For this whole week I'll have only gone to school on Monday.
For this whole week I'll have only gone to school on Monday. Due to "emergency repairs" in school after the one-day storm of yesterday, classes are off. Yay!
I've been binge-watching Netflix. I'll read. I'll buy more clothes to my virtual doll. I'll make this a great week.
I'll start with something from two weeks ago: my lexile range. Remember the Read-a-thon? Mr. Carlos gave us our "lexile range" so we could pick appropriate books. I didn't pay attention to it, though. What did call my attention was the fact that my score was the highest in my class. Did I mention that the results from the MAP test said I was "gifted" in the grammar section? I think I have.
Anyway, it was in my mind.
There is something about having someone look for you because they want to speak to you that makes me feel like I matter. I don't know. Enry from 11C did just that. He went to talk to me one morning before assembly. We were talking in front of my classmates and honestly, I felt important and...popular-ish. It was a simple conversation about the Knowledge Bowl team. No big deal. But still.
Speaking of 11C, Lloyd and I-don't-know-who-else planned Mrs. Hyde a surprise birthday party on Friday. I had wanted to go see the game after school then go to the party but I could only manage to do the latter since Mom HATES being our chauffer and Dad works now. Anyway, the party was pretty excellent. I remember thinking, "I do not regret not coming. I must get more invoved. Go out more. Even if it's just a school party." I got to see the school principal smothered in cake and then chase Jonathan (he did it) around. It was hilarious!
I sat with Noor and Monse and Daniela and Diego and Cody and I realized they have this kind of fun all the time.
Then Mrs. Ilze arrived with Fernando and a cousin of his. I had a nice conversation about his dancing skills and Uruguay. Too brief but I guess it could be my fault. I'm afraid to flirt. I'm not pretty enough to do it.
And anyway, I figured he charms every girl.
On Saturday, I recounted last night's tales to the vips. I was way more humored by them than they were. Do they think they're better than the rest of our grade? It's my theory.
Rosibel is my beneficiara's name. She did not come to the TES this Saturday. She's a liar. Mom lended her five hundred bucks so she could "visit her sick mother". She didn't. That day she told me her baby Marvin was terribly sick and had just gone to the hospital. When Dad came back with the medicine, she had gone to work somewhere. Oh, God, I pray that she does not leave me.
Don Luis quit, maybe because he felt too tired and old for learning or I don't know. Rosibel said he was mad although she never said why. It's just two more months 'til it's over.
And 5 'til graduation.
So for church youth group, hereby called GJ, I, well Yanely baked a cake in my house. We also prepared a topic in my house. I delivered fine, in my opinion, even though the video I brought was almost inaudible. I managed that fine too. Yanely ,though, was, in my opinion, not good. She was not prepared at all, clueless. Everybody wanted to talk at the same time. A mess. I, on the other hand, kept things under control. We'll see how this goes.
Thing is I'm a serious person. Funny when I want to be. Responsible.
On Sunday, Dad turned 53. 53! Wow.
We started the day as any Sunday. We ate lunch in Sushi Totemo with aunt Indira, Tyra and abuela Isabel. Then we drank and ate from the new place right beside the sushi, Plaza Cafe. Then Lenin appears, says hi, and Gloria and Ana show up. Then aunt Yessica shows up. We all have a nice conversation.
After we go buy a tres leches at Walmart then we go see some land in sale in a place called Monte Real del Bosque, near Benjamin's neighborhood. It was very steep but the view was worth it. You can see the ocean from up there. And I bet there are beautiful sunsets and sunrises. Perhaps Dad'll buy a piece of land, build a new home for the family, right when I'm ready to leave the nest.
Back home we sang Dad happy birthday and ate cake. I did the book report trifolio meanwhile everybody else looked at old photos.
Near the end of the visit, we started talking about college. Gloria will start her senior year I think tomorrow and aunt Yessica mentioned sending her to the US to study, coincidentially, with the Walton. Our conversation lead to Gloria and I studying someplace together, in Arkansas, UNITEC in Teguc. I keep imagining that scenario. I'd like to build a friendship with my peer cousin. She told me about how she arrived to her career choice, architecture, how she had an epiphany (she didn't use that word) and knew medicine just wanted for her.
At some point, Mom said she'd cry when I left. I was half-paying attention when she said that. I watched her, trying to magically rewind the conversation. After everyone left, though, I asked her. She confirmed it. We hugged.
Wow. Who would've thought. With all her scolding and claims of disappointment. Mom. Crying. For me.
She said, "For this one I'm gonna cry."
Wow.
During class, this thought crossed my mind: I'm gonna go all Carrie in this school. Now, Carrie killed lots of people during a school dance, in a horrible, nightmarish way. What does that say about me? Or my school?
My definition of good. Good is not sinning. Good is not doing anything illegal. Good is following rules.
I am not good, not all the time.
I lie. I hate following rules. I haven't broken the law yet.
But compared to my peers, I think I'm good.
They get drunk. They get high. They have sex. They cheat. They use obscene language. They drive without license. They party.
I do not do any of those things. I fantasize about doing stuff I'd never do in real life.
Does that make me a better person? Or a boring one?
Let me answer that right away. A better one.
I've been binge-watching Netflix. I'll read. I'll buy more clothes to my virtual doll. I'll make this a great week.
I'll start with something from two weeks ago: my lexile range. Remember the Read-a-thon? Mr. Carlos gave us our "lexile range" so we could pick appropriate books. I didn't pay attention to it, though. What did call my attention was the fact that my score was the highest in my class. Did I mention that the results from the MAP test said I was "gifted" in the grammar section? I think I have.
Anyway, it was in my mind.
And according to some charts online, I "exceed", I'm "advanced", I'm "above grade". Not by much however, it's something to be proud of, even if nobody is but myself. My parents are; they've always been proud of my reading prowess.
I was the moderator for a debate in Biology. I saw Fernando (of the vips) make a face when I started speaking, like who does she think she is. It was my job to keep people calm. And I did. Even if they were not agreeing. Anna made a face too.
The topic was blood transfusion. Nicolle was taught by her sect that blood transfusion is wrong and she was practically the only one speaking. Obviously, blood transfusions are good but she was saying some really ridiculous arguments. "If people are meant to die, then let them. I believe in resurrection and that I'll be able to hug my loved one just the same as before", she said. I saw people raise their eyebrows.
Speaking of 11C, Lloyd and I-don't-know-who-else planned Mrs. Hyde a surprise birthday party on Friday. I had wanted to go see the game after school then go to the party but I could only manage to do the latter since Mom HATES being our chauffer and Dad works now. Anyway, the party was pretty excellent. I remember thinking, "I do not regret not coming. I must get more invoved. Go out more. Even if it's just a school party." I got to see the school principal smothered in cake and then chase Jonathan (he did it) around. It was hilarious!
I sat with Noor and Monse and Daniela and Diego and Cody and I realized they have this kind of fun all the time.
Then Mrs. Ilze arrived with Fernando and a cousin of his. I had a nice conversation about his dancing skills and Uruguay. Too brief but I guess it could be my fault. I'm afraid to flirt. I'm not pretty enough to do it.
And anyway, I figured he charms every girl.
On Saturday, I recounted last night's tales to the vips. I was way more humored by them than they were. Do they think they're better than the rest of our grade? It's my theory.
Rosibel is my beneficiara's name. She did not come to the TES this Saturday. She's a liar. Mom lended her five hundred bucks so she could "visit her sick mother". She didn't. That day she told me her baby Marvin was terribly sick and had just gone to the hospital. When Dad came back with the medicine, she had gone to work somewhere. Oh, God, I pray that she does not leave me.
Don Luis quit, maybe because he felt too tired and old for learning or I don't know. Rosibel said he was mad although she never said why. It's just two more months 'til it's over.
And 5 'til graduation.
So for church youth group, hereby called GJ, I, well Yanely baked a cake in my house. We also prepared a topic in my house. I delivered fine, in my opinion, even though the video I brought was almost inaudible. I managed that fine too. Yanely ,though, was, in my opinion, not good. She was not prepared at all, clueless. Everybody wanted to talk at the same time. A mess. I, on the other hand, kept things under control. We'll see how this goes.
Thing is I'm a serious person. Funny when I want to be. Responsible.
On Sunday, Dad turned 53. 53! Wow.
We started the day as any Sunday. We ate lunch in Sushi Totemo with aunt Indira, Tyra and abuela Isabel. Then we drank and ate from the new place right beside the sushi, Plaza Cafe. Then Lenin appears, says hi, and Gloria and Ana show up. Then aunt Yessica shows up. We all have a nice conversation.
After we go buy a tres leches at Walmart then we go see some land in sale in a place called Monte Real del Bosque, near Benjamin's neighborhood. It was very steep but the view was worth it. You can see the ocean from up there. And I bet there are beautiful sunsets and sunrises. Perhaps Dad'll buy a piece of land, build a new home for the family, right when I'm ready to leave the nest.
Back home we sang Dad happy birthday and ate cake. I did the book report trifolio meanwhile everybody else looked at old photos.
Near the end of the visit, we started talking about college. Gloria will start her senior year I think tomorrow and aunt Yessica mentioned sending her to the US to study, coincidentially, with the Walton. Our conversation lead to Gloria and I studying someplace together, in Arkansas, UNITEC in Teguc. I keep imagining that scenario. I'd like to build a friendship with my peer cousin. She told me about how she arrived to her career choice, architecture, how she had an epiphany (she didn't use that word) and knew medicine just wanted for her.
At some point, Mom said she'd cry when I left. I was half-paying attention when she said that. I watched her, trying to magically rewind the conversation. After everyone left, though, I asked her. She confirmed it. We hugged.
Wow. Who would've thought. With all her scolding and claims of disappointment. Mom. Crying. For me.
She said, "For this one I'm gonna cry."
Wow.
During class, this thought crossed my mind: I'm gonna go all Carrie in this school. Now, Carrie killed lots of people during a school dance, in a horrible, nightmarish way. What does that say about me? Or my school?
My definition of good. Good is not sinning. Good is not doing anything illegal. Good is following rules.
I am not good, not all the time.
I lie. I hate following rules. I haven't broken the law yet.
But compared to my peers, I think I'm good.
They get drunk. They get high. They have sex. They cheat. They use obscene language. They drive without license. They party.
I do not do any of those things. I fantasize about doing stuff I'd never do in real life.
Does that make me a better person? Or a boring one?
Let me answer that right away. A better one.