This was a fun day. Apparently Scibetta got sick? Because I'm trying not to wake him up from a diseased slumber here. I get owned by some wire, people are not pleased with liver, and Taylor gets a vaporizer. All in all, a great Monday, April 19, 2010.

Day 60

This morning was a morning involving, among other things, a breakfast of cream of wheat and popovers (I put too much syrup of the cream of wheat instead of brown sugar), a bad news report from Sarah, a jam session in History wherein we listened to Blowin' in the Wind, The Times They Are A-Changin', Fortunate Son, Ohio, Eve of Destruction, and For What It's Worth and discussed their impact on/reflections of the mood of the country in the 60s.

After that, I wrote my English essay, ignoring a Precalc study session to work on that. I finished and went back home to get a flash drive, and stopped to play some guitar. I stopped when I heard Cedar crying. Hoping I didn't wake her up, I creeped out the back stairs. It turns out I didn't wake her; Comfort was taking her and Rowan for a walk. Lunch was liver and onions, pizza, and rolls. I had a salad with too much dressing, several rolls, some pizza slices, and a few blondie bars. I had two bites of Megan K's liver, and it was just bland. It had a texture of steak, in that it split with bites. The flavor was non-existant, though David, Matt and Megan hated it.

In Science Hike I went to my site, took two videos of me narrating possible histories, drew a shoddy map, and ran about jumping from bank to bank. I threw a stick in the brook and followed it down. I jumped a bit short twice and got wet, so I headed back to Miles to change. I walked back solo, unlike going out, where I walked with Hallie, Kemi, David and Rafi. On my walk back I was walking along when all of a sudden I hit a strong, thin barrier below my ribs. It was barbed wire. That was funny how I didn't see it.

I got back to Miles and saw Rafi going in, changed my pants quietly so not to wake the sleeping, sick Sam S. Jake did, though. I got my laundry bag ready, but couldn't put it in due to the machines being full. Walking back to school wearing my Killers T-shirt, I had a small 'fight' with Jay: sweatshirt vs. rake. I saw mom and dad had written me emails when I got to school. In Spanish I was very tired, with no real reason. Anika, Megan K and I crafted dialogues for the twins in our story, which I learned was written in 1981.

In E. Sci. Pat gave us an in-class about global warming. I did alright for the first part I wrote, involving increases in greenhouse gases and those effects, but when I got to ocean currents my words became crazier. It was some wondering, so maybe he'll like that. Dinner was mac and cheese, peas and ham, which I ate with Aidan, Jimmy, Zoe RA, Hallie, and Susie, Cole, and Hazel. It was a fun table: Jimmy and I traded Miles jokes, and told Hallie about Drinking Problem. Sick band. Afterward, I listened to Toxicity while Hallie told me about Maude Tisch. I friended her; we have a small wall dialogue going, since we are born on the same day and all.

I reprinted my English essay, since Jack did not like my improper use of an m-dash—it was in the first two words, which he circled and didn't read the rest—and then went home to read History. Taylor got his vaporizer, so he, Maddy, Isaac and I had some fun testing those out. Taylor shot Isaac dead in the back of the head, which started a chase. I took lots of music from Sam S with David, listened to David Gilmour in Dansk [Great album. He still has the same great voice he did way back when with Pink Floyd.] during the morning and tried to get the album artwork to show (to no avail, alas). Yea, that's about it... other than filming commercials for the Bildner/Wong campaign 2010, and various Miles shenanigans, not much else happened.

One Year Later.

Honestly, you changed every aspect of my life in both big and small ways, and I will never be able to express how grateful I am and how dearly I treasure your presence in my life. I love you all. Happy one year old birthday, TMS S'1o!

Unproductive Reminiscing

Not to be cliché, but TMS has really been on my mind today—I can’t believe it has only been a year since that frigid day when Pat Barnes and Nick Kruse directed me to Underwood, Alden told us about Hardy Hardhead, and Kemi announced that she loved nail polish at the opening caucus. Alden then told us how we would get to know and love each other, how soon we wouldn’t believe that we didn’t know everyone’s names, and (I remember this really well) how we would everyone by the way their silhouette walked. But I didn’t focus on any of that. I convinced myself that I would die of hypothermia on the exercise in solitude, that I would be judged for going to Church with Susie the next day (didn’t sign up), that I would fail E. Sci (the Universe of Knowable Stuff is a bit daunting at first) and that I would never be friends with the strangers who sat all around me. What I didn’t know was how right Alden was, and I looking around me at the closing caucus and seeing the community we had built, the trust we had, I knew I had made some of the best friends of my life.

It really is hard being away from that. I feel guilty, because of the last twelve months, only four shine. I feel like I should be moving on, and I am perfectly content at home, but the longer I am here the more I love the Mountain School. A classmate’s recent nasty/racist blog made me think first of respect we had for each other, the more ridiculous class meetings I attend, the more I long for when adults used to trust us with figuring out our own community, and I was recently so frustrated in Philosophy class that I drew Pat’s universe diagram on the board. I am always surprised at how long I can spend reading over our final reflections and reliving my favorite memories. I wish we could do it all again, and of course that’s unproductive thinking, but just for today I am allowing it.

I don't want to be the "Debbie Downer" of the situation...

But while this is our one-year anniversary weekend, we actually all met each other a year ago from tomorrow. The first day of our semester was on January 30th, 2010.

That being said, it's so weird to think of a new group of spring students up there right now. I miss you all. One year flew by so fast...

this is it.

I can't believe my birthday is also our one year anniversary! Today I have wonderful plans with some Milton friends, and I even though I am not with you all, I feel deeply connected to you. I feel like the reason I am able to be so happy today, at home, is because I learned how to be joyful at the mountain school. Haha I don't know if that makes sense... But every time I feel especially happy and strong I attribute it to your love.

Thank you.

And the trip to JLW comes to its close. Back at Mountain School I have no idea what was going down, only that once I returned Sunday, April 18, 2010, the usual antics were still going strong. Boy, does tonight feel like a salsa night to anyone else? I'm getting a dance-party vibe...

Day 59

Woke up at 8, had a breakfast of Apple Jacks, Lucky Charms, and toast. Mr. Ball gave a speech that was standard Ball fare. We did two team-building activities: the square games, hitting 1-20 in order, and the human knot, wherein my group did not succeed, though we did try very hard. Lunch was pizza. It was yummy. Sonia, Isabel Watts and Lelogais, Nikita, Sofia and I played the ha-ha game and talked about Mountain School, swapping stories and whatnot. We and Joseph organized the class T-shirts, but some people took some when they didn't order them while we were handing them out (I handed a few out to screaming masses due to my not knowing about the sign-out system Joseph had. Bedetti may have expediated and exacerbated this process.)

I ate lunch with Mark Chu, Alisha Zou, Ashley Bair, Yuleissy, Anais, and others. After that we had our town hall meeting... I wrote about that on my iPod. After that I tried to comfort a depressed-, melancholy-, and generally sad-looking Sofia. I went home, said gooodbye to people, noticed that, in a line of my dad wearing a Red Sox shirt, me, and Sofia wearing a TMS sweatshirt, I was the overlap of the Venn diagram. I had some paninis while heading out the door after talking with mom and dad. We made it to South Station and rode the bus with Anika and Caitlin. They played the same movie, Return to Me, on the bus heading up that they did heading down.

I finished the TS Spivet book, wrote in my journal, and opened up a Pandora's box of emotions when I texted dad saying that mom's gift of a tiny squirt gun was saddening, which she read, AGAINST ALL DESIRES AND SUPPOSED ACTIONS. So I started barely crying over that, large since I don't cry ever. I really don't want to call them, since I did text her saying I was sorry. I just don't want her to be sad. It actually does have a nice capacity, and insane range for what I was expecting.

I played guitar for Anika and Caitlin waiting for a ride to TMS, which they liked a lot. On our ride back, Nick and I discussed nature and morality. I got back, cleaned the bathrooms, ate popcorn with Comfort in a fancy dorm meeting, and generally chilled with my bros. I started my English essay. I'll do it tomorrow. Along with cleaning. Right now, if I just get to sleep, I'll be fine. That's going to be so good.

How could I forget this? We were all dancing to some salsa-samba music when Kit appears in our doorway, absolutely pissed. He yells at us (or rather says angrily) to “get the fuck out of here”. We all ran to our respective rooms, and I said, sillily, “It's good to be home!”. Kit opens our door, looks around, and leaves.

Does this happen to anyone else?

Today I faced the sixth of my seven evil ex's--exAMS that is! Only one final boss stands between me and senior spring. That gets an approving nod. This day, Saturday, April 17, 2010, is your exclusive glance into a time-honored Milton tradition, I guess. Revel in the glory of the secret rites of initiation undergone by Milton students for at least, like, ten years. Junior Leadership Weekend details never before released to the outside world, I mean, if that's exciting to you... But indeed, the CTF match we had was pretty sweet.

Day 58 (written day 59)

Well... breakfast of oatmeal and cinnamon buns. Got in a car with Sue and rode to Hanover with Rachel, Anika and Caitlin. Rode a bus down while reading the Spanish work and thinking about things. Upon arriving at home I ate a tasty sandwich with cranberry sauce and went to school, where I met friends. The ride to the camp was tiring... I though a lot amidst annoying borders.

We arrived, played capture the flag (day vs. Border- we won in an epic shoving match across the line), talked (I took care to explain our door and couch shenanigans to Isabella and Caroline while not looking at Ainikki until the very end, and then only in a glance... smooth moves.) with a variety of people... Jasmine, Kasey, Sofia, Sra. Crews, etc. We played a dodgeball tourament (my team would've gone farther had Mr. Gagnon not called the match prematurely), Satto, Warren, Sydney and I played table hockey. It was sick.

We had a great speaker—he got me excited for the next year, leading by example. There was dinner of chicken and rice and corn. We asked for more by simply raising the plate... seemed rude. I cleared all the plates and made people wipe down the tables... just to be nice. Made a dish crew joke to Sofia. There was a talent show... Mike Godwin can sing. Danny and I played a hastily-prepared version of Dear Prudence, and it went well.

I didn't really hang out with Rachel, Anika, or Caitlin that much. We had a dance, wearing neon bracelets and white shirts. It was quite much. I was shaken a bit. The bonfire was during that, but they failed to alert us. We all stayed up instead of going to bed at midnight, so I played guitar for Kasey, Jasmine, and Danny. Mr. Whalen took over for a bit—he can really play. Then I played Pictionary with Satto, an asian girl, Anais, Diana, Sofia, and some Robbins girls. It was very fun. I went to bed at two in the morning.

The story behind this day is that Anika, Caitlin, Rachel and I had gone back to Milton for the Junior Leadership Weekend, and I didn't bring my laptop, so I didn't do an entry for a few days. When we got back, I realized the mass of work that lay before me, and due to my level of tiredness I didn't do this day: Friday, April 16, 2010.

The story behind my today was that I had a bio exam, finished a spanish essay, and briefly skyped with a friend. We have an interesting thing going on where our conversations have a 50% chance of making me feel like shit, and this was one of those times. She was bragging (unintentionally, I hope) about all the shit she's doing, and I just felt like worse. However, one of my favorite albums and a few memories later I came to the conclusion that I have TMS, something she can't (and won't; I've tried bringing it up but she turns the conversation away) understand.

Day 57 friday (written day 59)

of fuck I have to do this too? No, not now. Monday.

last night i was talking to my friend and he basically told me that for some reason i am so different from every girl hes met. he has this other friend in germany who is the only other person he's met that is different. and thats its strange how there are certain people who really stick out.

i immediately thought about every one of you. i told him that there are a lot of special unique people out there you just need to find them and that ive been lucky enough to be surrounded by them because of the mountain school. every one of you sticks out to me in your own way. every one of you is so talented and special and incredible in so many different ways and i love each and every one of you so much

that doesn't mean i dont appreciate it when i find someone else just as special and different.

i like to think that not only am i lucky enough to have every one of you in my life now, but I'm also lucky in that i know now how to find more people like you.

i know understand that there can be something special in a lot of different people if you look hard enough. you just need to search for those people and surround yourselves with them. we left the mountain school not only with each other, but also with endless possibilities to expand ourselves and our friends.

I'm not quite sure what happened with this day, or why I abandoned all punctuation and capitalization. If you make it through the hurricane of letters I applaud you--it was hard enough to read through to find parts for emphasis. Either way, this is Thursday, April 15, 2010.

Day 56

quickly quickly runfast runfast spanish was alright today breakfast was eggs on toast sat with jack kemu kate and others theres a volcano in iceland that might make everything super cold that would suck e sci i actually payed attention for one day and it was helpful i learned some in history it was a standard class i sat next to sam s caitlin and phoebe we talked about lbj in english we looked around outside after discussing in groups the reading (my group was rachel and taylor) and identified all types of shapes forms and colors

lunch was lasagna turkey shepards pie and pasta the turkey shepards pie was the best shepards pie i have ever had i had dish crew today i was on pots with phoebe it wsa alright the sinks kept getting shit in them so i drained them and then it took too long to refill and the water wasnt hot i blame cooks crew also by the end it was just kiana and i and kiana was on cooks crew where did our crew go anyway for outdoor program ben took us to a place where rafi nell sarah rachel katja aidan anika yoyo shizue kiana rosii and i learned how to work the stoves and read some problem situations we also worked the whistle chain but on such a small scale it didn't really work in working out stoves we made hot chocolate i took too much powder and it was chocolate stew

hallie and i had some nice conversations beforehand after that i looked over the precalc section on parabolas and got it while listening to led zeppelin and looking at the internet and 11points during precalc kathy actually taught us and i understood hyperbolas and ellipses we also did a little bit with conic sections it was the best class in a while before dinner hallie kemi and i fed the pullets we mentioned chicken run i picked up a chicken we struggled to open the water container thing and i shooed the chickens away from the feed trough

dinner was turkey stir fry i liked it hallie and i sat with kyra and other people after dinner i did a little bit of music in the library before heading to miles to look at the newborn baby goats who look even more like stuffed animals i took photos with caitlin adrija kemi danny freddy katja and aidan and liana there are two brown/tan goats and one black i then did spanish in miles put laundry in did a bit of e sci moved laundry made up song titles for bands with jimmy played with guns with miles played music with david and did a little bit of history... good times until history. I'll do well. I know this. I know enough. I'll succeed.

Mr. Scott

So I've told many of you about this really awesome teacher that i have for my English class (a literature class about the Bible) named Mr. Scott. He was an Army Ranger captain while working in-joint with the the CIA in Cambodia during vietnam and is just the most legit/coolest/chillest man ever. But more importantly i found out today that he not only taught at TMS for any old semester, but the first ever semester and helped found the school. He helped shape the English program into what it is today and setup the Outdoor Program, basing it off the Outdoor Leadership program at my school. Him and Jack are still BFF's and he has admitted to having a crush on Marilyn. Jack even used to come to my school for presentations until one year the two of them got into too crazy shenanigans and TMS banned Jack from coming. (I'm not even allowed to know what they did, though i have some theories). Basically I describe him to most people as Jack without the sass/attitude. On to my main point. I love going to his class and seeing him wear his green Mountain School sweatshirt. It feels great when he tells me that Marilyn, Trudy, or Jack say hello. In my semester grading comments he even said that I made him homesick for TMS, which was a good thing. He made my transition back to my homeschool so much easier because he's been the perfect bridge between my school and TMS. It has been amazing to have someone like this greet me at school and fully adjust me to life at home without pulling the rug out from under me.

Today during my excellent P.E. class I suggested Knockout. It started off kinda rough (as in that same old standing-under-the-rim-and-not-making-anything way), but I got some nice shots in. I was dismayed, however, at my teammates' rejecting of the knock-people's-balls-out-of-the-basket rule! I got disqualified. But because it was SUPER DUPER KNOCKOUT, that made up for it. Anyways, what we have here is a splendid day with dozens of quality moments. Wednesday, April 14, 2010 was a great day as far as I'm concerned. The last line of the entry says it all.

4/14/10... getting lost in the days. Day 54? I need to fix this openoffice problem.

Breakfasted on french toast. Had a short school meeting before Wood Crew, which somehow got switched around so the actual wood crew followed Kit around lugging logs while Jimmy, Aidan and I cut and processed several trees. On wood crew, Aidan whistled. Continually. I cut down a large tree but couldn't move uit, so Jimmy cut it into small pieces. Dan reccommended me the Doors because I was singing Hello, I love You. Later, we had a school meeting discussing Haitian charities. Beforehand, Jay, Charlotte and I were engaging in wackiness.

Lunch was PIZZAS AHH They had mushrooms, peppers, onions, pepperoni... wow they were good. Filling. Sam S, Halllie, Bruce, and others... Freddy? ate together. There was a swirly yule log cake for dessert. Sam P was with us, I guess. I did no work during my free, I don't think. History cllass was fine. In English we looked at nature expecting moral lessons... didn't really happen. I did notice how a grass plant is really like four or three blades with a center stalk that one blade wraps around like an orchid, and how the tips of the blades have little points of purple holding them together.

I ditched Susie again, unintentionally, while procrastinating on work. I chatted with Kasey, pretended I was uber spiritual and then a cosmic dimension destroying traveler of worlds. The left edge of my right thumb hurts and I don't know why. I chilled in the library listening to Led Zeppelin and other bands with Charlotte, while Kemi threw gum at Phoebe into tea glasses, Hallie and Adrija chilled around, and David was there too. Phoebe was upset that the Sox won and the Yanks lost, and we had fun during dinner.

Gabby, Zoe RA, Adrija, Kate? And Shizue were at our table as well. And Lex and Matt. We ate lasagna for dinner with olive oil and garlic sauce provided by Phoebe. We joked afterward with Kemi after everyone except Adrija had left. It was Zoe RA and Chelsea's birthday, so we had pies. I had one slice of apple. After dinner, Jay and I tried on Taylor's dealer outfit: a vest and shirt. Apparently it was a women's shirt. David took video of us flexing. Matt, Charlotte, Danny, Sarah, and maybe some other silent people watched. It was fun, until Nick arrived and kicked us out. I went back to the dorm, did History, English, checked out Rafi's new Arctic Blast Super Soaker (Jake and I ordered ours earlier), shot it into the shower, at Sam S and Isaac, and a timid, flinching Rafi. David got good video.

Jake and Sam S have lots of work- we were just having dance parties, apparently shaking the whole dorm. I looked over college info from Hamilton and Rensselaer, and I have decided that, as much as I like design, I don't want to go to a tech school for love of writing and Spanish. I did E. Sci., talked with my mom (who is unaware of my weekend plans), and then went to bed. I emailed thank-yous earlier to colleges I visited. Tomorrow I will study for History and do laundry for the weekend. Should be fun. Let's read some Spivet now. HE KILLED A GUY LAST NIGHT WTF! I have some rough times during boring lecture classes, but times like the dance party make up for it.

April 13, 2010

Day 54

Breakfast was cinnamon rolls. I did no work during my free, and in English Jack did not give me a grade on my essay. We talked about nature again. Mark taught us about compost in farm seminar. I didn't learn in e sci. Lunch was fajitas and the best Ginger snaps I have ever had. I had three of each. Rafi and I looked around for blower door work, since the posting came with no description. We found Nick and another guy in underwood, measuring pressure with a tarp and fan over a door. We did the same in Conard, and I was insanely impressed with jacks house. There were trumpets and portraits and rafters and it was cool.

Nick fed us Malta goya (caribbean soda) and it was horrible. It was not bubbly, smelled bad, and had a nasty aftertaste. I switched out with kyras college councilling deal, so ms Solomon and I talked about jobs classes interests and colleges. She has a list. I listened to that's not my name a lot before the group meeting with lex Sarah Matt Zoe ra Anika and katja. Hallie and I discussed sisters. I missed precal due to the meeting, and Spanish was fine. Sat next to adrija and Nora. Dinner with Sam s Rachel Nell Sam p Freddy Matt jay. Pitched ideas for midget tv shows, like lowercase: midget teachers. Dinner was sesame noodles and chicken, green beans, and pull apart bread.

Played some basketball with freddy Kiana adrija Sam s david and rosii. It dissolved into a mad flailing of arms and elbows after we couldnt see the ball. I read some of the long history before finishing devils rejects w Taylor. It was alright. I think I'd like it more had it not been so episodic, my viewing. Kit got mad at us for not doing work. We're not rearranging our room tonight. We have plans set out for jlw.

Growing

Last night, I performed a poem for the first time since Mountain School at an open mic in Brooklyn. The spoken word community here is really close, but I'm not cool with anyone yet. It's interesting because that's exactly what I wanted. I just went from feeling so close to every single person watching me perform (you guys) to wanting to perform in front of people I don't know. I told one of my friends that I was going to spit for the first time and she invited herself, but then I took it back. I knew I'd feel more comfortable reading to people who don't know. SO WEIRD.

It went well. I think I earned myself some respect and it was a very different poem that I'm loving more and more.

(sorry, this isn't very cohesive)

What I'm liking more and more about this slam poetry stuff is that it's my way of challenging what I've been learning this year, and that is that the world isn't Mountain School. People don't automatically care about your art or what you're doing. No one is going to beg you to express yourself and no environment will feel sooo comfortable that you feel compelled to share yourself and open your heart to the world. That all comes from us, and it's been coming from me a lot since Mountain School. I went back to school with so much confidence and motivation, but by putting myself out there I'm also making myself susceptible to getting put down. The more I step out, the more people see me, the more people can hate. As I get to know this experience and witness reactions to who I am and what I'm doing, I get used to it and can accept that not everyone agrees because I accept myself. I'm not completely there yet, but this is a great feeling and I'm so thankful to be learning this before I even get to college.

I'm feeling free.

This day has good reason for seeming fragmented--it and the next day were written on my iPod and inserted much later. Anyway, today at Milton we had a coffeehouse. It was great fun, with two exceptions. Two acts played Hallelujah and Goin' to California, two of my personal TMS anthems. Can't be doin' that, man. Heartstrings being pulled. Onto today: Monday, April 12, 2010

Day 53

Great morning breakfast of eggs, muffin, oatmeal. Finished my paper in us history w yoyo sam s, then went on the Internet. Very annoying math class. No fun without a teacher. More internet. Lunch was leftovers: spaghetti, salad, etc. Andre heard and elihu seltzer were there with my hat and paperweight. Had a great science hike w Hallie kemi Kyra David rafi. Pat took us around with elihu, or as he called him, Eliot, and talked about lots and mounds, property lines, and how my site was due to beaver dams blocking rivers and the like causing lakes.

After, researched a super soaker, had Spanish with Nora Anika Zoe j, where i realized I forgot most of the story. E sci was me typing up what pat wrote down while I was on stumbleupon, constanty alt tabbing. Dinner with the Milton folk and adrija over pot roast potatoes and squash and gravy. Roast with gravy: spectacular. Talked about jlw and Milton. After xchatted w arya in a chill way, the first in too long. Went home listened to eminem ad queen before doing e sci hw then watching some devils rejects with Taylor. In checkin we all talked about super soakers, the Taylor and I watched more of the movie with rafi and then in Isaac and davids room. Then there was a big debate on torture. Then I read Spanish. Then I listened to obladi oblada, bugging me since science hike.

It's currently snowing up here, and the pine trees outside my window are bending under at least a foot of snow.

Day 52

I remember playing Mood For a Day today, just scrolling through the tab. It won't be that hard. The hardest part will be the momerozing and the playing two notes at once on separate stringsl. I did some work today befoere brunch, probably Math (I didn't have the problem sheet, so I just looke de though them all and made sure I could apply the equation in the,.P. I ate wau too much during brunch: eggs with cheese and shrooms, pork sausage balls, and banana pancakes. During ccook's crew I gew to jate kethcup. I'm typing with my eyes closed again.

Jake and Sam and writing History esaays, but Ive finished mine for tonight. I'll write the conclusion tomorrow during class. If I did two and a little bit pages today in like an hour, I can write the conclusion iun one period. Aftre brunch I went back to Miles, looked all over for my sSpanish book (which I found beneath my desk), read that, then played some more guitar... A Certain Romacne got stuck in my head after playing it. I improved a litle solo that involves sweeps, as they are called in guiatr hero.

I started getting thoughts down for my English essay before dunner, as Rachela nd Himmy sat around in the common room, Rahcle doing Math, Jimmy doing rading Chuick Norris Jokes. David, San S and I were doing that earlier. Some are really bad. Really, really bad/ Dinner wa salad, potato salad, pastsa salad... and cornbread. Kit gave a humble about his first time at Fenway, and dunringf dinner with him ,Kemi, Chelsea, Zoe K, and Caitlin and I learned about his life, or at least how he came to Mount School. Apparently he knew A;den as a football coach, dorm parent, and advisor. How young was he teaching them? That;s odd.

After dinner I messeda rounfd iwith Jimmy's radio, foind station playing Bad Romance, Livin' on a Prayer, Limeligh, Paradise city, and the Red Zod [I think this is Red Sox]. EEI s like 550 AM; the others are FM and are so clear it's awesome. I love that radio. I wrote my journal, finished my English essay, called home, procrastinated some with Ramen, cleaned the bathroom during check-in with Kit, and then wrote my History essay, or at least three paragraphs of it. Tomorrow we might move around some furniture, like my desk and dresser. We moved down a shelf today. Now my dresser is not as crowded.

Jimmy illustrated a dream I had that involved him... agents blowing up CVSs, getting attacked by young children with knives and guns, becoming The Crow, but not the actual one; instead, they are the xkcd drawing of the guy from The Cure. I'll fix my OpenOffice tomorrow with Doug... why does the requested operation require elevation? It'll be fun... work and then no work and then work and then no work and then work.

I think this might be my favorite entry so far, due to the fact that I can picture a very tired me just mindlessly typing while Jake and Sam desperately want to sleep, and the resulting mishmash of letters is hilarious. For me at least. But yea, busy day here (and what day is it anyway? Let's call it Saturday, April 10th, 2010. That seems right). ACTs, lambs, and casinos. I was tempted to use a photo of the lambs when they weren't, you know, yellow, but the journalist side of me has to stay true to the events. Oh man. I miss this place.

Day 51

So this morning I woke up at 5:43 to take the ACT. I ate a breakfast of eggs and potatoes? Maybe? Eggs yes. Maddy, Jake, Gabby, Jay, Nell and I left with Pat in the snow to go to Kimball Union Academy, a very nice-looking jock school. It was very easy, except the Science section, which was just too long and too full. I made two friends. On the way back we stopped for ice cream... i wanted moose tracks bug tgot minty moosetracks.the guyt ended up being one behind; he gave david moosetracks when he wanted vanilla, and so no. Their bvaby [sizes here--they had very large sizes, is what I'm saying] was 5” talll, and theor small two scoops. Kind Klone sure has king kones.

We got back and rafu and taylor were sitting in hammocks behind mmiles. I went to get mine, and stopped in thesheep barn to see the new lambs, when all of a sudden there was a new lamb being born. I got the rest of the suppplies, and watched its twin being born with tobold and half of miles. Adftrer that, jake, rafi, ryalor, nell and i rocked bin our hammocks. I did no work. We prepped for the casiuno night after getting cold, and then i went up to print the money adn get my jokes ready, as i was playing a casino comedian. Also, ikm typing weiht my eeyes closed.

I got help from nick vutting thr bills out after fancying them on green paper. Previous, i added faces from google and jyra;s phoroso, while bveing joined byh hallie and kate. We rocked to hendrix. Cutting the bills with nick took wahy too long. I got a shower in and chagned inot my polo, and enojyed casino night. I was on fire with put down and sex jokes. Played some poker, won a round while blindofleded, did some roulette, got tired of people screaming, played blackjack for fun, then the auction...

miles pooled our money and bought a picnic by a weaterfall. The rest was tobold, conard, and derbvy. Someone put me up for aworld of warcraft lesson. I put me up for an air guitar lesson. Those should be fun. I did some standup to a crowd of about 10-20 people; they liked it. On the walk back i recited some of the 7 dity workds before doing woodchips with patrick. Played guitar in miles. Watched two fmilay guys. Annoyed rommats with typing. Sleept.

Since today is a very short day, I feel this space is appropriate for an episode from my day. In these posts I've mentioned a girl named Arya quite a bit, and how she was a great friend in the fall but since then became, to mince no words, some kind of whiny bitch. I'd stopped thinking or caring about our friendship when today I saw her in the hall on my way to English.

"Oh hey," I greeted casually. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey Kernohan!" she spoke, casting glances at people filtering around us. She gave me a routine hug. I did my best to reciprocate while still holding my sandwich. Oh by the way, I had a PB&J sandwich in my hand that I was macking on during the entire conversation. "What's up?"

"Not much. Lots of work this weekend."

"Yea, it's kinda brutal. But three weeks and then it's done! Senior spring is great; I pretty much partied the whole time. Kernohan, you remember how much I partied?"

I did not. But as soon as I saw her I knew something like this would happen. I knew I would say something along these lines. Every time she's come up in my News Feed I think thoughts very similar to what I replied.

"Uh," I replied, holding my hand in front of my mouth and trying to enunciate through peanut butter, "I remember you just cried to me about your boyfriend a lot."

She seemed taken aback.

"Ouch, no need to bring that up." Her face was at the same time confused, shocked, hurt, perplexed, and disgusted.

I didn't care. I shrugged, made a 'whatever' face, and walked down the hall to class.

I got me some closure, bitches.

And I'm out.

Day 50 (written day 51)

Breakfast... toast and eggs. Spanish class was- you know, here's what I remember. That's what I'll do. No more class-by-class. Just food and rememberances. I cut down one tree and processed like 10 in wood crew, finding my glasses in the process. My hand was hurting. I believe I had the first conversation with Hallie in a while. She, Shizue. Chelsea, Jay, Jake, Steph, Rosii, Rebecca, and others were in the dining hall. I made tea in a metal cup, but poured it into a yellow cup to prevent heat. The activity was Tragedy of the Commons. I worked with Shizue and Sarah. It was alright. Not terribly intriguing. I sat next to Kate and Kyra. Dorm meeting was fun, lots of “Operation 'cepsilon-tepsilon-fepsilon'.” Lunch was leftovers, and dinner... damn.

This is a Thursday, the 7th day of April of the year 2010 to be precise. It is a disjointed day, with some habits soon to be abandoned, namely, internetting during class and not doing work. That might become unabandoned, though, one semester grades are in and school becomes "don't fail so you can graduate."

Day 49

oh boy today was totally a weeks like days. It was more just a lot of work. Breakfast was of the blueberry pancake variety, and during morning meeting Alden and I discussed news tickers in the dining hall. Spanish was fine; we did AP activities. In E. Sci. I looked at digg while taking notes on a boring lecture about pressure currents. In History we watched more of Good Night and Good Luck while discussing TV's role in the communist scare. I participated a fair amount. In English I read a passage aloud sarcastically, as Charlotte nominated me. I forgot my journal at home, though, so I didn't hand it in. We talked at length about whether we, as humans, should wonder and create. I said yes. I contradicted Pope by playing the “We totally discovered a planet card.” That was fun.

Dish crew was long. Phoebe didn't clear away my plates that quickly, so there was almost always a backup there. I was on sterilizer... I like scraper better. In outdoor program Yoyo and I put up two shelters. Other groups: Jake and Rafi, Anika and Shizue, Rachel and Sarah, and Aidan and Katja. During the free I did no work, I don't think. In Math I was very bored, very tired, and did not want to have any part in geometry. It is my least favorite math. But then, at around halfway through class, I got that certain type of crazy that I get. I don't even remember it happening, it just did.

Rachel, Anika, and Caitlin want World of Warcraft shirts for JLW (which, by now, is out: Mikey wrote on my Wall.), and if they pay, I'll get them. Dinner was lamb chops... mine was bony. Potatoes were good with ketchup. Carrots were good. Bread was without butter flavor despite being buttered. Salad tasted odd. Due to corn? Perhaps. After dinner I went to Miles, did Math, and pretty much worked until College Humor podcasts distracted me. Sarah and Rosii did Math with Sam S, Jimmy and me. Adrija and Danny would've come but they didn't. Very tired. ACT on Saturday. Oh boy. Finish the weekend. Do it again. Wood crew tomorrow should be a good release. Might be cold. I miss the news. Sleep is fun.

oranges will never taste the way they did in vershire

Wendesday, April 6th, 2010 is the first day of the new year here on the blog. That's about all I can think to say right now.

Day 48

I broke my fast with french toast today, sitting with Gwyne, David, and others. Jimmy, Aidan and I went with Kit to cut down stumps and move them. We moved about half a cord. At morning meeting, as I ended my time on the news with “I'm Ian Kernohan, signing out.”, there was an extended ovation, which made me feel good. I had such a good time doing that. Lunch after standing out in the heat wearing jeans and lifting logs, getting attacked by the sun, was bagels with baked sweet potatoes. The baked didn't really fit the 75 degree day. But the bagels did: I had one with cream cheese, a plain, and another with turkey, cheese, mayo, and a small amount of onions; this one was sesame seeds and onions. It was delicious. I remember sitting with Zoe J, Tina and other people talking about ticks.

During my free I sat outside with Hallie, Rachel, Charlotte, Sam S, Sarah, Kemi and others. I had changed into shorts and Ray-Bans by that point, but moved inside to get out of the sun. I played a small amount of piano with Yoyo, but then Taylor sort of hijacked that. In History we watched lol-worthy film clips of propaganda. Well, not lol-worthy, but amusing in that they actually acted like that. Eye-opening, you could say. We discussed McCarthyism, then watched a part of Good Night and Good Luck, when the guy totally shuts down McCarthy and the noob intern forgets to turn on the phones. It was like Johnny from Airplane!.

In English Jack talked about the natural hierarchy... I was uncomfortable. I asked logic questions, and he shushed me. Later we went to Garden Hill to debate whether we had a natural night to take the earth for our own. After that, we played some tagging games: blob tab, birdie on a perch, red rover, that type of thing. Freeze tag. I 'forgot' my meeting with Susie, which might've been a good thing... in my religious furor I might've made awkward situations. I talked about it with Taylor and Lex coming downhill, and that cleared some stuff up. During my free I... did some pages of Spanish and the English reading. And lots of internet. And running around shirtless in the rain [with Miles] to Conard and Underwood but getting cold 90% of the way and turning back. The rain wasn't that bad... a heavy drizzle. Driving.

Dinner was excellent- pasta, salad, vegetables, turkey parmesan, and bread. Ben and I discussed imaginary establishments: restaurants funded by banks located near apartment buildings and laundromats. At the table too was Dan, Charlotte, Aidan, maybe Zoe RA, and others. We also talked about a restaurant based on the Divine Comedy, with three levels: a purgatory bar, an inferno fatty food place, and a paradiso health food joint. That's a very simplified way of putting it. We made up the design for the whole place, potential menus... everything. We tried brainstorming a restaurant for the Oddysey, but that didn't work out.

After dinner I did more internet before heading back to Miles and doing no work. By the end of the night I did find three pages for my Spanish essay and write my journal about the restaurant and other things. What else... Becky had us take a judging-books-by-their-cover survery in the morning, answering questions about the personalities of girls based on their pictures. One was blatantly a guy though, even if they say she's a girl. I got a package of sandals, sunscreen, and pencils. I might go for a run tomorrow; I did wake up at 6:30 today with Jake and Sam S.