first day
03 Sep 2008
...was a repetition of the trepidation and panic of all the first-days-of-schools I have ever experienced to this day.
Is it possible that school has gotten more garish? English scared me because there were so many people in the class. The teacher seemed nice, though.
Biology was tense, too. The teacher was the kind who visibly wanted to inspire students to success. But the way she tried to do that showed a pompous vanity behind her delicate-looking body. When she spoke, her speeches abounded with cliches. That, coupled with her incompetency to command the attention of the class, made her a target for mockery of some students in the back. For the entire class I waited for her yell of frustration to pierce the chaos, but it never came. I sat through the entire class anxiously anticipating.
Communications technology... It was okay. I liked how the teacher promised us freedom when doing projects. It sounded like too much freedom though, and almost like he was too lazy to come up with guidelines. He let us out half an hour early.
At lunch, Sandra and Carmen and I decided to do something intrepid. We decided to say hi to everyone who walked by the corner. (Carmen tried to hide from our foolishness by shielding herself with her IPod.)
It was a pathetic failure. Some people merely ignored us, while others gave strange looks. There was this one guy who paused to ask, "Do I know you?"
"No, we're just saying hi," we replied, and an awkward silence followed. So we decided to confine our targets to just people walking by themselves, and at the end of the lunch period it was restricted to only the people we knew and liked.
On the way to class, we saw the do-I-know-you guy again.
"Explain to him," Sandra prompted.
"Hi," I began.
"Hi." (+ weird look)
"We were just..."
The remainder of my explanation was lost.
"Aww, you're so cute Mona!" exclaimed Sandra.
"That made it sound like you had a crush on him," laughed Carmen.
I hope I never see that guy again, or I'll get plastic surgery and dye my hair so no one will recognize me.
The last class, AP Advanced functions, was the one I looked forward to with the least fear. I thought I was so prepared... But no, of course there were some very smart people in that class who can learn faster than the speed of light.
Is it possible that school has gotten more garish? English scared me because there were so many people in the class. The teacher seemed nice, though.
Biology was tense, too. The teacher was the kind who visibly wanted to inspire students to success. But the way she tried to do that showed a pompous vanity behind her delicate-looking body. When she spoke, her speeches abounded with cliches. That, coupled with her incompetency to command the attention of the class, made her a target for mockery of some students in the back. For the entire class I waited for her yell of frustration to pierce the chaos, but it never came. I sat through the entire class anxiously anticipating.
Communications technology... It was okay. I liked how the teacher promised us freedom when doing projects. It sounded like too much freedom though, and almost like he was too lazy to come up with guidelines. He let us out half an hour early.
At lunch, Sandra and Carmen and I decided to do something intrepid. We decided to say hi to everyone who walked by the corner. (Carmen tried to hide from our foolishness by shielding herself with her IPod.)
It was a pathetic failure. Some people merely ignored us, while others gave strange looks. There was this one guy who paused to ask, "Do I know you?"
"No, we're just saying hi," we replied, and an awkward silence followed. So we decided to confine our targets to just people walking by themselves, and at the end of the lunch period it was restricted to only the people we knew and liked.
On the way to class, we saw the do-I-know-you guy again.
"Explain to him," Sandra prompted.
"Hi," I began.
"Hi." (+ weird look)
"We were just..."
The remainder of my explanation was lost.
"Aww, you're so cute Mona!" exclaimed Sandra.
"That made it sound like you had a crush on him," laughed Carmen.
I hope I never see that guy again, or I'll get plastic surgery and dye my hair so no one will recognize me.
The last class, AP Advanced functions, was the one I looked forward to with the least fear. I thought I was so prepared... But no, of course there were some very smart people in that class who can learn faster than the speed of light.
Posted by Mengyi
Right place, wrong time
13 Aug 2008
Eye ham sofa king wu toad did.
Most likely because I've been watching too much Olympics. I've gotten jet-lag without getting on a jet. I'm now living in Beijing time instead of Toronto time.
See, my wonderful FOC friends invited me to the day-after party of a sleepover party which was scheduled to start today. (Making the day-after tomorrow, the 13th). However, me being in an incoherent state due to the jet-free lag, I turned up 24 hours early. What's more, I missed a very important e-mail our hostess Julia sent:
bad news guys, you guys can't come afterall *cry*
Jk jk ^^ YOu guys can come, just not before 6:30 anymore, I need to work tomorrow... so yeah... after 6:30...
So what happened was, I arrived at Julia's house from the Varley art gallery at around 1 pm. (I walked...) Proud of my 1/15 of a marathon, yet also desperate to sit in a very soft sofa, I rang the doorbell, expecting happy shrieks. But no happy people rushed forward to answer it. Another ring. Ring. RING. RING! RING RING RING RING! No answer.
Okay, so they're either hiding or they are really not home. I ran to the side of the house to see if the house was indeed empty. It was.
Maybe they all went out shopping at Markville, or maybe they went to yumcha at the Chinese plaza...
Nearly half an hour passed, and I couldn't stand sitting still any longer. So I scrawled a note on the back of my Varley name tag, and left it, along with two bags of shrimp crackers, in Julia's mailbox.
I first went to check for my friends at the Chinese Plaza. No one, except my Chinese school friend Huan drinking congee with her mom.
I set out for Markville Mall. The temperature was only 23 degrees, but the rays of the noon Sun shining directly down on the back of my neck felt like white flames. My flip-flops were beginning to saw into the flesh between my toes. Lactic acid seemed to be burning every part of my leg muscles. A quarter of the way there, I just gave up and walked back to Julia's house, thinking of things to add to the note I left in the mailbox. Maybe something like, "Damn it, how can you let your friend die of dehydration while you go shopping?" Nevermind. Too melodramatic and over-exaggerated. Perhaps "!@#$@" will be sufficient.
After another half an hour of walking, I ran the doorbell one last time. This time Julia's parents answered it:
"Is Julia home?"
"No, she went to work at the flower shop because her boss called her back."
"Oh."
"But do you want to check e-mail, or watch some TV?..."
"No, thank you."
"Yeah, she won't be back until 6:30, and she sent an e-mail telling everybody."
"Oh... I didn't see that."
"So do you want to stay, or are you coming back at 6:30?"
"No, I'll go home now, and I can't come back at 6:30. Sorry." [reason: math class]
"You can leave a note."
"Oh, I all ready did." (Points to mail box)
"Oh. Okay."
"Bye."
So I got on my feet one last time and walked to the library. Yes, the library. I had a couple of hours to kill before math class. What better way to spend it than with my nose in a novel?
Halfway to the library, I experienced an epiphany. I realized--I'm 24 hours early. I'm supposed to be there tomorrow. Damn. Another damn. I already made plans to go York U with other friends for some orientation day, though...
Oh well. I'll skip the post-sleepover party. At least I gave the shrimp crackers. And when I get home I'll write an e-mail apologizing for and explaining everything...
FOC beat me to my plan though. They called at 6:47pm and persuaded me to "try" to come tomorrow. I just couldn't refuse the gang of sweet but coercive voices. The guilt from mistaking Natalle for Angela helped soften my resolve tremendously too.
I guess this was my 100001st and biggest mistake this summer. Long story made short, I'm apologizing to FOC for mixing everything up. You guys are the most wonderful friends. I regret that I scheduled something for tomorrow. I really didn't mean to. But I'll try to make it there.
Most likely because I've been watching too much Olympics. I've gotten jet-lag without getting on a jet. I'm now living in Beijing time instead of Toronto time.
See, my wonderful FOC friends invited me to the day-after party of a sleepover party which was scheduled to start today. (Making the day-after tomorrow, the 13th). However, me being in an incoherent state due to the jet-free lag, I turned up 24 hours early. What's more, I missed a very important e-mail our hostess Julia sent:
bad news guys, you guys can't come afterall *cry*
Jk jk ^^ YOu guys can come, just not before 6:30 anymore, I need to work tomorrow... so yeah... after 6:30...
So what happened was, I arrived at Julia's house from the Varley art gallery at around 1 pm. (I walked...) Proud of my 1/15 of a marathon, yet also desperate to sit in a very soft sofa, I rang the doorbell, expecting happy shrieks. But no happy people rushed forward to answer it. Another ring. Ring. RING. RING! RING RING RING RING! No answer.
Okay, so they're either hiding or they are really not home. I ran to the side of the house to see if the house was indeed empty. It was.
Maybe they all went out shopping at Markville, or maybe they went to yumcha at the Chinese plaza...
Nearly half an hour passed, and I couldn't stand sitting still any longer. So I scrawled a note on the back of my Varley name tag, and left it, along with two bags of shrimp crackers, in Julia's mailbox.
I first went to check for my friends at the Chinese Plaza. No one, except my Chinese school friend Huan drinking congee with her mom.
I set out for Markville Mall. The temperature was only 23 degrees, but the rays of the noon Sun shining directly down on the back of my neck felt like white flames. My flip-flops were beginning to saw into the flesh between my toes. Lactic acid seemed to be burning every part of my leg muscles. A quarter of the way there, I just gave up and walked back to Julia's house, thinking of things to add to the note I left in the mailbox. Maybe something like, "Damn it, how can you let your friend die of dehydration while you go shopping?" Nevermind. Too melodramatic and over-exaggerated. Perhaps "!@#$@" will be sufficient.
After another half an hour of walking, I ran the doorbell one last time. This time Julia's parents answered it:
"Is Julia home?"
"No, she went to work at the flower shop because her boss called her back."
"Oh."
"But do you want to check e-mail, or watch some TV?..."
"No, thank you."
"Yeah, she won't be back until 6:30, and she sent an e-mail telling everybody."
"Oh... I didn't see that."
"So do you want to stay, or are you coming back at 6:30?"
"No, I'll go home now, and I can't come back at 6:30. Sorry." [reason: math class]
"You can leave a note."
"Oh, I all ready did." (Points to mail box)
"Oh. Okay."
"Bye."
So I got on my feet one last time and walked to the library. Yes, the library. I had a couple of hours to kill before math class. What better way to spend it than with my nose in a novel?
Halfway to the library, I experienced an epiphany. I realized--I'm 24 hours early. I'm supposed to be there tomorrow. Damn. Another damn. I already made plans to go York U with other friends for some orientation day, though...
Oh well. I'll skip the post-sleepover party. At least I gave the shrimp crackers. And when I get home I'll write an e-mail apologizing for and explaining everything...
FOC beat me to my plan though. They called at 6:47pm and persuaded me to "try" to come tomorrow. I just couldn't refuse the gang of sweet but coercive voices. The guilt from mistaking Natalle for Angela helped soften my resolve tremendously too.
I guess this was my 100001st and biggest mistake this summer. Long story made short, I'm apologizing to FOC for mixing everything up. You guys are the most wonderful friends. I regret that I scheduled something for tomorrow. I really didn't mean to. But I'll try to make it there.
Posted by Mengyi
Incoherent thoughts
21 Jul 2008
1. NEED NEW LAYOUT. +inspiration for new layout.
2. Want to learn how to: skateboard, make my hair stay flat, play the piano (properly), behave in a more feminine way.
3. Intrigued at: the blatant advertising of religion on the Internet.
Some websites seem to be saying stuff like, "Choose Christianity and we'll give you an immortal soul, free!!" or "Jump in the bandwagon; Buddhism is the 4th largest religion in the world!!!"
4. Want to read: -Utopia, by H.G. Wells, cuz 1984 was pretty good
-A manga with a good theme, and that does more than just
use the plot to get its characters into strange, shallow and
repetitive (albeit funny) situations. Suggestions?
-something about happiness-specifically, the psychology/
philosophies behind the pursuit of it?
-something about introverted/extrovertedness.
5. Ran out of thoughts for the day.
2. Want to learn how to: skateboard, make my hair stay flat, play the piano (properly), behave in a more feminine way.
3. Intrigued at: the blatant advertising of religion on the Internet.
Some websites seem to be saying stuff like, "Choose Christianity and we'll give you an immortal soul, free!!" or "Jump in the bandwagon; Buddhism is the 4th largest religion in the world!!!"
4. Want to read: -Utopia, by H.G. Wells, cuz 1984 was pretty good
-A manga with a good theme, and that does more than just
use the plot to get its characters into strange, shallow and
repetitive (albeit funny) situations. Suggestions?
-something about happiness-specifically, the psychology/
philosophies behind the pursuit of it?
-something about introverted/extrovertedness.
5. Ran out of thoughts for the day.
Posted by Mengyi
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