Rhett Says We're On Everest

Eighty-something pages into Gone With the Wind, I've finally met Rhett (officially), and I have to say, he is a bit of a disappointment. He has a weird mustache, and he's over thirty years old, when Scarlett's only sixteen. It was acceptable back then, and in some places, still acceptable today, but I don't attach any romantic inclinations towards men over twice my age with mustaches and appear "cool" (I'm pretty sure this "cool" does not have the connotations it has now) looking.

However, he's got a cool (modern definition) name, and with a name like Rhett, I will forgive his other faults so far. For the time being. Besides, I do want to see how the drunk Tarleton twins will handle Scarlett's new fancy (if she gets over the cousin-marrying fiend first, that is).

On a more personal level, yesterday, Zephy and I started from Base Camp (our school) and hiked up Mt. Everest to arrive at the peak (our homes). Along the way, we scaled numerous icy paths and lumpy rocks, and made a pit stop at one of the camps along the way.

Zephy rang the doorbell (sophisticated technology), and after a while, Vincent opened the door.

So we went in, took a rest, and watched some adorable mountain critters (kittens) play with each other and running away from us. That last part was kind of sad, but at least one of them liked us, so we mostly played with him while dangling the cat toy (a good distance away from us) for the others to play.

I've also not updated for some time, so a brief recap of things that happened before my outlandish hike up the ever-daunting Everest. Wednesday there was a lab in chem, whereupon we played with super-concentrated HCl (6M, which is half the strength of stock HCl) and vaporized magnesium strips (technically, the magnesium was not vaporized, it merely ionized into Mg+2 and the gas given off was hydrogen, but it sure does look like the magnesium was vaporized). The next day, Argon and Reese and I had a discussion about Reese's awful lab skills, mainly pouring chemicals (which he claims is "in the family," as his sister was awful at that as well). We were all glad that Reese did not participate in the lab I had the day before, because, as Mr. Coffee had said, "One drop of this stuff on your hand, you'll feel fine, and then after a while, you'll say, 'owww.' More than one drop, and you're in serious trouble."

On Thursday, my SAT scores also came out! I'd been waiting for them for, uh, pretty much since I got them over with, and I did way better than I thought I would, so I'm happy. No more icky SATs (not even SAT IIs anymore). I also ran the mile run, with more than a minute over the "health" limit, and half a minute more than what I had accomplished last year, but I blame my current non-activity in health class, instead of gym, as the main culprit.

Today (and tomorrow), all the state parks open for free (most of them are free anyway, as I later realized), so my parents and I went upstate to a place with mountains, streams (with fish), and lots of campsites. We watched a few people fishing for a while, then we went nearby to a waterfall. All in all, it was an eventful day. Plus, I found a few more nice songs from a playlist someone else compiled, so I'm going to listen to those while writing my multiple perspective narrative. (Argon had trouble with the "creative" writing part, so I tried to explain with a complex system of where the input from the surroundings spurred personal output, which altered the environment and thus creates more input, and so the cycle goes on. I think this made it more logical than creative, but oh well.)

MID—
Rhett: 0.5
Scarlett: 1

AP Stat—

Is rather boring (just like the SATs). Well, more specifically, statistics, as a subject, is really fascinating, but AP statistics, as a test, is not. Matt and I have been "studying" since early this morning, and so far we've concluded that: a) the equation for the t-distribution is very complicated; b) Schrödinger's cat does not make any sense; and c) we're going to fail the free response section.

The very fact that, at 9:17AM, I am sitting in the library typing up this post, instead of something more productive, such as studying, is testament to the absolute non-attractiveness of the test. Instead, I think I will use the rest of the time to study for calculus, which, albeit also not as fascinating as the subject itself, is much, much harder and thus deserves more attention, especially on my part, as I've been rather miserably failing the series/parametric/polar sections.

Another reason why I'm typing here: I spent so much time making the background to my blog (a.k.a. borrowing it from another blog-making website) that now I'm rather obsessed with it and cannot live for a day without staring at it (granted, I have not yet lived a day since when I first got it, but that's besides the point).

So I've got two hours and a half left, before I see what this year's exam is really like. Then another half-day before the calc exam, then less than a week for my chem exam. Chem is decidedly easy, except maybe acid/base and equations but the rest is so easy that it doesn't matter. Calc, on the other hand—

Perhaps I should study now.

SATs

Are both boring and looooooooooooooooooong. And I am so glad they're over. And now I have to study for stat and calc. (And I know my second grade teacher always said, "Don't start a sentence with 'and,'" but I'm using them anyway.)

So I will be boring today and not have anything important to say. For anyone who was looking forward to a math meet story/transcript, the basic story can be distilled down to this string of words:

Bus ride there—>word games—>Providence mall w/ Apple store and expensive, fatty food—>arriving at the place—>actually doing the problems—>trailing Treeburg by two points—>team round—>still trailing Treeburg by two points—>bus ride back—>Micro won't stop talking—>Mario... uh, let's stop here. Yeah.

Anyway, I'll see if I can get something coherent put together after the calc test.

(P.S.: I've had my first search-engined visit—all the way from France!)