Monday, December 4, 2006

My crazy day...
okay. First of all, we leave a little late for school. We're cruising down the freeway.. and what is up ahead but a swimming pool. A huge one on the back of a flatbed. So huge that it took up both lanes. And you know how fast it was going? Thirty-five miles an hour. So here we are.. crawling to school.. somehow, and I have no idea in the world how.. we weren't late. Don't ask me how that happened.
Okay. I get into biology, first period. The chapter is the one on genetic engineering. We spend mostly all the class period in discussion. Such as, sure, making stronger, more durable plants that can withstand diseases and weather is good. Curing diseases is great. But where do you draw the line between curing diseases and making a designer baby, one that won't have certain diseases, one that is better, more healthy than the rest of us. Or even just curing that disease. But then, where do you draw the line? if you create somehting new, a new, better being.. but though being new and better, it is succeptable to tons of diseases and problems that are different from the rest of us. Ones that may start new problems. Just like how AIDS came aboubt.. just cuz some idiotic moronic guy did it with a monkey over in Africa. The same, what plague, diseases, etc could we accidentlly get from these new, better humans? What could happen? Where do you draw the line between helping and hurting? So we're there expounding on that, my head spinning, my mind whirling. I love that feeling.. but the only problem was.. it didn't quit.
I get to Seminary. Section 76. The most important and greatest revalation given to us in these latter days practically. There we are. Discussing. Talking. We're all asking questions. We're there, talking about the eternities. Worlds inside worlds. Other worlds. If god is the god over us.. is he the savior or a being from his world? Obviously its all the same. all the way back. Never beginning, never ending. Expounding, expounding, expounding. My head is spinning spinning spinning.
I get to Math.. and what are we learning about in algebra II.. imaginary number system. I'm sitting there.. now the little "i" stands for what? the square root of negative one? and the little "i" squared equals what because of..???? OH MY GOSH!!! My head was spinning so badly... I usually love that feeling.. that my mind is spinning and I'm learning and thinking so broadly and oh my gosh tooo muuucchhh kkknnnooowwwllleeeddggeee!!! AHHHHHH!
Then. History. All of us are there with our final drafts ready. He says in his stupid 'I thought you were smarter than that way' - "I told you guys, just the rough draft was due today, the final isn't due until friday." I was so mad. HE TOLD US THEY WERE DUE TODAY AND I SPENT ALL LAST NIGHT WORKING ON THE DANG THING WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN PRACTICING! Then he says, well we're gonna just peer edit today. So we did. Everyone read my paper. NO one could find anything wrong with it. Mr. Wilson sees me putting it away, comes over and says,
"did you peer edit?"
"yes"
"There's no marks on it."
"Nope, sure isn't."
"Let me see it," he says.
I say sure, that I wanted to make it better anyhow. So he sits and basically makes a mark over every word written telling me a "better" way to write it. GRRRRRR.
Then, health. We're reading the 'STD' chapter. The bellwork on the board says, "Why might it be difficult to discuss STD's?"
Why do you think? That's an oxymoron ENTIRELY! That's not something you question! So yeah. Now we have either a flyer, brochure, or poster due tomorrow about preventing STD's. Oh my freaking gosh!
Then English. It was okay, pretty boring, as usual. Monica and I laughing and joking to get us through the boredom. Then I look down. I swear it came at the worse time ever. All over the front of me. I was so embarrassed. only Monica saw. The second class ended I ran to the bathroom. Monica understood and gave me a pad but it was a little late I felt like such an idiot. I tied my sweater across the front of my waist and hurried to orchestra, but I was already late. Orchestra finally gets over, and experiencing the worst cramps ever, I finally get home. At that point I break out bawling and I spend an hour talking to my mom. Thats the longest talk I've ever had with her. Oh my gosh.. what a day.
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