Monday, August 28, 2006

Hop off to school

Finally time to write! I've been very busy this past week, what with watching televisi- I mean, homework. Yes, I was doing homework. Lots of it... no, really, we've got a ridiculous amount of homework.
On Wednesday my friend Eréndira showed me this really cool thing as we walked around in recess:
"The first years have to let second and third years past them" she said. "Second years have to let third years past. And they all have to let us past."
She waited until an approaching first year was almost in front of us. "Look."
She stepped into the first year's path, neatly cutting her off. The first year dutifully took a step back and went round behind us.
Is that awesome or what?
I've tried it several times since, and it works every time (of course not on third years who are taller than me, but on everyone else it does).

On another note, one of the prefects is retiring. We were all quite shocked and slightly sad to hear that; she's like part of the school, you know? I, at least, will miss her a tad. Not as a person, but more like if a piece of the wall got chipped out, or somebody stole some of the railing from the second floor. I'm not saying that to be mean, it's just how I feel. She's going on Friday, and it seems the teachers are taking the opportunity to milk some more money out of us, "to pay for the goodbye ceremony" (I don't mean I think they're going to steal it, I just mean, there's going to be something left over; who's gonna keep it, me? I don't think so).

Monday, August 21, 2006

First day of school

YESSSS!!!! I GOT THE ONLY GOOD MATH TEACHER, AHAHAHA!!!!!!
Ahem. The other Math teachers are a sucky one, who I got in first year, and a very sucky one, who I got last year.
But this year.... YESSSS!!!!!!!


....ew, I just ate a vomit-flavoured Bertie Bott bean. It tastes like digested rice.

Monday, August 14, 2006

School is just around the corner. ...nuts.

Next Monday I will go back to school. I had been planning to break it gently to myself, first admitting vacations are coming to an end, then hunting around for old notebooks of my sisters' from when they were in what will soon be my year (see? step 1 in action, right there), buying and covering my agenda, and then gradually getting up earlier each morning, slowly working up to 5 am.
I had just begun the last step today (at seven this very morning), and then my careful planning was disrupted abruptly around I-don't-have-a-watch o'clock, when I recieved a phone call from the guy who has sat behind me in school for the past two years.
Our class has to give the opening ceremony.
I had completely fogotten that third year, group "A" always has to do it. It never really registered with me, I guess. Way to ruin my last precious days of freedom, eh? (I'm half Canadian, I'm entitled to use "eh". That's why I went to Mooseland (because I'm half Canadian, not to say "eh").)

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Scariest movie ever, so far

Today I will write to you about the movie that I, along with many others, consider the scariest film of all time. No, it's not some Frankenstein movie, or one about that ugly Chucky doll. It's Alice in Wonderland. You know, the one from 1951, by Disney?
I was terrified the first time I watched it, and I still am. I'm not sure I've ever seen the whole thing. So far as I can remember, I haven't. So my description is probably not very accurate, as it is built mostly on foggy, suppressed memories from when I was a wee child, and also a few bits and pieces a few seconds long that I accidentally watch now and then. I mean, how can I give a good description when all I remember about the movie was that it was very, very confusing and enigmatic? My account of the movie is as follows:
First, the beggining is all promising. Alice, a pretty girl with enviable hair that never seems to get tangled, is lying in a tree, with a cute little cat... and then she falls through a hole, and zooms past flying things, and she lands in these dark woods. Then a creepy cat half-appears out of nowhere, and in the scariest voice imaginable, says something I don't understand. It smiles, I scream. And then- this is one of the parts that I can't erase, and I'm shuddering as I write about it (I really am)- the cat laughs, and everything except its horrible, horrile smile dissappears, bit by bit.
Then Alice runs around, and sees the white rabbit. She tries to talk to it, but it sees right through her, it seems. And it's obsessively saying it's late, it's late, it's late...! She follows it as it hops through a gate. And then the bit which is most vividly terrifying begins. The tea.
There's a big banquet, and the bunny hops in. And there are two lunatic people there, who do scary things, and are really mean to the rabbit. They break its watch, and put butter in it, even though the bunny tries to stop them. For some reason I've never been able to understand, Alice seemed to like them, or at least she did as far as I can remember. They did confusing things that didn't make sense, and sang a scary song... then Alice left them, and when she got further away, you could hear their song, getting fainter and fainter.
After that, there was something about growing big inside a house, and breaking it, and a garden with flowers that sang, and then pushed Alice away. And also two scary things with ugly faces that made Alice sit on a log and listen to a song about baby oysters getting murdered; they tried to make her stay for another song, but she escaped. And the cat kept on appearing, and dissappearing in a very freaky fashion the whole time.
And something about some mushrooms that made you bigger or smaller...
Oh, and a doorknob with the same face as the Red Queen and the things that sang the oyster song.
I don't really remember much about the Red Queen, really, only her head, and that she yelled a lot.

I feel all confused and small and lost now, so I'll stop.

I need a hug real bad.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Pokey, pokey, oops!

Yesterday I went to the orthodontist to have my braces tightened (yeah, I have braces. Ick.) . I know some people are afraid of dentists, but I don't see why. They're just dentists, jeez. It's an irrational fear. They aren't going to stab you in the heart with a dental pick or anything like that.
I must admit, though, that all the instruments they use- or most of them, anyway- are quite pointy, even though they don't have to be. When I went to have my braces put in, the orthie started looking around inside my mouth with a thingy with pointy ends, which turned out to be somewhat painful when she accidentally poked me. She could have done that with a blunt sticky-thing, right? But nooooo, we must poke the patients! Rule #39 of the Dentists' Handbook, I'm sure.
It's not that I don't like my orthodontist; she's a nice person. It's just, you know, I'm not too excited about getting jabbed with the pointy end of a little metal stick.
Other than that, though, dentistry is all right, I suppose.
Well... I could do without the braces, but I guess if I'm going to get straight teeth out of it, it's worth a shot. And my teeth aren't pointing in all directions, all willy-nilly, they're fairly alright, so the braces will only be in for ten months, twelve tops. ... ... ... You can tell I'm forcing myself to be optimistic, can't you?
Oh, well. They're in now, so all I can do is wait.