A New Beginning

I think this was the title to one of my blog posts. Not this one, of course, but one of my WordPress blogs, or something similar, back when I was still a careless blogger and my blogs had fewer than four posts in total.

So. First day of school. Semantics, really (as compared to syntax, which requires more careful thought, but I think comparing school to linguistic terms would probably draw plenty of blank eyes). A lot of "this is what we're going to teach you," and a lot more of "this is what we expect from you." I have four syllabi (which is not a word, according to Blogger spellcheck) already, all pretty much useless because I will never, ever refer to them, ever.

And even if I did, I would do so online, not flip through several sheets of paper. But that is another story.

My French class went well (as well as it can go when I was only there for the last 15 minutes), and so did physics, which is right next door to my French classroom. I saw Dino as I went in, and he said, "Ginny," to which I responded, "Bonjour," because I was still in a French mindset (plus I was kind of shocked he was talking to me—he usually doesn't do that unless necessary). Nyx is across the hall from me (during French, that is), and so we both have very short distances to travel when going to physics, but alas that won't happen anymore because periods 1 and 7 have switched. Pity. (At least we can still walk together from multi on Thursdays.)

All of my other classes were also pretty good as well. Lots of people I know for most of my classes (I don't know about biology or middle east yet), and Yuma is in my free for the entire year! So I guess even with the not-so-good arena time, all of my classes are splendid, and I am so excited about the rest of the year. Especially because I don't have lab lunches anymore. I love regular lunches.

On the other spectrum (the one oft talked about and most dreaded), I talked with Mrs. MacDonald today, and we'll have to be talking soon about teacher recs. That means I have to hunt down Mrs. Tallchief as well, unless I want to ask someone else (I'm still not sure yet). Fun. Not really.

Well, at least I finished most of my homework (I still have to read and annotate the Aciman article for English—or at least I think it's that article, I didn't really hear Mr. Littney that clearly), and all my binders are (so far) organized, which is a good start.

I'll hope for the best.

An Eye for an Eye

The modern, Ginny version of this age-old adage (I think it originated in the Bible?) would be: an English class for an English class.

This is very difficult to explain. Instead, I will borrow Gretchen's amazing aerial seating charts and apply them to my schedule mess, because, yes, master schedules were out today! I spent my entire afternoon pouring over all of my classes, and effectively did no work at all, whatsoever. Now it's just... arena. But that's another story for another day (a.k.a. later in June).

Here's the picture:

Note how French and Multi(variable calculus) are encircled and have spikes (more like failed squiggles) around them? They're singletons, so they're fortified in their positions. Drawing can happen whenever, so it doesn't matter, and because of my English/econ/physics triangle (they can only switch spots with each other), it's effectively squeezed out my area studies class and forced it to become a singleton as well. This wouldn't be so alarming, except that now my other English class, speech (or the fancy name "Rhetoric and Persuasion"), now does not have a spot. Then there's also gov, which, well, let's face it, is pretty much uneventful.

But wait—I've got a free! Because I don't have gym anymore, I can have a free, which will be effectively used into resolving my other annoying schedule conflicts. So, after using Bryant's amazing scheduler, I have figured out my dream schedule (nothing on whether I can actually get it or not).

It consists of sharing econ, physics, multi, and two frees (one each semester) with Tea, unsurprisingly. I'd also like to share more classes with other people, but few people take the classes that I take, or else they all want that English class that I can't go to because of my French class. And best of all (I think), it chooses between the lesser of the two evils in terms of gov teachers, with no harm done, because my drawing class fills up the other spot perfectly.

Julie and I discussed our schedules earlier, along with other topics, including the possibility of a future robotic world (much like the Jetsons) where we'd all be computer engineers. Aside from the fact that Dino would be obsolete, we decided that Bryant would be the ruler of this new world, and that he would have a throne made out of things like iPods except that he would invent them. We were at a loss for names though. So later on, I asked Bryant himself, the conversation of which is copied directly here and will end this schedule-conflict-bogged day:

Moi

hey bryant

if you ever became the future leader of a theoretical technology-driven world

and you had to build a throne out of devices that you invented

what would you name those devices?

19:26Bryant

hmm i honestly have no idea

19:27Moi

any general guidelines?

like would you put your name as a part of it?

19:28Bryant

not overtly

maybe subtly

19:28Moi

okay

thanks

19:32Bryant

Ginny: hey bryant
814380525 is now known as Ginny.
(6/4 - 7:26:20 PM)
Ginny: if you ever became the future leader of a theoretical technology-driven world
Ginny: and you had to build a throne out of devices that you invented
Ginny: what would you name those devices?
Bryant: hmm i honestly have no idea
Ginny: any general guidelines?
Ginny: like would you put your name as a part of it?
Bryant: not overtly
Bryant: maybe subtly
Ginny: okay
Ginny: thanks

o wow sry idk what happened

Yeah. Me neither. I was going to tell him that it was okay, I wasn't bothered by it, but I'd gone to dinner by then, and I came back over an hour later, so I decided against it.