Aaaand we soar back into school with two essays due at the end of the week. Harp de darp. But in good news, I think I just got a job as a co-host of an online Spanish news show. Which is cool. How're your lives? TMS exists today, though slightly repetitive. When I started writing this one, I was getting all the ideas onto the page, but then decided to go back and actually flesh it out. And there you have it.

Day 88

Luna moth, purple cast thing, good discussion with Susie and Taylor, called Dad and left a message, talked to Mom and Grace. Got chocolate milk shakes and Sunkist with Taylor; looked at movies. Breakfast: eggs and toast. Lunch: sloppy joes, pulled pork, bean salad, sugary cookies. Dinner: gumbo/curry thing. It was hot. Last classes today... oh man. Memorized most of Spanish in the free, then read a poem about an Oven Bird in English. Everyone liked my reading. Acting FTW. Jack gave back our final essays; 87. Solid ending. I liked that I went back to basics; that'd be a regret, that I overcomplicated the necessary themes.

Mark drove me down to the Pole Barn to give us all a demo of how haying works, and it was really cool to see all the machines. Oh, machines. How metal and mechanical you are. In E. Sci., Pat gave us a lecture about changing things and natural ethics... he ended telling us that we have the potential to do great things, or something of that nature. The last words of his speech: “I think you can do it. Have a nice life.” Zoe J's first reaction, dismayed almost, perhaps shocked: “Pat!” Phoebe, Matt, Sam P, Megan B and I discussed lunch trays and efficiency at home with Pat before heading to lunch. After lunch Susie drove Taylor and I to the doctor, where we limped up and waited, reading The Week before being admitted.

They cut off Taylor's cast, noted that I could take showers with my bandage (or not), and then squeezed my foot. It really hurt, even though she said she didn't squeeze that hard. I got myself a purple cast. My pinky toe now is tingling and I fear it atrophying to nothing. I can walk now! Yay! Once we got back, I was a bit late to Math class, and Steph helped me decide which class to go to. We reviewed proof by induction and an interest/loan problem before ending Math for the year. I miss PK [Math teacher at Milton].

In Spanish Dan brought us a strawberry-apple (Maybe, I don't know exactly) cobbler with vanilla ice cream. We listened to a song and then watched some odd Spanish films: one where a woman was being stalked by a guy eating bread, who was about to rape her when her shirt turned red and she woke up from a dream; one where a man invited a woman to his house, they share a drink, then start kissing on his bed and at that point Dan changed it. The next one we watched was of a kid playing a videogame when he hears a noise from upstairs, so goes upstairs, then heads down to get his action figure. He checks his room and finds nothing, but when he checks his sister's room he finds two people having sex and Dan changed it again. I actually want to see what happens to the kid. The last one I remember was of a Dad showing his kid the countryside and saying “one day, all this will be yours,” when another father and son, farmers by the look, walk up. There's an intense stare-off before the wealthier family leaves, and the famer Dad says “look around, my son.” End. Weird.

On the ride to the hospital we listened to Won't Get Fooled Again and Under Pressure on the radio. At dinner, Nell, Kemi, Hallie, and Sam P were entertained by my shower tales, especially when Sam S showed them my hair. After dinner I internetted for a bit in the library, then headed down to do the History paper. I found Sam S watching Family Guy, so we watched that and the Hangover, and then I set up camp on the couch to write. I got a good page and a bit done before check-in, and have three pages done at the end of this day. During check-in we cleaned and I had more chow mein... still awesome [I could taste it as soon as I read the words. Mmm]. Kit brought us chocolate-chip banana bread, which was very nice of him. I encouraged Rafi to work, then read before bed.

First off: Italy is really good at art. Like, incredibly good. Second: You should all watch Megamind if you get the chance. It is a great movie; I watched it on the plane.

Whew, now I'm back in Milton. I tell you, being abroad made me feel like a different person almost, writing these intros. But it's good to be home. Here's something interesting regarding today's entry: it doesn't exist, per se. Or, it does, but it's nothing. Want proof? This is all I have for Day 87.

Day 87

So yea, we got nothing today. Don't even know the date. BUT! Because I have made a commitment, I offer this instead: my plan for the GREATEST E. SCI CHAPTER EVER.

I never actually did this, but I thought of it on the plane and just had to let the world know. If anyone actually did this... I still claim credit. Hehe.

Step 1: Write up a description of whatever the topic is, tectonics, cosmology, rain, whatever. Use all the terminology learned freely.

Step 2: Write up descriptions for each confusing term, and each term in these descriptions.

Step 3: Formatting! On the original descriptions, cut out the terms. Where there was, say, "Doppler effect," now there is just a hole.

Step 4: Align the subsequent descriptions with their respective holes, cutting additional holes as needed.

Step 5: The completed product should be a packet maybe 10 pages in length. When reading the first part of the chapter, any time the reader didn't understand something, s/he could flip the page to read up on it, and then return. BOOM. INSTANT A++ FOREVER. Plaque on the Silo, Bronze statue on Garden Hill, Portrait painted in flowers across Siberia. Congratulations, you win E. Sci.

My trip is nearing a close! During my stay in Venice my family saw many museums and churches. We went on a gondola ride, and ate plenty of gelato and pasta. Today, on our way to the train station, an old Italian man hobbled his way toward us, yelled at us, and pointed his finger vigoursly at the correct maze to get to the train station. Only a minute later he caught up with us again around another corner and yelled us in the right direction...once again. I think it was obvious we were lost tourists. Too bad I didn't have a map and compass to do some orienteering!!!

Day 86 (written day 87)
This morning I woke up and finished my Spanish story, along with the math work. I watched the end of Kill Bill vol. 2 before heading up to brunch, where I was faced with the terrible prospect of not having any eggs with vegetables. There were cheesy eggs, so that was something. Brigitte told me not to do dish crew, so I rang the bell and asked; Yoyo answered.
After brunch I went to the library and did work, or internet. After a bit I went back down to Miles to start my History outline. I played guitar, practicing Get Back and a few new pieces. Indie and harder rock. Around 2:45, Isaac, Rafi, Taylor and I went to Conard to play songs; I got a ride up in a cart while Isaac pushed. We arrived uptown to see Hallie finishing her interview (on the way up we were joined by Adrija). We hobbled in, or at least I did, and had Taylor, Rafi and Isaac play first in Jack's house. Maddy, Adrija, Hallie, Yoyo, Megan B, Caitlin, Steph, Claire and I chilled in the common room working on History and singing Once In A Lifetime and Reelin' In the Years.
Our recording of Wagon Wheel did not go over so well; everyone was just off. Back in the common room, Hallie gave me a packet of peanut butter and Patrick and Jake joined us. Adrija recorded next, and Hallie and Maddy got pwned by copyright issues trying to record Hey Jude and Hallelujiah. My solo instrumental was the last piece, after Claire's harp. We dashed to dinner, getting a ride in Jack's pickup, passing people from Underwood and arriving a bit late for Alden's humble, which seemed to be talking about notes in the margins of used books.
Dinner was pizza, and I believe I sat with the Halsey-Leckerlings, as I have been doing for several days now. Or at least several meals. Or at least a few. After dinner, there were distractions from work in the library, such as Yoyo going crazy over a Newsweek article and Phoebe just being her crazy self. It ended with watching the first half of Mean Girls . In the dorm, I caught up on my journal and started outlining ideas for English. Read a little bit of Color of Magic before sleeping.

How come there are so many mishaps while I am exploring Italia?
Today I was throwing some coins into a wishing well when a pigeon flew in front of me and caused me a bit of a fright. I kinda jumped and tripped and fell right into the wishing well, getting absolutely soaked...of course.

Day 85 (written day 86)
I woke up late today, missing my chore appointment with Liana. Oops. Brigitte called my parents after breakfast and we went to the hospital. On the drive we listened to Chicken Jazz and the Vermont Public Radio fundraiser. I was wearing my wacky-colors-slipper-sock over the ACE bandage. Upon arriving, I crutched in on chafed armpits and read Newsweek. We moved in to a room, and I worked on my Spanish story. A doctor came in, and asked the story. I told him the truth, not the version I told to Jay and Hallie, where Sam S was hitting the leg of our bed with a sledgehammer to straighten in when the hammer slipped and hurt my ankle. Nor did I say the one where Nigel stomped me. Nor did I tell the one where Jake jumped out of bed onto my foot.
We then got some X-rays after a wait, and the doctor's immediate opinion was that it was fine. On the ride back I called home, and passed a farmer's market selling a plywood cutout moose. We got home just in time for delicious quesadillas. I had 4. Well, 4 halves. But 4 like they were served. In halves. I remember sitting with Tina. That's 1 out of 7 people...Hm.
The rest of the day was working on Spanish, icing my foot and watching Sin City with Sam S and Taylor, who called the bit when Dwight was sinking in the tar 'poetry!' He really loved it.
Dinner was ribs. Meh ribs. Nick, Aiden, Jimmy and I had some silly conversations about brooms and MagLev. Hallie, Maddy and Charlotte took way too much whipped cream for their apple-rhubard crisp, so Nick and I got minimal. Hallie and Freddy were nice enough to get me my dessert and main course, respectively. There was also mac and cheese, which was better than the ribs. And broccoli. And rolls. Alden joined the silliness at the table at the end, and then an hour passed in the library.
The activity was TMS theater—reenacting times from the semester. Maddy, Sarah, Matt, Zoe J, Phoebe, Steph and I were theorizing on Faculty Meetings. We impersonated them reacting to a zombie invasion. It went well. The other groups, doing themes like Wood Crew, Science Hike, and First Day, featured Nora, Pat, and Freddy doing excellent impressions of Rowan, Pat, and Rafi. Freddy was the best Rafi I've ever seen. Later, Taylor and I failed to convince Phoebe, Hallie, Rachel, Sarah, Adrija and others to watch Reservoir Dogs with us, so we watched it it the library while they played games in the dining hall. We were just tired. Yo-Yo and Rafi joined us for parts. Lex sat behind us. Alden gave us a ride down in his truck to get out of the rain. We talked about how he broke his ankle in a punt return senior year. A specialist called earlier saying that it might be a fracture, so we'll see the doctor tomorrow.

"This one time, at the Mountain School..."

I know this problem may sound trivial, but it has gotten to the point where I'm actually upset with my friends. My friends never take mountain school seriously and whenever i mention it, they ALWAYS make fun of me and say "this one time, at the mountain school..."

Yeah, it's not that big of a deal and they're just joking and I thought it was funny at first, but it just happened like multiple times in one day, and I didn't even bring up TMS! it just seems like they are trying to find things to make fun of me. I don't really know how to explain it but it's now pretty upsetting and I can't tell them anything about my experience there or how I feel without them rolling their eyes.

I just want them to understand but they refuse to even try. I probably didn't help with this because I do talk about it a lot but not so much anymore, which is why I am so annoyed with the fact that, all of a sudden, they are bugging me about it again.

I can't confront them about it without sounding like a sensitive bitch. I just don't want to talk to them anymore. I honestly thought I was pretty solid with my friends... and now I'm not so sure. I mean, I don't hate them of course, and yeah it's important to keep in mind that it's trivial- and i don't even know why I'm writing so much about this! but it just bugs me and you guys are the only ones who understand- or even possibly care...

Lots and lots to talk about. Not much time to say it all. A few interesting facts about my trip so far...we went to Pisa--did you know there are two other buildings by the leaning tower that are as, if not more, impressive? I also bought a nice leather wallet. I wish I could have come to TMS to see you all and sit in the dining hall and drink some tea. Sadly, I get to enjoy the wonderous wonders of Italia instead. PS. It's freyeday freyeday fried egg......

Day 84 (written day 86)
Friday?
Well... uh... I did work on my project in Spanish, and got a good reading done in History. In English Taylor and I both thought Tina in the story was an adult with problems when they first mentioned her, to Rachel's mirth. Jack read the part of my journal talking about Hazel. It drew stares.
The rest of the day... in wood crew we practiced a song and processed a lot of wood. The bugs were diminished today. It was a nice finish.
In other classes... things. Dunno. The activity was a step-into-the-circle-fun-time about going home and alcohol. It moved to the hay loft, with cookies. It was a nice enough discussion; at the end people started crying. I received applause (that word looks a lot like applesauce) for saying that the semester of spring 2010 won't end until we're all dead. Yea, fun things. I was leaning against Adrija for the entirety of the conversation.
Walking down with Yo-Yo went well, until I missed a step at the end and rolled my ankle in. I limped on it for a bit, then Adrija dragged me to Miles in a cart. David took a while getting ice, on Kit's orders. It hurt, but not in a burning way. There was a nice purple welt, bigger than my ankle. That was the fun for the day.
I couldn't sleep, so I read Equal Rites and the Color of Magic until the A.M. I did have a dream about trying to play Fireflies on RB drums, but the chart was all flams in rapid succession. There was no bass, orange was the square (it was a square, not rectangle) in the middle; blue was to its left.

OH BOY did we do a lot of work at TMS. Especially on this joyous of all days. Enjoy.

Day 83 (written day 86)
Farm day! Early breakfast, and then off to garden hill with Hallie, Becky, Kate, Kemi, Chelsea, Shizue, and Zoe RA for raking and planting. Kemi and I bonded over Magnetic Baby by Semi Precious Weapons. There were amazing donuts and lemonade for a snack. I talked with people.
Next task: waiting for Susie. We napped: Kate, Kemi, Shizue and I. When she showed up, I started shoveling compost with Shizue and Kemi, while I thought of lyrics for Drinking Problem's “There It Is Again.” I think they're good... for a joke band. About alcoholism. <_<
After that, Kate joined us in planting peas, and Susie instructed me to then de-dandelion the beds. I sang Trick of the Tail. Lunch was hamburgers, and oh boy were they good: onion rings and everything. We all ate outside. After that, I went back up to Garden Hill with Becky and Zoe RA to work in the orchard. They worked on shoving rags soaked in ammonia down woodchuck holes while I tosses ash at trees to fertilize them. Not too much—the wood ash I dragged up from the shop basement has lye in it. Jake and Jay joined me, and we sang the “pie iesu domine dona eis requiem” chant from Monty Python. Jay and I had shovel fights.
The last task was with Nora and Gabby: we rode out with Alden, Matt and Jack to a wood crew site and moved wood. It cumulated in a fantastic move of one pile, wherein I lapped Alden while singing Rock and Roll, pt. 2 and D.O.A. by someone and Foo Fighters, respectively. Dinner was again good. I don't remember what it was. There was work and chilling after. I was too tired to do any real work.

EMBARRASSING STORY!! Today we went to the Italian theater. Before the film started, they gave the usual safety precautions (in italian and in english!). This included a fire one. I wasn't listening properly, so all I heard the man say was "Fire, evacuate the building as quickly as possible!" (Of course missing the "In the unlikely event of a...") I automatically jumped out of my seat and shouted to my parents, "Fire! Fire! We have to get out!!!!" while jumping up and down completely out of control. I only realized that it was a safety precaution when my sister was pulling my down into my seat telling me to be quiet... oh the shame....

Day 82 (written day 86)

Woke up early for Remicaid, ate waffles with 4 Corners farm honey. There was not much on TV—just Celtics highlights from when they dominated the Cavs, 120-88. Remicaid on the whole went well. I took a nap. I got out early and waited at the blood center for Dad, after which we got more Boloco. Woo! I love that place. I could eat there every day.

Afterward, we drove about Boston looking for the bus stop. We found it after shenanigans. The bus up was fine; I listened to music and did work in the bus stop. I did more work at this Darmouth art building, then searched the internet for a TMS phone number. I finally found them in a .pdf handbook, and called Tobold when I thought I was calling Miles. Zoe RA and I had a nice conversation. Dan pulled up and we sped home, arriving in time for dinner. I think it was chicken... Sam S and Rosii called me over, and I ate with them and Steph. And also forgotten others. There was a tasty cake or something for dessert. Knockout after that and work. Oh, and I got an ovation upon walking in.

When in Rome! Wow! Italy is incredible! We saw lots of museums and interesting architecture and statues and all that fun stuff. And we saw the Colosseum yesterday! I enjoy Rome very much. There are so many interesting foreign people here I would just love to become acquainted with. Maybe I won't come home.... just kidding I would miss you all too much!

Day 81 (written day 86)

Way behind... short entries right now. Had my first few classes (sorry, no meals—the breakfasts were the usual rotation), doing work in frees, and meeting with Susie in between to plan the trip. For work, Jimmy, Brigitte and I peeled onions and plucked basil leaves, and the onions only really got to me at the end. Susie drove me first to pick up Cole and Hazel, then through beautiful valleys to the bus stop. I noted things on my iPod. On the way, Hazel sang Jingle Bells, but forgot the last half of the chorus. Susie and I discussed the Mountain School musical, which is kind of a joke now. Completely forgotten [yet not quite completely forgotten!!].

We ate at Boloco before the bus came, and while sitting there waiting I started Ender's Game. On the bus down I watched Reservoir Dogs with poor audio (bus headphones ftl), and was about to finish when the bus pulled in. A guy saw me and asked for money with a lie; I lied back. Mom and Dad picked me up, and we drove home to strawberry-rhubarb pie. I drove to see Arya and ran into Kasey and Ms. Gerrity. The former I had a nice conversation with, the latter I said hi to as she drove past. Well, she stopped. But yea. Arya wasn't there, so we just spoke on the phone. I returned home, watched Lost (ftw!), and skyped with Arya before staying up too late.

Hey y'all! Just watched The Notebook on the flight to Italy. My sister made me watch it with her. Didn't really want to see it, but now I'm feeling all sentimental. It brought tears to my eyes! Imagine that! I think I like it more than The Princess Bride. If I could find love like that one day I will be eternally happy. Have a nice spring break all! Enjoy Day 80.

Day 80

This morning Rafi was talking about how he went to sleep at 5:30AM. We breakfasted on cream of wheat, cinnamon toast, and hash browns. In History Matt, Sam S, Kemi and I hit Phoebe with rubber bands, and Kit entered to find us still laughing. I got kicked out, and in the ensuing study time did not find anything much more interesting. In the free I continued my English essay, but a power outage made that difficult. I occupied myself with playing Cat Planet forwards, and then backwards.

After Precalc, wherein we learned about sigma notation and I looked for a way to do sigma stuff on my new calculator that Freddy gave me that isn't mine but will have to do, the power came back on, and I finished my essay. Jack won't like it that much, and it bothers me that I haven't had a really good essay topic in a while.

Lunch was fried rice with vegetables, you might call it pad thai, and leftover pizza. I went to the final reflections planning meeting and was feeling the Remicaid blues. Jake, Rafi, Jimmy, Zoe RA, Matt, Hallie, and a few other people were there; Brigitte and Dan proctored. During Science Hike Pat explained the E. Sci. final exam (it won't be too hard; we get notecards for the site description and the other things we've already done), and then I went to the kitchen for some chocolate milk. Charlotte roped me in to cooking with her, which I did. I made the crusts for some brownie pies sunflower-esque. (BTW, earlier, maybe 2^nd period, Charlotte and I had a shoving fight, me pushing her out the door and such.)

David was in the kitchen too. I helped Pam and Charlotte make crusts for pies, and a cake for Claire's month-early birthday (it's actually in June, apparently). It was fun. After that, I wrote in my journal with Phoebe, ate some of Adrija's strawberry-rhubarb pie, and went to Spanish class, reading listverse.com instead of working on my project.

In E. Sci., Phoebe and I just sat in class listening to Cat Stevens (who is a man, apparently. Definitely a girl's name) and talking about torture and stuff. I was on digg. Dinner, which we barely arrived in time to, was beef stroganoff. Tina asked what it was (or someone did... maybe Steph), and I conconcted a story about Germans being inspired by spaghetti to create their own spaghetti after WWII, but instead it came out fat and is now called beef stroganoff. In my story, beef stroganoff was German for Cow Spaghetti. That was fun...

Steph told another story about a 5^th grade trip to a boat, and the horrible sleeping conditions there: the chain hammock above her was only a few inches from her face. Maddy was at the table, as was Dan and Megan K. After dinner I went back to the E. Sci. room and played music (Hendrix, Iron Maiden, Rush, the Who) with Isaac, Phoebe, David, and at the end, Jake, Aidan, and Katja. Sarah got us to play one game of knockout; people are getting quite good.

After knockout, Isaac and I talked about music; I did some math; I wrote in my journal, did shutdown, and had a nice conversation about conducting in the dorm. Laughs were had all around. Also, earlier, Hallie commented on this journal. She would like to read it. Oh, and how could I forget: science books were returned today. How grand. Some people had extensive "about the author" sections; I did not bother with such nonsense. Miles had a humble today: Taylor read a humourous log of the events of last night, much to the chagrin of Alden, who made an announcement about not staying up late and how he was proud. Before dinner, Rafi and Sam P gave a ramen demonstration. That was nice. Tomorrow I go home; I'll see everyone! And Arya!

The Van

So today i was inspired by ian's journal posts to look at my pictures that i havent looked at in far too long. For today (March 10) i expected to find some crazy picture of sugaring, sledding, ramen, or nigel. however, the most notable picture from today (one year ago) i did not take and i was not there when it was taken. i came across a picture of the flipped van. courtesy of jake's photography, here's a picture of it.

P.S.

Probably typo's in this. i didnt proof read (YAY SENIORITIS!!!)

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

Day 79

Got 9 hours of sleep ftw. Wrote in my dream journal, finished Spanish work and got an outline for English done before brunch. Brunch was great, but the eggs with veggies were not mixed enough. We did dish crew before 1. I procrastinated in the cold. Sam S and I watched the finale of Step Brothers. I did laundry. I did some E. Sci. work. I didn't do some E. Sci. work.

Pretty much yea... dinner was pizzas. Nora, Maddy, Lex, and David sat with me and stressed about chapters. Danny too. At least there were good brownies. I finished my chapter and had hard times printing it with Sarah, Hallie, and Rachel. Eventually we did it, and I got my book it. Phoebe approves of the title, which is too long for here and for now. Yea, then in the dorm I ate ramen, called home, and wrote two paragraphs of my English essay. Tomorrow should be a relief. Glad to sleep.

Day 78 (written day 79)

Breakfast? LOL. No meals for you. Actually, dinner was mini-burritos which were splendid. So there. Farm visits were great; Adrija, Jimmy, Kiana, Sarah, Rachel, Rebecca, Shizue, Megan K, Claire, and maybe one more person went to Bob Gray's farm. We saw cows and vegetables. Sarah fell in love with the Highland cows, which have very shaggy coats. There was a calf who, except for the hooves and head, looked exactly like a bear. It was raining lightly the whole time, so my shoes got wet. We had to keep lowering electric fences to get across the farm. Rosii was also there.

We pulled up some Rhubarb and tried it; it was very sour. We saw several greenhouses, and it was a great day. We went crazy in the shop, and everyone was buying things, and I got some honey. Jimmy and I debated buying a strawberry-rhubarb pie for Comfort, but we didn't. Adrija did. We played tic-tac-toe on the van window on the ride back, and then we stopped at the pharmacy for Jack, and then we went to a Hannaford's for the lolz. Jimmy bought Reese's, but didn't buy Apple Dapples, whose mascot is a green rhino. There were also boxes of Magic Stars, whose mascot is a wizard who we agreed is a pedophile. Tobold bought lots of snacks.

Yea, once we got back I did work... not much else. The dance was fun; beforehand I went to Underwood with Pheobe to get costumes, but I didn't choose any. I should've gotten a green vest/shirt combo. I ended up with a red shirt and jeans. Other than Beatles songs, the only song I really liked was Take On Me. Sam P, Isaac and I bonded. Hallie and I danced and the end, and overall I had a fun time with dance moves. Sam S and I played with off-beat clapping for several lulz. Jake, Hallie, and their dishcrew had a trippy dance bordering on terriffying [sshhh, this isn't a typo. terriffying is a combination of terriffic and terrifying], and the polka music Jimmy played with Aidan was the same. Earlier, Charlotte, Kate, Megan K, Phoebe, David and I had an advisory board conversation that went well. I told yarns. Charlotte was serious. Phoebe, Megan K and I argued about the Miles-Derby non-existant rivalry. That's about it. Jake, Rafi, and Sam P argued about Monsanto while Isaac, Sam S, David and I watched Harold and Kumar. It was great.

Sisters... they can make you so proud. One day they're applying to Mountain School, the next dancing like a pro in front of the whole school, and the next asking you to not return your copy of Fight Club to Netflix because they want to watch it... *sniff* Here's Friday, May 7th, 2010.

Day 77 (written day 79)

Well, breakfast might've been oatmeal that was soupier than I remember. We did our first research time in History. There was some presentations in Precalc about sequences. Easy stuff. Spanish was working on the thing. It was fine. Rachel and Rebecca and I in math did the homework in class. Freddy joined me on the internet in Spanish. In E. Sci. I guess I worked on my book... don't remember. Lunch was food. Not remembering right now I'm so sorry. On our way to wood crew I forgot the first line of the third verse of Reelin' in the Years, but found it on my iPod.

I walked with Adrija. We walked over a stone wall onto our path and a turkey flew out. That was fun. I don't really like this site [Tina's]—too much steep, not enough trees. There were also a lot of bugs that dove into my eyes. I cut down two trees, but we all ended up talking about fairs anyway. I did nothing during my free, and in English RAAH don't even know. Dinner the same.

There was knockout, in which I Cinderella'd my way to 3^rd place, and then Maude Tisch arrived. She, Hallie, Steph, Lex and I dashed about campus having a time. She seems nice enough. I learned Sofia hooked up with someone while here, which shocked me. The vegetable farmer panel was interesting; I asked a question and hung around after. Kit left earlier today, so nothing really happened [sick correlation!]. In dorm meeting I finally proctored, and we talked about flags.

Aww, you guys are too much. I knew this would come in useful some day. I had a busy day today. In between hearing poetry readings, watching a 4-hour hockey playoff game (that we won, 4-3, in TRIPLE OVERTIME!), and writing a lab report, I am wiped. Hoo boy. And then we do it again. We did it on Thursday, May 6th, 2010, and we'll do it for just a few more weeks until senior spring. Ahh, spring. Ahh, spring.

Day 76

Pancake breakfast! Jake had a sing-a-long of What A Wonderful World for his morning humble that went well. In Spanish we talked about the projects (spoiler alert: I just finished a rough sketch of the beginning. A guy who loves his slightly sheltered mother goes to the sanitarium in that one story and overcomes his grief and finds independence he didn't have before). In E. Sci. I reviewed for History a bit and got an outline for my synopsis; I'll ask Pat about woodlots, orchards, and sugarbushes tomorrow. The History quiz was fun; the first page was iffy, but after that I was confident.

In English, David, Lex, Taylor and I had trouble discussing Goodbye, Colombus, but we picked up at the end with questions. I got an A- on my E. Sci. chapter; Pat said in the comments that he was too busy laughing to care if a novice reader would get it. Kit returned my History corrections; I went from a D+ to a C+, so that's something. Lunch was coleslaw, baked beans, and a brown bread that Chelsea and the faculty loved, but I couldn't stand. Something about the toughness and disagreeable flavor. I had two servings of coleslaw, it was that good. Dish crew was fine; we ended early. Sam P and I brought up chickens from below for dinner.

In Outdoor Program, I was on the internet for a bit, then did the SAT II (710, better than last time. Many more left, many more left blank.), wherein I was annoyed with David's pen-chewing arrogance [Y U SO GOOD AT NUMBERS?!]. After that I typed some words for my E. Sci. synopsis and wondered as to the future of orchards, sugarbushes, and woodlots. I'm finding new uses for the Oxford comma, in terms of the feel. It has a time and place. After that free was Math class, wherein there was a mad scramble for signing up for a slot to teach the class one part of the curriculum: Rebecca Celli and I are doing Probability.

After that, she, Rachel and I attempted the Exeter homework packet, made more difficult by my lack of a calculator. Dinner was arrived late to by Kemi, Hallie, Matt, Nora, Anika and I due to our being in the library. I was listening to Comfortably Numb, so it was cool. We sat with Missy, Alden, Ella, and Sue Kruse (Alright, now I'm very partial to the Oxford Comma. It gives the list the sense of space it needs.), but missed Jake's second humble. Dinner was chicken, rice, and greens that I didn't try. I did have multiple slices of pull-apart bread, which is apparently loaded with butter.

Charlotte and I did our reading; I got some good voices and emotions going in scenes with a drunk Jew and a Neil-Brenda breakup. Overall it was a fun book. I look forward to a total discussion in class. There was a rainbow in the sky, at which we all gathered and exulted. I started a recitation of My Heart Leaps Up. Next was a little more internet, then some research for History. The book I chose might not have much on protests... the section I thought would've been good, and read tonight, was more on a chaotic convention floor... I don't even know what it was talking about. Check-in was fun; we did the usual laugh riots. Taylor and I played Goin' to California, Reelin' in the Years, and More Than A Feeling after: I pioneered the pencil-pick theory. People are stressing about the History AP; I just make jokes. Panic of 1837? First horror movie! It's a dance move! Van Buren saw a monster in his closet! Well, once more, let's escape into Discworld. I left Hallie a crazy note; I wonder as to her reaction.