| | My mother, whom I haven't really spoken to much of late, approached me while I was in the midst of doing my homework and randomly told me that she doesn't think I should listen to Avenue Q due to the explicit lyrics. It was kind of funny; imagine, the horror after discovering that you've taken your teenage daughter to an X-Rated musical and then finding out a few months later that she is in possession of the soundtrack. She seemed really prepared to argue with me: the look on her face after realizing that all I had to respond with was an apathetic nod without lifting my eyes. Eh. I have to admit, some of the tracks are pretty disgusting--there are only a select few that I like, so I think I'll keep listening to those songs even though I told my mom I'd stop altogether.
I got into an argument with her a few weekends back, over laundry. Christ, I don't understand why I got so worked up over it--I could feel the pressure building up in my head and I had to take lengths to calm myself down lest I start crying ( ... over laundry), but I think it was because it's been a solid year since I last fought with her? Could be, or it might just be because both my parents have this talent of getting their kids to cry every time there's a serious discussion or feud.
Peer Resources ...
... Adee's been trying really hard to get Megan and I to feel comfortable in the 9/10 Research class. It's safe to say that I don't like the class, I don't like the other students (save for Megan, of course), and I don't want to be in the class. I wanted to use the 9/10 Peer Resources class as "compensation," credit-wise, for all the after school work I put into the program. Goddammit. If I stick to this class, I'm going to be tacking an independent research project (AKA, using Mr. Mar's 9/10 Health class students as guinea pigs for a study on stress levels and ways to relieve it) AND the planning of the Stress-Free Fair (I do NOT remember having a bounce house at Lowell last year; having it again is the plan for this year) on top of leading the Tuesday After School Mentors class, organizing Peer Resources sweatshirts for the four of us (Ruby, Jonathan, Megan and I) as well as the 26+ other coaches who don't do jack, and PRO-Catwalk. Oh, lord. I still have to email the sweatshirt dude. I told him I'd email him on Friday. Then I told myself I'd send the email out on Tuesday. That never happened.
Maybe, in a parallel, alternate crazy universe, I would love to be in the 9/10 Research class. By "alternative crazy universe," I mean a universe where the other students in that class actually cared about the program. They don't. They're just lying to Adee, putting on their happy smiles and feigning sincerity...
For God's sake, when Adee steps out of the room, they turn time on the clock forward. They rip open the ceiling and hide things in there. They toss balls around, knocking over the orchids...and...one of them licks things. I feel like I should be more cautious about what I touch in that room from now on.
The only problem is, I can't say to Adee, "I don't want to be in the 9/10 Research class because the other students are obviously there for show" ...
I can't stand fakes. They all unravel as soon as authority is out of sight and earshot...
There's a part of me that senses that Adee knows this fact as well. The other day, she noted how Megan and I get most of the work done...
I don't know anything else to do except for wait until the six-week's lee-way time Adee's granted us is passed and I can finally get away from those upperclassmen.
In light of this, March's PRO-Catwalk project will be fairly easy; we don't have to make anything up from scratch because we'll be helping Nurse Rainey with the Food and Fitness Fair. Perhaps, this month, I'll be spared of the anxiety and pessimism that always creeps up on me in the coming days before the event...because this time, it isn't something that's being attempted for the first time in Lowell history.
Though, it'll feel weird not rushing to get a bunch of posters done. I may struggle to draw and color all those awkward-looking butcher-paper posters that the students see on the catwalk, but there's a strong feeling of satisfaction that comes with seeing people view them--or enjoy them, even, as with the animal project back in December. (:
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