No, I'm not going to do a day by day analysis of senior year. But I think that one day I might want to look back on this and wonder what I did on the first day of senior year. So here it goes.
First of all, I strained my throat before I even got on the bus to go to Sno-Isle. I had coffee that morning, which doesn't affect me as much as it used to, but with all the excitement added to the caffeine, I was really hyper. The morning was full of hugs and story-telling. I don't think there's a single person I said hi to that I didn't hug. I was screaming so many people's names, I was so excited. Another reason I was happy was because I had switched buses. My old bus changed routes, so now I ride a much less crowded bus. There's someone I know too, so I found someone to sit next to.
Unfortunately, my Sno-Isle bus driver changed. I liked my old one, and I really wanted to know how her summer was. But that's ok. Anyway, everyone piled onto the first bus, which was crammed and really hot due to all the body heat. One of the people who make sure everyone gets to Sno-Isle told us that the second bus was on its way. Me and several other people I knew got off and all sat together on the second bus.
The bus ride was more nostalgic than anything. The conversation was mostly video-game related, and since I only play Portal 2 (and I haven't in a long time because I've been so busy) I was uninterested. I did talk a little bit though. It's unlike a caffeinated me to be quiet for two seconds.
Then we reached Sno-Isle. Ahh, Sno-Isle. My old classroom was transferred into the DigiPen class, and the DigiPen classroom was turned into the math support room. I thought it would be saddening, but it wasn't really. I have some regrets about taking Computer and Web Programming. I have nothing against the people in my class who might be reading this (all three of you), but I didn't learn anything in that class at all. It was all pointless field trips and talking about nothing. If I hadn't taken Sno-Isle at all, I probably would have learned more. Anyway, that's a whole other rant that I shouldn't get into while my former Sno-Isle classmates are reading.
One benefit of taking CWP, I guess, was the fact that I already knew someone in the class from last year. Well, I knew three in total, but the other two people were from my school, so of course I'd know them. So I sat next to the former classmate, who immediately began helping everyone. If someone turns around and asks aloud, "How do you do this?" then he will usually jump on it. Unless he's listening to music. Or talking to someone he likes better.
CSN (Computer Servers/Networking) sounds like it will be very beneficial. We took a pre-test to see how much we know. I failed miserably (35%), which is good, because I want to learn all that terminology. I'm really looking forward to it. I was the only girl in the class, but there's supposed to be two more. I hope so. Even though I enjoy talking with guys, I occasionally desire some estrogen. Sometimes I want to talk about my hair, or someone's cute outfit. I'm hoping the girls aren't complete nerds who don't care about anything girly. I'd miss talking about that eventually.
By lunchtime my throat was dry and strained, and I was really hot. My friends ate outside but everyone was kinda uncomfortable from the heat. But I discovered something. I make good pumpkin cheesecake. The two people (and me) that tried it really liked it. I wanted to share it with more people, but I think it will be hard to transfer. I'm thinking I'll made it and bring a few slices worth, and then give it to some friends. So that was a success. Now I want to open a bake shop. Ha, ha. Yeah right. Computers before cookies. And writing before w-...um...what's a dessert that starts with W? Whipped cream? Ok, writing before whipping. Wait...that doesn't sound like a reference to baking.
Let's move on. Government was fine. My teacher is one that most kids don't like, but if you get on his good side, then you'll be fine. I'm not so sure about me. This is a political class (the one I didn't want). I'm politically neutral. This might cause problems with assignments later. But I'll just bring it to his attention ASAP and hopefully I won't fail.
AP Literature and Composition was really funny, mostly because of the Alpacas in the hallway. That's right, alpacas. Don't ask. Animal science needed them for some reason. The entire hallway of E building (the newest extension to D building) smelled like a barn. The two fluffy Alpacas were literally five feet or so from my English classroom. My teacher had the door open, and when he started introducing himself, one of them would go "Mehhh." It was hilarious. The funniest part was that they kept making that noise every time my teacher finished his sentence. The Alpacas were like punctuation.
Modern Fiction was the only class with my friend Hayley (see other blog posts for references to her), but she decided to switch out after today. We read books with adult content, and she didn't feel comfortable reading a book with a child rape in it. That's ok though. I'll see her in the mornings (if her bus isn't late like it was today) and at Friday lunch. And I'll call her all the time.
And then came the assembly. The "Class of 2012" in uncovered (literally) and all the seniors scream their hearts out. That was fun too. But I still did not do the dance the cheerleaders did. But the guys in the first three rows of our section took care of that. I should have filmed it, but my phone had gum on it (don't ask about that either). Then there was the unnecessary school spirit stuff. And the principal told everyone to vote so our class wins the "Most School Spirit" award. Yeah..I'm not doing that. I will gladly scream because I am proud to be a senior. But I will not act like my school is better than everyone elses, because it isn't. That's my least favorite thing about school.
Anyway, overall I had a really good day and I'm glad to be back in school. I probably won't be saying that for long, but as of right now, I don't care.
SENIORS FTW!
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Thursday, September 8, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Things I'll Never Get: "Coolness" Points
It's a common dilemma I'm sure we've all been through before. There's an unknown band/singer we love because they're "edgy" and "real." What comments do we give this band? We all want them to become popular so it gets the attention it deserves. It's almost funny how you have your own little "club" of people that know about this unknown band.
Then the long wait is over. This unknown band signs the contract and has a hit song.
Suddenly, all your friends know about this band. Unknown Band no longer writes their own music, they have someone do that for them. To reach a higher audience, the songs are about love and breakups; things they never wrote about before. The songs are no longer "edgy" or "real." Unknown Band has become just like the others. Popular.
What comments do we have to say now? Do we commend them on their success? Possibly. But in this more likely scenario, we do the exact opposite. We bash them for losing their "edge" and becoming famous. We become angry because our little "club" is non-existent. Why? Because they did exactly what we told them to do.
The usual epilogue is that this band lurks back into the unknown, but not because it became edgy again. Because another band took its place with younger, more attractive stars. True, most of these bands rarely hit zero people who like them. There's always those few that still think the songs are cool. But the cooler songs were the ones they wrote before they were famous.
This is something us humans have been doing for quite sometime that quite irritates me. Then again, many things that humans do irritates me.
Things such as bands, books, songs, movies, etc. are much much cooler when they are in the unknown. But not the bad kind of unknown. The kind of "indie" unknown where they record songs in their basement and write "real" music and the entertainment they bring to others is "original." This is not wrong in any way, and is a correct statement. Something that only you and your friends can rave about is much better than something everyone raves about. It's like someone invaded in your own personal club.
But it only makes sense in the band's perspective. Who has time to write their own music when your fans are expecting a new album every year? Writing songs is not easy, even for someone who gets paid to do so. Besides, these bands want one thing: money. So they don't really care if their original fan base who thought they were edgy hates them, because they have a bigger, much broader fan base now.
This isn't what angers me. What angers me is when these few fans of this band go on and on about how they should expand and sign a contract so they get the attention they deserve. Because they should. Right? Someone once told me that once you start getting paid to do a hobby, it stops becoming a hobby. Then you only start doing it for money. I agree with this analysis. Nothing takes the fun out of something more than putting a deadline and rules on it. Instead of writing songs when you want and how you want, you need to write songs by this time, and since you don't have time for that, someone gets hired to do that for you.
So how do these original fans react? Apparently, none of them know how bands change when they become well-known. All the fans have to say is complaints about how the band isn't "cool" anymore. There's that word. Cool. Its meaning is way too broad in my opinion, yet probably the worst thing a band can be called is "uncool." That, and "sucky." You know, as a side note, I would really appreciate if people (teens especially) expended they're vocabulary a little bit more. I am guilty of saying words such as "like" and "awesome" much too often. But learning new words is interesting to me, and I wouldn't mind expanding it more. But I digress. Again. I've been doing that quite a bit in recent blog posts.
Anyway, after the band has had their hit songs they slowly fade into oblivion once more, just as they came. No one remembers them, except the few that were there all along. But even then, those fans only listen to the "cool" songs.
This is why I admire people like Johnathan Coulton, who has never signed a contract, and writes songs as he pleases. Sure he wrote both of the credit songs for Portal and Portal 2, which will bring in some money for him. But he does all of his songs himself. He isn't super popular either, so he still has that "edgy" feel to his music I suppose.
Fans begging for more and then complaining when you do what they want is a concept I will never understand. Even if I go through that myself, I won't understand it. I'm keeping my hobbies, hobbies. Future careers will involve technology. I'm not about to go design a website for fun. Because it's a job for me still.
Ok, now that that's out of the way, let's discuss things I need to work on in this blog:
Then the long wait is over. This unknown band signs the contract and has a hit song.
Suddenly, all your friends know about this band. Unknown Band no longer writes their own music, they have someone do that for them. To reach a higher audience, the songs are about love and breakups; things they never wrote about before. The songs are no longer "edgy" or "real." Unknown Band has become just like the others. Popular.
What comments do we have to say now? Do we commend them on their success? Possibly. But in this more likely scenario, we do the exact opposite. We bash them for losing their "edge" and becoming famous. We become angry because our little "club" is non-existent. Why? Because they did exactly what we told them to do.
The usual epilogue is that this band lurks back into the unknown, but not because it became edgy again. Because another band took its place with younger, more attractive stars. True, most of these bands rarely hit zero people who like them. There's always those few that still think the songs are cool. But the cooler songs were the ones they wrote before they were famous.
This is something us humans have been doing for quite sometime that quite irritates me. Then again, many things that humans do irritates me.
Things such as bands, books, songs, movies, etc. are much much cooler when they are in the unknown. But not the bad kind of unknown. The kind of "indie" unknown where they record songs in their basement and write "real" music and the entertainment they bring to others is "original." This is not wrong in any way, and is a correct statement. Something that only you and your friends can rave about is much better than something everyone raves about. It's like someone invaded in your own personal club.
But it only makes sense in the band's perspective. Who has time to write their own music when your fans are expecting a new album every year? Writing songs is not easy, even for someone who gets paid to do so. Besides, these bands want one thing: money. So they don't really care if their original fan base who thought they were edgy hates them, because they have a bigger, much broader fan base now.
This isn't what angers me. What angers me is when these few fans of this band go on and on about how they should expand and sign a contract so they get the attention they deserve. Because they should. Right? Someone once told me that once you start getting paid to do a hobby, it stops becoming a hobby. Then you only start doing it for money. I agree with this analysis. Nothing takes the fun out of something more than putting a deadline and rules on it. Instead of writing songs when you want and how you want, you need to write songs by this time, and since you don't have time for that, someone gets hired to do that for you.
So how do these original fans react? Apparently, none of them know how bands change when they become well-known. All the fans have to say is complaints about how the band isn't "cool" anymore. There's that word. Cool. Its meaning is way too broad in my opinion, yet probably the worst thing a band can be called is "uncool." That, and "sucky." You know, as a side note, I would really appreciate if people (teens especially) expended they're vocabulary a little bit more. I am guilty of saying words such as "like" and "awesome" much too often. But learning new words is interesting to me, and I wouldn't mind expanding it more. But I digress. Again. I've been doing that quite a bit in recent blog posts.
Anyway, after the band has had their hit songs they slowly fade into oblivion once more, just as they came. No one remembers them, except the few that were there all along. But even then, those fans only listen to the "cool" songs.
This is why I admire people like Johnathan Coulton, who has never signed a contract, and writes songs as he pleases. Sure he wrote both of the credit songs for Portal and Portal 2, which will bring in some money for him. But he does all of his songs himself. He isn't super popular either, so he still has that "edgy" feel to his music I suppose.
Fans begging for more and then complaining when you do what they want is a concept I will never understand. Even if I go through that myself, I won't understand it. I'm keeping my hobbies, hobbies. Future careers will involve technology. I'm not about to go design a website for fun. Because it's a job for me still.
Ok, now that that's out of the way, let's discuss things I need to work on in this blog:
- Conclusions
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Summer Time! ...Almost
I am having a hard time believing that the school year is coming to its end. Usually, this wouldn't be a big deal, but the fact that so many of my friends are seniors and that I'm graduating next year kind of makes it a deal of the big kind.
But first on the agenda of summer related activities is: Sun! Yes, the sun is out! The big yellow ball in the sky is paying Washington a visit. For how long? About four days. That's about as good as it gets over here. Lack of sun pretty much ruins any summer plans I have. True, many of my summer plans involve TV, the Internet, and talking on the phone, but it'd be much nicer to look out the window and comment on the gorgeous day outside while I'm browsing YouTube. Although, I wouldn't mind sitting outside reading once in awhile.
It's actually interesting to sit and remember how I viewed summer when I was still in elementary school. Back then, school lacked much homework, and I actually had fun there. Summer was always viewed with high hopes because it involved spending time with good friends of mine. A couple weeks before school ended, I'd be spending my free-time calling up these friends, making plans to spend the night at their house or something along those lines. I would think "How many sleepovers can I go to this year?" about every June.
Then things changed, as they always do, around middle school. My mindset didn't change, but my friends did. They became busier with life and didn't have time to have me over as much. I used to think that I was the one left behind, but I realize that I had become busy too. It was around this time I took up learning another language and had dedicated more and more time to that. There was still a desire to spend time with friends burning in my head, and I would sometimes. There may be one sleepover. That should have been enough. But I was disappointed, nonetheless.
High school is where my viewpoint on life changes the most. And even though this happened early in high school, I'll be lectured if I write in past tense, so I won't. These are the years that actually matter. These are the years that actually will help me acquire skills for future jobs. This means a lot of work. Hence, summer is always too far away. Even at the end of the year, when summer is less than a month away, all people can talk about is how it should start tomorrow. The end of the year is when all the final projects and exams are, so even though summer gets closer by the day, so does stress. Everyone (well, seniors mostly) are concerned about getting their grades up. I've even seen people concerned about grades when they have straight A's, because they're so worried they'll bomb the exam and no longer have their straight A's. Actually, the only students I've seen that aren't concerned about their final grades are the ones who are failing and don't care anymore. I've always found that funny. I'm not particularly pressured about constantly having all A's, but I still want to graduate. I still want good grades. I've never really been able to understand people who don't care about their grades at all. Like, they are literally failing every class and they act like that doesn't matter. But I digress.
Although summer is viewed with much happiness, there's always the sad part that people cling to as well. I know plenty of seniors this year, more than I've known any other year, so I'm going to be a little sad they're leaving. But, really, it's not like I have no way of contacting anyone I would want to keep in touch with. Despite this, I'll no doubt feel some sadness after the seniors are gone. It's going to be strangely quiet without the seven or so seniors in my Sno-Isle class. It's going to be even quieter on the bus since pretty much everyone I talk to there is a senior. Then, of course, I'll be going on and on with my friends about how quickly time passes and how excited we all are to be seniors next year. It all seems so silly now, but that's exactly what's going to happen.
I've never been a big fan of recollecting things, because it always makes me so sad. But summer seems to be known for just that. Even in elementary school, kids always say stuff like, "Remember that funny thing that happened at the beginning of the year?" or "Remember how shy I was the first day of school?" Then, in middle school, the buzz around the halls is things like, "Remember that super creepy guy that, like, was, like, obviously hitting on me on, like, the first day of school? Yeah, that was, like, so weird." or "OMG remember how long your hair was at the beginning of the year? It's, like, so weird now because I can't even picture you with it anymore!" Finally, in high school, it seems people are slightly more sentimental so they stay stuff such as, "I'm going to miss you so much! I remember when we met at lunch and you did that thing and I knew we were going to be friends forever!" or "Oh my gosh! Text me every day, ok? We totally need to hang out next month or whatever. I'll see you later! *hugs*"
This usually results in me becoming down at the start of summer. Not really down, because I'm still pumped by the fact I have no homework or anything. But in the back of my head I still miss all the friends I made. Then one of them calls me or texts me and I'm all right. Then, slowly, I get used to the summer routine. I start getting used to sleeping in, not having homework, and the sunshine (hopefully. I've stopped trusting Washington).
Then, right around that time, school starts again.
Those are my thoughts on summer. Even though summer has yet to come, I wanted to get this down now before my mind becomes nostalgic and sentimental. Then I'd just keep going. "And then in sixth grade...don't even get me started..." Yeah. I doubt anyone would read that. So, let's name this my summer post and call it good.
But first on the agenda of summer related activities is: Sun! Yes, the sun is out! The big yellow ball in the sky is paying Washington a visit. For how long? About four days. That's about as good as it gets over here. Lack of sun pretty much ruins any summer plans I have. True, many of my summer plans involve TV, the Internet, and talking on the phone, but it'd be much nicer to look out the window and comment on the gorgeous day outside while I'm browsing YouTube. Although, I wouldn't mind sitting outside reading once in awhile.
It's actually interesting to sit and remember how I viewed summer when I was still in elementary school. Back then, school lacked much homework, and I actually had fun there. Summer was always viewed with high hopes because it involved spending time with good friends of mine. A couple weeks before school ended, I'd be spending my free-time calling up these friends, making plans to spend the night at their house or something along those lines. I would think "How many sleepovers can I go to this year?" about every June.
Then things changed, as they always do, around middle school. My mindset didn't change, but my friends did. They became busier with life and didn't have time to have me over as much. I used to think that I was the one left behind, but I realize that I had become busy too. It was around this time I took up learning another language and had dedicated more and more time to that. There was still a desire to spend time with friends burning in my head, and I would sometimes. There may be one sleepover. That should have been enough. But I was disappointed, nonetheless.
High school is where my viewpoint on life changes the most. And even though this happened early in high school, I'll be lectured if I write in past tense, so I won't. These are the years that actually matter. These are the years that actually will help me acquire skills for future jobs. This means a lot of work. Hence, summer is always too far away. Even at the end of the year, when summer is less than a month away, all people can talk about is how it should start tomorrow. The end of the year is when all the final projects and exams are, so even though summer gets closer by the day, so does stress. Everyone (well, seniors mostly) are concerned about getting their grades up. I've even seen people concerned about grades when they have straight A's, because they're so worried they'll bomb the exam and no longer have their straight A's. Actually, the only students I've seen that aren't concerned about their final grades are the ones who are failing and don't care anymore. I've always found that funny. I'm not particularly pressured about constantly having all A's, but I still want to graduate. I still want good grades. I've never really been able to understand people who don't care about their grades at all. Like, they are literally failing every class and they act like that doesn't matter. But I digress.
Although summer is viewed with much happiness, there's always the sad part that people cling to as well. I know plenty of seniors this year, more than I've known any other year, so I'm going to be a little sad they're leaving. But, really, it's not like I have no way of contacting anyone I would want to keep in touch with. Despite this, I'll no doubt feel some sadness after the seniors are gone. It's going to be strangely quiet without the seven or so seniors in my Sno-Isle class. It's going to be even quieter on the bus since pretty much everyone I talk to there is a senior. Then, of course, I'll be going on and on with my friends about how quickly time passes and how excited we all are to be seniors next year. It all seems so silly now, but that's exactly what's going to happen.
I've never been a big fan of recollecting things, because it always makes me so sad. But summer seems to be known for just that. Even in elementary school, kids always say stuff like, "Remember that funny thing that happened at the beginning of the year?" or "Remember how shy I was the first day of school?" Then, in middle school, the buzz around the halls is things like, "Remember that super creepy guy that, like, was, like, obviously hitting on me on, like, the first day of school? Yeah, that was, like, so weird." or "OMG remember how long your hair was at the beginning of the year? It's, like, so weird now because I can't even picture you with it anymore!" Finally, in high school, it seems people are slightly more sentimental so they stay stuff such as, "I'm going to miss you so much! I remember when we met at lunch and you did that thing and I knew we were going to be friends forever!" or "Oh my gosh! Text me every day, ok? We totally need to hang out next month or whatever. I'll see you later! *hugs*"
This usually results in me becoming down at the start of summer. Not really down, because I'm still pumped by the fact I have no homework or anything. But in the back of my head I still miss all the friends I made. Then one of them calls me or texts me and I'm all right. Then, slowly, I get used to the summer routine. I start getting used to sleeping in, not having homework, and the sunshine (hopefully. I've stopped trusting Washington).
Then, right around that time, school starts again.
Those are my thoughts on summer. Even though summer has yet to come, I wanted to get this down now before my mind becomes nostalgic and sentimental. Then I'd just keep going. "And then in sixth grade...don't even get me started..." Yeah. I doubt anyone would read that. So, let's name this my summer post and call it good.
Friday, November 26, 2010
2 Inches of Snow?? Life=Complete
As many of us Washingtonians know, winter time mostly consists of gray days and rain. However, I am happy to announce that Washington has been rewarded with early snow! Did you hear me? Early snow! Of course, I'm sure people who live on the West Coast or Alaska think this is nothing, but don't ruin this for us rain-dwellers! This is a big deal!
So, after many conflicting weather reports, I was still skeptical about any snow this year. The days were growing colder, but the ground remained bare. I finally decided to bring out the Puffy Coat. That's right, Washingtonians keep note on when the Puffy Coat is brought out. It's kind of a momentous occasion. Well, maybe that's just me. But anyway, a light dusting of snow precipitated the previous day, so I decided it was time.
When I got to school, there was no snow at all. I was starting to wonder if Sunday's light dusting was just to make us all have false hope. But alas! On the bus ride to Sno-Isle, the snow started trickling down from the clouds of gray. Fortunately, my classroom has a big window in front of me with no blinds, so I could watch it fall throughout the day. It was mesmerizing. At one point, while looking out the window, someone started talking to me and I totally missed it because I was in awe. Or maybe I just decided not to listen to her. Either way, I blamed the snow.
After the snow started sticking and accumulating, one guy in the class told our instructor to go out and make a snow angel. She laughed and told him there wasn't enough snow yet. He kept asking. When it started snowing harder, he asked if we could go outside and make snow angels. Of course, only a few would do it, but we would all watch. Our instructor sighed and told him to wait until after 10. We refused that because some of us were to be bused back to school after ten. So we agreed on 10 sharp. Several people were watching the clock. The snow continued to come down. At 10, about three people announced it was time for snow angels and went outside the back door in our classroom. Our instructor followed them out. Other people were watching, including the people in our class. The door they went out of locked from the outside, but we made sure they all got back in. Eventually.
I took a picture with my cellphone of this day. I have to say, Sno-Isle is the highlight of my day, but this was the highlight of my highlight. I mean, come on. Sno-Isle? Snow? It's the perfect combination! It maybe be even better than chocolate and peanut butter! Well, I shouldn't say that. Certain people reading this will have a fit and send me angry messages.
Anyway, when I got back to school, the snow was falling there as well. It was exciting. It took as a lot longer to get back because all the buses had to drive at practically 20 mph so they didn't slide. It stopped eventually, then during 5th period someone look out the window and gasped, "It's snowing!" And so it was. Even harder this time.
During lunch my friend decided to throw snow at me. There was barely enough to make a snowball, but she did it. And I did too. Oh, what a fun day.
When I got home, the snow still wasn't sticking to the roads. It probably started sticking later that night. That evening we got a call from school saying school was canceled the next day. Seconds later I received a call from my friend who then repeated the news. While talking with this friend I got a text from someone I knew saying school was canceled. Word travels fast if it involves schools being canceled.
It froze that night, so not only was there snow, there was ice. And it was only getting colder. So the school called that evening saying school was canceled Wednesday too. Thanksgiving Break was after that.
So basically, we went to school one day this week and have a six-day weekend. Plus, two inches of snow. Don't judge. This is twice the snow we got last year!
The downside to this is all my friends have cabin fever and caused me to go over my texts and minutes in four days. Thanks guys. Haha, just kidding. I love talking to all of you. :-)
Anyway, the snow is gone now, aside from the few patches. It rained yesterday. The magical moments are gone. Oh well, hopefully this means more snow for Winter Break!
...Right?
So, after many conflicting weather reports, I was still skeptical about any snow this year. The days were growing colder, but the ground remained bare. I finally decided to bring out the Puffy Coat. That's right, Washingtonians keep note on when the Puffy Coat is brought out. It's kind of a momentous occasion. Well, maybe that's just me. But anyway, a light dusting of snow precipitated the previous day, so I decided it was time.
When I got to school, there was no snow at all. I was starting to wonder if Sunday's light dusting was just to make us all have false hope. But alas! On the bus ride to Sno-Isle, the snow started trickling down from the clouds of gray. Fortunately, my classroom has a big window in front of me with no blinds, so I could watch it fall throughout the day. It was mesmerizing. At one point, while looking out the window, someone started talking to me and I totally missed it because I was in awe. Or maybe I just decided not to listen to her. Either way, I blamed the snow.
After the snow started sticking and accumulating, one guy in the class told our instructor to go out and make a snow angel. She laughed and told him there wasn't enough snow yet. He kept asking. When it started snowing harder, he asked if we could go outside and make snow angels. Of course, only a few would do it, but we would all watch. Our instructor sighed and told him to wait until after 10. We refused that because some of us were to be bused back to school after ten. So we agreed on 10 sharp. Several people were watching the clock. The snow continued to come down. At 10, about three people announced it was time for snow angels and went outside the back door in our classroom. Our instructor followed them out. Other people were watching, including the people in our class. The door they went out of locked from the outside, but we made sure they all got back in. Eventually.
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| Sno-Isle Snow Angels |
Anyway, when I got back to school, the snow was falling there as well. It was exciting. It took as a lot longer to get back because all the buses had to drive at practically 20 mph so they didn't slide. It stopped eventually, then during 5th period someone look out the window and gasped, "It's snowing!" And so it was. Even harder this time.
During lunch my friend decided to throw snow at me. There was barely enough to make a snowball, but she did it. And I did too. Oh, what a fun day.
When I got home, the snow still wasn't sticking to the roads. It probably started sticking later that night. That evening we got a call from school saying school was canceled the next day. Seconds later I received a call from my friend who then repeated the news. While talking with this friend I got a text from someone I knew saying school was canceled. Word travels fast if it involves schools being canceled.
It froze that night, so not only was there snow, there was ice. And it was only getting colder. So the school called that evening saying school was canceled Wednesday too. Thanksgiving Break was after that.
So basically, we went to school one day this week and have a six-day weekend. Plus, two inches of snow. Don't judge. This is twice the snow we got last year!
The downside to this is all my friends have cabin fever and caused me to go over my texts and minutes in four days. Thanks guys. Haha, just kidding. I love talking to all of you. :-)
Anyway, the snow is gone now, aside from the few patches. It rained yesterday. The magical moments are gone. Oh well, hopefully this means more snow for Winter Break!
...Right?
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Oh The Horror!! *om nom nom nom*
Why is it that certain times of the year make ads change its tactic on selling? In the colder (and apparently scarier) months approaching, the packaging colors have turned to orange, black, and green. As a person who does not celebrate holidays, I am not particularly excited for the changes going on. I do, however, sit back and observe. This is what I have seen so far in the ways of advertising.
For one, the scarier the commercial, the better the product. Now, I'm not really sure why this is. The last thing I relate to hunger is fear, though I suppose gummy brains and teeth are gross enough to try, but only once a year. I actually have eaten some of the more obscure gummy candy, and I think the taste itself is pretty disgusting. I would assume more people taste the same way I do because I never see kids voluntarily eating that stuff after this time of year. Nor is it sold in the first place unless it's October.
This doesn't only apply to food though. The commercials for upcoming TV specials and movies get scarier every year. Sometimes, the movie itself isn't even really Halloween related at all, or not even that scary. And yet, they flash ghoulish images at the child's TV screen, hoping to actually get some views this year.
But I guess these ads have to be as ridiculously scary as possible, because if it's realistic scary, parents complain and the show is taken off the air only to be seen on YouTube for twenty million people to see. Which is so much better for kids anyway.
Another thing I find amusing, is that the really obscure things are sold around this time. The kind of stuff kids only want to buy if it's October. Because this month is not only "ask for candy" month, it's also "scare the daylights out of our closest friends and family" month, which is another thing I don't really understand. Amongst the TV specials and weird foods are little contraptions that are not only cool looking, they scare the pants off your five year old sister and make her cry. I don't really know why this is so appealing to kids as well as adults. I guess I just have never really been that into scaring people.
Finally, the packaging. Big Shopping Day was a couple days ago, which means my mom has acquired the snack foods for the month (which invariably only last two weeks). Amongst the other delicious snack treats I found these (left). I find so many things wrong with this tactic. First of all, it's Flash themed. Flash isn't scary. At all. I am really confused as to why this superhero is representing Hostess's Halloween based packaging.
Second (as noted in the lower picture), these cakes are marked as "scary." I don't know about you, but I wouldn't consider
any kind of food scary. Especially food that is Flash themed. I mean, really. But just like I said in the previous post, imagine how boring life would be without ads to make us laugh?
Before I leave you to go on to bigger and better things, I do have one question regarding this time of year. Maybe someone could fill me in on the origin of this:
Why are pumpkins associated with Halloween?
I am kind of intrigued by the concept of how certain traditions came to be so common. I'm wondering if anyone can fill me in because I'm clearly too lazy to look it up, but inspired enough to write down all this.
Humor me.
For one, the scarier the commercial, the better the product. Now, I'm not really sure why this is. The last thing I relate to hunger is fear, though I suppose gummy brains and teeth are gross enough to try, but only once a year. I actually have eaten some of the more obscure gummy candy, and I think the taste itself is pretty disgusting. I would assume more people taste the same way I do because I never see kids voluntarily eating that stuff after this time of year. Nor is it sold in the first place unless it's October.
This doesn't only apply to food though. The commercials for upcoming TV specials and movies get scarier every year. Sometimes, the movie itself isn't even really Halloween related at all, or not even that scary. And yet, they flash ghoulish images at the child's TV screen, hoping to actually get some views this year.
"And the little girl decided to GO TO THE CANDY STORE!! Mwahahaha! *flash of goblin's face for no reason* Will she ever find her way home, or will she be too TERRIFIED!?! Mwahahaha!" *flash of ghost for no reason*Uhh...I think I've seen that...isn't it a comedy?
But I guess these ads have to be as ridiculously scary as possible, because if it's realistic scary, parents complain and the show is taken off the air only to be seen on YouTube for twenty million people to see. Which is so much better for kids anyway.
Another thing I find amusing, is that the really obscure things are sold around this time. The kind of stuff kids only want to buy if it's October. Because this month is not only "ask for candy" month, it's also "scare the daylights out of our closest friends and family" month, which is another thing I don't really understand. Amongst the TV specials and weird foods are little contraptions that are not only cool looking, they scare the pants off your five year old sister and make her cry. I don't really know why this is so appealing to kids as well as adults. I guess I just have never really been that into scaring people.
Finally, the packaging. Big Shopping Day was a couple days ago, which means my mom has acquired the snack foods for the month (which invariably only last two weeks). Amongst the other delicious snack treats I found these (left). I find so many things wrong with this tactic. First of all, it's Flash themed. Flash isn't scary. At all. I am really confused as to why this superhero is representing Hostess's Halloween based packaging.Second (as noted in the lower picture), these cakes are marked as "scary." I don't know about you, but I wouldn't consider
any kind of food scary. Especially food that is Flash themed. I mean, really. But just like I said in the previous post, imagine how boring life would be without ads to make us laugh?
Before I leave you to go on to bigger and better things, I do have one question regarding this time of year. Maybe someone could fill me in on the origin of this:
Why are pumpkins associated with Halloween?
I am kind of intrigued by the concept of how certain traditions came to be so common. I'm wondering if anyone can fill me in because I'm clearly too lazy to look it up, but inspired enough to write down all this.
Humor me.
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