"Open" Finals?

What seems like a great idea to begin with can turn out to be a not so great idea...open finals. In theory open finals are an excellent way to not waste time doing nothing in classes. However, these "open" finals are not open for everybody. I have two math finals this year--pre-cal and trig. That means I have to take the pre-cal with the seniors. That test is tomorrow morning (the only final I have tomorrow). I just found out that I'm not allowed to leave after it just because I'm not a senior. Doomed to another day of such an intense boredom it might kill me.

I'm One of the Good Kids, I promise

Two things can lower your ability to make good choices--consuming mass quantities of alcohol and hanging out with a group of friends. Last Friday my friends and I made a choice that seemed (and still seems) like a harmless one. We drove by a traffic cone laying in the road, so, we picked it up and put it in the car. Our parents found out. Two out of three sets of parents were angry. We ended up putting the traffic cone back. I'm told that the cone mysteriously disappeared the next day.

That's right, listen to the monkey!!!

Majority Rules

Shouldn't majority always win? With the whole idea of democracy the majority should always rule. This is not how it went down in Spanish class. A couple of students--maybe two--wanted to learn animal vocabulary so Mrs. Morgan gave us animal vocab. There was also homework on this "fun" unit. The quiz is tomorrow and the only words I know are cat, cow, monkey and dog. The final insult was I still don"t know how to say my favorite animal in Spanish--an ostrich.

The most infruiating and shortest question in the world:

WHY?

Twelve sounds like a good thing--twelve doughnuts, twelve presents, or twelve hours of sleep. Twelve couild also be a bad thing: anyone else sensing a repeating theme between my last three blogs? Twelve bruises, twelve broken ribs, or twelve math assignments are all bad things. The only thing completely pure is candy: candy is never wrong.

Regret sounds like a bad thing--regret the loss of youth--but it can also be a good thing. Regret that you didn't get hurt climbing down the tree (which could happen if one is a masochist). I used to regret getting bad grades in math, now I'm just resigned to it, a good grade is an anomaly.