Friday, December 10, 2004

What an anti-climax.
Indeed, the above is all I can say for the events that transpired last night.
I have sacrificed hours upon hours of time that could have been spent eating dinner, sleeping, finishing my homework, developing my High School application, and, most importantly, on the computer.

Much like last year, pretty much nobody clapped for the strings, which is understandable, as, though all our bows were in sync (to the extent of my knowledge) and we played a somewhat "intense" Fantasia, along with some crap and a song by the Beatles, we were not loud enough.
This was due primarily to the fact that no one is in strings. There are only about 25 of us, most of whom are unbearably quiet about it.
Additionally, our lead second's, who is also our only third for some songs, violin broke in the middle of the preformance. His D string and G string (those jokes aren't funny any more, btw) went way out, so we were left thirdless and with ultra-quiet second violin.

Compounding this was the fact that certain people wouldn't shut up during the preformance.

People were talking the whole time, which really pisses me off. What pisses me off more, however, is that the conductors of both band and strings started us up before the audience had shut the fuck up.
The conductor should have stood there, for as long as it took, until the whole room was silent. Then we should have played, while people were listening.

They would have taken the hint the first time and kept fucking silent for the rest of the evening. If they hadn't, we should have had the VP bitch at them or something. Especially those kids sitting behind me.

They're actually classmates of mine who happen to think they were involved in and "behind" the alleged "Holiday Harmonies" (every one agrees the posters manage to make it read "Holiday Hormones") event, because they made some shitty paper snowflakes.
Those snowflakes looked like they'd been slapped together at the last minute by a developmentally challenged, left-handed four year old using regular scissors. And my homeroom teacher went crazy over them.

"Oh look at this--it's so pretty. Why aren't the rest of you involved?"

Yeah, the rest of us are fucking involved enough in the crap the school throws together to actually be on stage. Preforming. (Actually, this isn't true: we get to sit in formation on the floor, as the band gets everything, from repair money, to music, to the stage.)
Because of that shitty performance, I haven't had a spare minute all week. Last night, I barely had time to eat, and I haven't left school until at least five on any given day this week.
And if I have, it's because I was heading back later, after doing everything else I had, but didn't want to, do.

And then I have to listen to my homeroom teacher bitch and moan about how I don't do enough.

She's just bitter because she's one of those teachers who always insists you go to dances and other meaningless crap like that and only twenty people out of the entire school have bought tickets to next Thursday.
Apparently, they are going to have to cancel the dance and all that hard work on the part of the "Prefect Club" (yes, they call it that) will go to waste. Good. They need a downer.

I'm tired of them walking into my homeroom class, in which they haven't any business, wearing their tight jeans and shitty Old Navy t-shirts and saying, "You have to come to the dance it's the holidays you have to be happy you have no holiday spirit."
I have holiday spirit. You should be able to tell that from the contents of my layout. I don't consider standing in a cafeteria that has been emptied of its tables, but not its garbage, full of hundreds of sweaty, whiney kids who think they can dance or that they have taste in music being in the "Holiday Spirit".

Tallying up your Christmas spending budget and calculating advanced methods of getting a PS2 out of your parents is holiday spirit.

Additionally, some bitchy lady came into math class today, asking for some of us to carry boxes for her. It was a way out of math class, so I volunteered.
I picked up a box that was rather lame in its lack of weight and she starts telling me to give it to Narayanan, since he's a boy and he can carry stuff.

I told her I could carry it, I could carry it with one hand, which I displayed, but she just got bitchier and started going on about how, "You're a girl. I'm a girl," as though this had any bearing on anything at hand.
The box was too heavy for Nar, so he had to put it down, resulting in my picking it up because my own box was stupidly light and she should have been able to carry them herself, instead of getting us to carry them for her.
Yeah, when we put them in her car, we should have dropped them on all her Christmas presents she'd just spent hundreds of dollars on, as she bragged to us.

That would have showed her how unappreciative people are of wanton and gratuitous bitchery.

On another note, my classmate gave his presentation on "Nineteen Eighty-Four" today, during which he revealed everything but the book's plot and purpose.
He did keep the audience amused, however, by quoting Ding Ding.

"'Nineteen Eighty-Four'? That's the most depressing and horny book, ever."

Class Reaction - : D

Teacher Reaction - ...

In my presentation, I get to say, "Explicit, wanton, and frequently unusual sexual euphemisms and situations."

Hooray for James Clavell. : )
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