Sums up my should-be-panic right now over my French midterms. "Dont" is one of the few pieces of grammar that I actually know, and I have no idea if I've used it correctly or not. In fact, I've been so caught up in my notecards for the past few days that I've only skimmed over some physics problems, and from that "light" (more like nonexistent) skimming, I've come to realize that I know pitifully few formulas.
I'll have to rely upon my close proximity to the kinematics equations on the wall to save the day, I suppose.
So at lunch, today, I decided to go up to the MLC and actually get something done. (Probably all the work I should be doing right now but I'm not. Oh well.) Argon came with me, since the MLC is apparently his favorite place to "hang out" during his free. (The English/SS one comes right after in the rankings, as I've heard.) We walked down the hallway and turned to go through the door when...
I see Mario. Again.
A clarification here may help. I've been, for the past few months, seeing Mario around almost EVERYWHERE. I go to math class, there he is, taking something out of his locker (which is completely unnecessary, in my opinion, since he doesn't carry around anything anyway). I go down to the library for English, and there he is, slouched in a chair or something. I go to chem, and there he is, walking in the opposite direction as I am.
I leave during French class for the last fifteen minutes to print out a lab in the library (note: at a very different time from the aforementioned English class), and there he is, walking ahead of me to go to... the library.
And I don't even share a single class with him.
That is mildly creepy.
So yesterday, as I saw him again while waiting to go to my stat class, I couldn't resist. I had to ask him.
"What class do you have right now?"
"Statistics," he said. Which totally can't be true, since it was period 7, and that's when I have stat. I think I'd know if he was in my class.
But in my awesomeness of reaction, all I said was, "What?"
"Oh, wait, you mean what I have?"
"Yeah," I said. "It's just I've been seeing you everywhere--" my hand motioning to a general area around me "--and it's kind of creeping me out."
"Well, I have a lot of classes on the third floor, so that's probably why. Like I'm coming from ASR right now."
Okay. Let's rephrase that then for further data gathering.
"But I've also seen you in the library, and in the hallways, and everywhere--"
"Yeah," Mario said. "I'm everywhere. You're not going crazy or anything. I am everywhere."
Omnipresent Mario? I'm not sure if that was meant to be reassuring or not. I'm not quite sure how I reacted to that either. (That attitude also remotely reminds me of Tea's post yesterday.)
Well, anyway, as I saw him again today, in the MLC, I was seriously puzzled. But that confusion was short-lived, as I saw the January stats for math team posted on the bulletin board, with the traditional pink highlighter-ness. I love pink highlighters. Have I mentioned that before?
I adore pink highlighters. They come right after blue and green highlighters, and right before orange highlighters.
But yeah. Anyway.
"Isn't it frustrating," Mario spoke to Argon and me as we ogled at the stats. "That Treeburg beats us as a team, and each of their team members beats us as well?"
Huh. I hadn't noticed that. If you put it that way, I suppose it could get a little frustrating.
I wouldn't know. I don't really care about rankings as much as I should, I suppose. The only reason I was even looking at them (besides the pink highlighter-ness) was because my parents always ask me, "How's your school doing?" and I almost never know the answer to that question.
But, as it worked out, looking at the stats was pointless anyway, because later on in math team, Mr. Booth pulled up the stats on the Smartboard and showed it to us anyway.
Of course, with his usual pep talk of, "You can get first place this year, but only if you really want it. We can steal first place from Treeburg this year. I believe we have a shot. Remember last year, when, this one time, we were more than ten points ahead of Treeburg?"
"When was that?" I whispered to Tea.
"It didn't happen," Tea said.
Oh well. I'm happy with our team just getting at least third place (considering we're second now, it shouldn't be too bad), so we can go on more math "field trips" to meets. Just like sports teams. Except we compete with... pencils instead of balls?
So I went over to the window ledge to get myself a new set of problems, making sure on my way back to take advantage of a seated Dino (whose head was now within my reach) and ruffle his hair.
