the Paramore concert. We got in line around six, and doors were to open at six-thirty. When we got there, we ran into one of our friends who started going to the other high school this year, Pat. She was in line with a girl who was really, really annoying, but she got lost in the pit during the concert, so all was well.
Along came Alyssa and Sam, and they stood with us, sort of unwelcome guests because of their morals, but fun because of their attitues.
Doors opened, and we headed straight for the pit, getting in about five or six people back, right in the middle. We stood around for better than an hour as people gathered around us, squeezing us more tightly together. We laughed, joked, Sam got into a fight with a girl who kept yelling at him for no reason *eye roll directed at BOTH of them* ... Fun stuff.
The Starting Line played, and there was supposed to be another band, but their van broke down, so The Starting Line played a full set. When they came on, and they were really, really good, the pit started moving, and, I cna't help it, I loved it.
The funny thign about pits is though it looks like if you fell you'd get plowed over, that really isn't the case. Some girl got dropped right next to me while crowd surfing, and everyone within a three foot radius turned and stopped to make sure she was okay and help her up. Even Sam picked a kid up off the ground.
anyway, they go on, and there's dangerous swaying going on.. Sort of like one sides pushing with all its force against the other-it was really sort of scary, and at one point, half of the middle part of the pit actually fell over. At that point, every single person stopped moshing and helped everyone up. As Green Day once put it, "You gotta look out for each other out there." And that's what they did. Honestly, it made me happy...though I was holding tight on to Allie who was holding tight to Patty to make sure she didn't fall, and I was holding on to the guy beside me, and he was making sure I didn't fall.
Hehe.

Anyway, Paramore came on, and, suddenly, we're like...three people back, and all the way to the side, where it isn't as rough. Which is good, for me. Because my arms and muscles now ache today because the entire time The Starting Line was on, I didn't have enough room to put my right arm down, and, when I did, my left didn't have enough space to cram into.

Paramore was amazing, and they played equal songs form both records, and, even though Allie, Patty, and I were three of like...ten people to know the old stuff, we sang loud and clear...

I love concerts so much.

Night!

Several Things At Once

Here, my friends, is the perfect example of why I do not like people...
In my biology class, we're doing a ridiculous power point in which there has to be better than fifty slides. It's annoying. At the same time, we have a fungus lab, and about a million other papers to do. At our lab tables, we find our groups-I have three other people; two my age and one freshman. Now, I didn't like these two boys who are my age before I was their lab partner, and now I want to wring their necks.
They were working on the powerpoint, and Kenzie and I were working on the lab. I kept asking them, for the past week, "You're sure you're okay with that?" They responded, "Yeah, we're doing pretty well on it."
So, I get to class today, and this is due tomorow, and I look at them and ask if they've finished it yet so I know what I have to work on because they won't do it... They exchange a glance and look at me and don't say anything.
*twitch*
They got the full rage of Jeni thrust upon them, and I'm forcing them both to come in and work in it during their fourth period study hall, one of them I'm forcing to come in furing his fifth period lunch, and the other one is coming to the lab with the freshman and myself to work on it sixth period.
I told them, and they don't believe me when I say this, that I would march right down to wheverever they are, and walk them down to the lab like they're first graders.
If I fail this class because of them, I will wring their necks.

Anyway...
Besides that, the school day went by pretty smoothly and without any major things happening.

And tonight is party night... Allie and I are going to march down to the old concert venue and see Paramore tonight... We are levaing in twenty-four minutes and will stand there for an hour before they let us in... Here, in my small little town, it is freaking fifty degrees out, in the sun.

Wish us luck.

...

Reality hits you really hard when you aren't expecting it... =\

Fun,Fun.

Hm, a particularly devious feeling has come over me in the last few days. I feel like I want to break out and just cause mayhem... Test things that are probably best left alone. But, alas, I am the quiet sixteen-year-old in the back of the room and no one cares. And I'm okay with that, surprisingly enough. Today, and the past few days, really, I have been testing my theory that Ryan is no longer speaking to me. The boy I used to shy away form because he caused me so much distress has been the one I traget these past few days, because, after Homecoming in which I actually slapped him to make him leave me alone, he hasn't even glanced in my direction. I have walked right in front of him, said hi, smiled, but he hasn't said a word or looked in my direction at all.

A change for the better, I must say.

Another person I have been taking this odd mood out on is Amanda... By testing another theory. We haven't spoken now for nearly eight months now, after she sent her "break-up letter," as Allie and I call it, and we are now sharing the same school. I see her a lot, but we never look at each other, and we never exchange words. I've stayed true to that and have just been...walking out in front of her a lot, to see if she'll say anything.

Yes, I am a dork and I do realize that. Just let me have my entertainment, please. =]

Spanish is pretty mcuh killing me, now, and I actually have to go in a few mornings a week to get help with it because I'm doing to horribly. That's life. I told my mom and all she said was, "I failed algebra once."

Hm... What else? I have to work on Halloween, which completely sucks, because I already had plans. But, on the up side, the Paramore concert is on Monday night, and I'm completely excited for that, even though the two mentioned above will be there. No worries, though, because, if my theories hold true, they won't say a word to me.

I've started helping my intructor to train on this one four-year-old Quarter Horse who is broke, but doesn't know how to do much. He's insane, but cute. Hard to ride, but fun because of the challenge. I'll bet you I'll get bucked off or something tomorrow. He tests me, like Twende used to, and I refuse to let him get away with it, so he's been getting mad at me.

Work is better, because now I know that the people I work with actually like me. They aren't a very affectionate group of people, but my aunt, who got me the job in the first place, was tlaking to them and they said, randomly, that they really liked to work with me, so that made my day. Another thing that really made my day was my English teacher, my friend Philip, and a girl in my English class all told me that they really liked my paper and the way it was written. [A new ending for The Scarlet Letter since the original is just so darn depressing]

But now I am off to go grab some food and go to bed to get ready to endure another day of school....and biology...which is the only class, ever, that I've ever wanted to cry during because I just don't get what he's saying, he's so spastic!

Night!

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