Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Blog Every Day August: 8/31

I spent twelve hours at school today. Six hours of this was work. Now I lie on ye old love seat, wrapped in a blanket and letting British comedy wash over me. I ate food and now my stomach hurts.

I'm surprised I am somehow still quite alive after twelve hours of school work school ahhness. You'll never guess who came into the library today after school and hung around for way more time than I would have appreciated. It was fun. I really am trying not to care, but I just get so angry and stuff. Breathing becomes difficult and an absolute necessity.

This evening it was one of the librarians and I in the library. The head librarian/my boss left soon after school ended, and the two others around then as well, but I was left work to do and the majority of it could be done while in a seated position... which makes all the difference. I have a desk area. And wire mesh file holders and STUFF. There is also a laptop I can use, though I haven't done so yet, and I have a cabinet drawer where I can leave my bag. Things have been crazy busy, and I don't yet know how to do everything, but it is all so exciting. Nerd tendencies = score. The librarian I was with tonight is nice and doesn't make me feel nervous. Friendly. All of the staff are nice, but that nervousness is what gets to me.

But I was there for six hours on top of my school day and it was long and things. My eyes started to burn. I am allowed to take a break and eat something on long nights, though, which ought to prove a help.

Blog Every Day August has been wonderful. The fact that it is ending saddens me. Even if I continue blogging, part of the fun is sharing the experience with others, and I will miss that. So. Keep blogging, friends! I will catch up on your lovely blogs on a day when I haven't been out of the hour twelve hours ahh. Soon!

In all classes we have to write a "social contract" together, compiling words involving several questions to form a list of adjectives we should strive to embody. I will leave you with my own personal contract, scrawled on a piece of ruled paper I was "decorating" as we discussed.

1. Don't kill people.
2. Always be a ninja.
3. Glitter is always the answer.
4. Look to the rainbows!

Assorted quotes from my day also include:

Math teacher: "That's like the second largest chocolate bar I ever saw."

"Don't die in math class. If you have to go die do it in science, that's a science thing."

Male peer: "I care about my hair. I love it, it's so soft. That's what happens when you shampoo your hair twice a day, yo."

English teacher: "Interjections are [explanation], like 'Wow!' or 'Oh, peanut butter!"

I could tell you stories, interland, but I am tired and my words are not fitting together as I would like them to. I will be back, but: thank you for taking this journey with me, friends. Thank you ever so.

5 comments:

  1. Twelve hours... oh my shit. I would probably have keeled over.

    I love the quotes muchly. =)

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  2. Great last BEDA POST!!!! I'll lookforward to the future!

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  3. OHHHH my goodness. 6 hours of work AFTER school? You are one motivated and determined lady! I definitely didn't have as much on my plate in high school as you probably do!

    Last day of BEDA . . . how bittersweet (I still have one more day since I started late on accident). No more daily pressure, but it's kind of fun and cathartic to write a blog. I'm glad you'll be continuing to write them - I'll keep reading and commenting. It's fun! :)

    So . . . goodbye until the next blog post! (I mean, other than seeing you every day on Twitter and stuff. And such.) <3

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  4. Yay, congrats on BEING A WINNER and FINISHING BEDA<3

    I have really enjoyed reading your blog, though I fell really behind on blog reading halfway through August, and am only just reading this now. xD

    I'm glad that you're going to continue blogging frequently. I intend to as well. :)

    re Dobbin: People like that make me feel really vindictive. If I was in your position, I would be really nice to him all the time to just confuse the heck out of him. I'd smile and be complimentary when I was forced to be around him, but if he tried to get closer I just wouldn't let him at all. Like...it's hard to explain. Like, if he came to the library after school, I'd do something like this:
    Me: Hi Dobbin, can I help you?
    Dobbin: Well, no, but I was wondering--
    Me: Okay, well, sorry that I can't help you! I'll see you in class tomorrow then! *big smile*

    OR

    Dobbin: Yeah, actually, I was wondering if we could talk for a minute...
    Me: *big smile* Sorry, I'm really busy with work! But I'll see you in class tomorrow!

    OR

    Dobbin: I was just bored and thought I would hang out in here.
    Me: Oh, well, the library's a fantastic place to hang out! There are lots of books to read. I recommend you look over there. Okay, bye now! *big smile*

    OR

    Dobbin: Um...I kind of wanted to know if we're cool?
    Me: *big smile* Um...I'm sorry, what?
    Dobbin: *squirm* I just, you know, want us to be friends, like normal people.
    Me: *big smile* Oh my gosh, don't worry about! I mean, come on, it's not like we can just PRETEND you weren't a jerk, because we both know you were. *Said in a matter-of-fact tone as if this is indeed something that is to be taken for granted and not up for discussion and he shouldn't be offended because it's just a fact.* But I'm used to dealing with jerks. It's nothing new. Don't worry about it!

    Basically, I would just act really happy-go-lucky and uncaring and be mean in a really polite way. xD

    But that's not advice or anything, I don't know if that would be a good idea for you to do at all, I'm just sharing what I would do.

    Sorry that this comment is so long!

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  5. Dear Katherine,

    I have so greatly enjoyed my foray into your delightfully fabulous month of blog posts. I know that I don't actually/physically know you, and I don't want to creep all over you, etc. But I am so glad that fate/the internet helped me find you. That sounds so creepy. (Sorry!)

    I think you're brilliant. You have such an admirable talent for articulation. I appreciate that you don't shy away from being honest with how you feel/navigating this crazy, confusing experience that is life/being a teenager. And I would like to give you a hug. But a) I realize that's getting creepy again and b) we'd have to settle for virtual hug-timez which c) everyone knows are not quite as satisfying.

    I'm glad I have all of September's posts to delve into. And even though there's only one October update, I'm sure more will start popping up like so many Whack-a-Moles at an old-timey arcade. *heavy-handed-hint*

    Much love and many (virtual, non-creepy) hugs,

    Lydia :)

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