Farewell, Captain.

Schoooooooool's. out. for. summa.
Schoooooooool's. out. for. eva.
Schoooooooool's. been blown. to pieces.
Noooo more pencils, nooooo more boo-ooks. nooo more teacher's dirty looks.

LOLJK. There's more books. Four, to be exact. God's Bits of Wood, The House of the Spirits, How to Read Literature Like A Professor and L'Étranger. There's also the good old math and chemistry textbooks that need to be studied for exams in September. And of course, there are more pencils - extended essay rough draft is due the first day back, as are the analyses for the books we have to read.

As for the teacher's dirty looks .. Well, the captain is retiring. Not that she's really big on the dirty looks. But she does have some highly entertaining facial expressions at times, which will be sorely missed. As will her stories of dancing on tables, stealing the attention at other people's weddings, being accused of trying to strangle students, sperm tadpoles, and dicks.

Mrs. Hanley, if you're reading this (which you better be!), I want you to know that we're all going to miss you like crazy. You are an amazing teacher and also an incredibly awesome person. Thank you for everything you've taught me this year, not to mention all the entertainment. The students in Korea are not going to know what hit them! Don't forget to blog - You know we'll all be following.

P.S. Now that you're retired, you should probably add me on Facebook. And follow me on Twitter. :)

Sleep Is For Losers.

So, it's 5:12AM on Saturday morning and I, for some reason, am still awake. I wish I could say I was cramming in some extra studying or something - maybe doing the math IA - but alas, no, I'm just kind of surfing the net and listening to non-mainstream music, which is completely unlike me.

This is going to be an extremely boring post, but I'm extremely bored, so there you go.

I'm hungry. I want pasta super bad. Like, frigging hook me up with some Olive Garden, pronto. I actually only ate at the Olive Garden once, and it was so delicious. Now I'm craving it. This kind of sucks.

The first period of today's double math class was a wonderful time. See, there were only seven of us there, because the rest of the class was at students' council executive retreat. So, it all began when Anna MacDermid brought Mr. Stewart a cupcake. Someone, I'm not sure who (it may have even been me) called out "Mr. Stewart, split it into eight pieces!" So he disappears into that crazy bathroom-apartment off his classroom, returns with a plate and a knife and proceeds to carefully divide this little cupcake into eight pieces. It was delicious.

After we munched, Mr. Stewart showed us a TED talk, and then we spent the rest of the period yelling out youtube videos for him to put on. Not Right Now Derrick, Llamas With Hats, Lolol, Bon Qui Qui .. It was a lovely half hour.

ANYWAY, the sun is rising and I can hear my mother upstairs. If she comes down here, she is going to murder me. So I think I shall retire for the morning. :)

Change the Time of Class

SO we're sitting here in chem, watching Wilky count a behemouth pile of chage - we're all ready over 40$, and not even a third of the way through. I'mma have a fun period of internet browsing :)

An Average Day for IB Seniors

Hello everyone,

Since at the moment this was posted, we only have eleven full days of school (and summer) until grade 12, so, do you think you'll be on the left or the right (see video)?

Stuart