They’re really let me think a lot: about life, morals, studying, goodbyes. On April 14th at around 8:00pm, Joshua Mooney passed away. It’s one of those things that I think I just fully accepted. If there is a God, then it’s what God wanted.There wasn’t anything elaborate on it, so I never posted. I don’t think I’ve erased the “Get Better Josh!!!” on my whiteboard yet.
I attended the funeral. There was a lot of crying and a kid fainted because of the overwhelming sadness. My mom came and hugged me fiercely after the priest’s speech, repeating in between sobs the Chinese words, “Those stupid, stupid kids! Thinking only about themselves, what did they think we would do if something happened? It did, so what then?”
After driving the somber ten minutes to the grave site, we (as in Bri, Kavo, Rose, and I) went to the buffet afterwards. That considerably brought up our spirits. The food was decent, and joking was done in the form of “telephone.” For a while, thoughts were fleeting and we forgot ourselves.
Okay, a couple of weeks later, a lot of tests popped up. My report card was pretty good, only that Cerqueira yelled at me because I complained that I only received a 95 instead of receiving at least a 96 (which was even without extra credit, otherwise it would’ve been a 97 or 98). That got me irritated, since that obviously meant that I couldn’t slack off at all this (fourth) marking period. Grrrr. Not really, haha.
At the end of April, I had my photo shoot. That was fun, but when I looked at my picture mid-May I had to LAUGH because they were absolutely horrifying. I chose some, though. Anyway, the Saturday after the shoot, I took the Biology SATIIs, which I thought I failed miserably. An hour later, I washed some cars for the car wash. That was hysterically fun, as it was some manual labor that I hadn’t done in a long time and my peers were incredibly nice (our classmates, people.) I left half an hour after that, because I was modeling prom dresses for Macy’s, where I was seen by Vicki Pillori. That was kind of amusing when she suddenly blurted that out during Biology. Heh.
Spring Track and Field was amazing, because I really bonded with the team the sprinters, even though I spent the whole first half of the season with throwers, which was a mistake on my part. Yeah. The 400 is the most fun running event, in my opinion. It’s better than 200 (Mr. Kohl says that I am probably the only one in the world who would say that) by quite a bit. High jump was successful. …Kind of. I think. Yeah. Kohl was going to put me on 400 hurdles for the last meet (Frosh/Soph), but then he took me off, saying that “I wasn’t ready yet.” Obviously, since I had just practiced jumping over the hurdles the day prior to the meet without any form. They are fun, though, and I really want to try them next year.
Track season ended with Mr. Kohl asking whether I was going to participate in Winter Track the following year. I replied, saying that I probably wouldn’t, since I manage for the Girls’ Varsity Basketball team. He cut me off short with a “Don’t manage next year.” I laughed and questioned why, and he answered, “I want to teach you hurdling and more high jump.”
That made me feel all giddy inside because prior to that he had complimented me in my “most natural form out of all the beginner high jumpers.” I went home and told my mom the good news, who commented, “He was just trying to make you feel better, moron.” That’s okay, compliments are compliments are compliments.
Our school just about fell apart this year. What, with the teachers’ union acting up in the beginning of the year, the football coaching, the tragedy near spring break, and THEN. THEN. Our Board of Education decides to transfer about 40 some teachers to different schools. The reason was something along the lines of the football thing and Joe Marsello. I don’t remember his name. So they get transferred, the students get angry, and we were going to attempt a walkout. That didn’t work, as there were only five students outside with about sixty police cars surrounding them. I heard there were riots second, third, and fifth period in the commons, with students chanting “walk out! walk out!”
Seventh period, there is a fire. We wallk outside. Jackie D’what’s-her-face gets a phonecall from one of her friends and informs me (and a couple of other people) that someone lit toilet paper on fire on purpose as their idea of a “walk out.” What fags. Kelsey Naffin (high jump sophomore buddy) and Keith Savarese (golf sophomore buddy) and I start talking about random subjects. I don’t remember. We go in, Chef stops us, because no one’s there, we go out, then we attempt to go in but then we get locked out. I arrive late to Italian, Ranieri demanding, “Why are you late?” with me saying, “we got locked out of the school” and Lenny Satskin laughing, “Lisa could probably get away with murder in this class.” From there on started the “smart Lisa jokes.” They continue to exist to this day.
It just so happens that the Monday (two days before) the fire incident, all the bathrooms except the one in the Commons get locked, because Swider insists that students smoking in the bathrooms be stopped, and the pass rule becomes strictly enforced with little yellow papers flying everywhere. This causes yet another chaotic riot, with students yelling right and left that closing all the bathrooms in the school won’t solve a thing.
But wait, it gets worse.
Two weeks from that incident, or last week, Cerqueira (who returned to school today and told us all the details to quash all rumors) crosses the hall to the girls’ bathroom as opposed to the faculty bathroom, because she says that one always has about fourteen people in the line and it’s too far away, and, returning, waves to Kathy Mai in the hallway who is about to go relieve herself as well.
Cerqueira sees an opening in the crowd, with a crowd of girls on one side and a crowd of boys right in front of her room (or our room). She zips through and gets punched in the stomach by a boy (potential junior?) who was about to strike another boy (also potential junior?). Boy (potential junior) #2 is also swinging at boy #1, but Cerqueira in her recoiling state at being punched in the stomach, swings her head and gets whacked in the head. We don’t see her for a week.
Two days after this, on Thursday, some smartiepants brings alcohol into the school by means of a Poland Spring Bottle. Warm Tequila, nonetheless. Anyway, during that SAB meeting in which we found out, we decided that random locker/water bottle checks were in order before banning all bottles, which is entirely stupid.
The day after, or Friday, Spencer Tirella, our class president, presides over our class meeting and says some stuff. The whole year is practically rumbling and causing an earthquake in the Satz Cafeteria, because there’s absolutely nothing that will be produced from such a thing, but what other course of action should we take? Whatever. Ten minutes after the speech, the whole school proceeds to locker cleanout which was a complete disaster, papers getting strewn everywhere. I was ready, yes I was, because I threw away all my trash before homeroom. Yay.
Second period comes and there is a firedrill. Woooooo. We return to the gym, and Mr. Reckage says that we should just watch the indoor softball game that is occuring because there really isn’t anything else we can do. Keith gets hit in the foot by Jackie Wu’s shot. A ball comes whizzing towards Horace and me, knocking off the wall. Nonchalantly, we don’t even raise our eyes to look at it and continue reading the Jungle. I hear comments about “Look at that they didn’t even move the asians!” I shrug.
Third period, Ms. Abrams is talking about shock collars and how they hurt like a rubberband being smacked on your thigh. Although I don’t know exactly how that applies to Biology (that was sarcasm; of course I know it’s animal behavior), I start drawing a picture of it and the fire alarm goes off yet AGAIN. Abrams is yelling. “We just HAD a fire drill! Everyone stay in your seats, it’s probably just another drill.” We ignore her and follow protocol, exiting the building.
We smell smoke. It smells like candlewax burning. It scares the crap out of us. (Later I find out courtesy of Sam that someone lit the toilet on fire.) We watch police cars and firecars/trucks/vans (some of them from Middletown, might I add) go by. We spend more than an hour outside, with Bri, Kavo, Horace, Choie, and I playing hand games such as “Bubblegum Bubblegum” and the other one with the “Down by the banks.” Don’t ask; we got really really bored. Telephone kind of failed.
We go in. Our fourth period Clayton proceeds to troop to Clayton’s class, and when we get there, Swider makes an announcement over the loudspeaker: “Please remain in your third period class and when the bell rings, go to fifth period.” We groan and return grudgingly to Biology. Whoop.
I tell this to one of the kids from Middletown South at tennis, and he merely comments with a “That’s great; it’s time you Holmdel got pushed off your high rocker” or something along those lines. I don’t remember, and that sentence doesn’t make sense anyway.
Yeah, so today I basically killed myself repeatedly. First period was review, second period was blurting out answers to Biology, third period was a series of “Yea! Nay” as Abrams handed back papers, fourth period was a Clayton test (moderate level, multiple choice), fifth period was listening to Cerqueira talk and taking note, sixth period was taking more notes and realizing how screwed I was for The Jungle test (because it had been a while since Gettis had given us a novel essay test which involved memorizing themes and whatnot), seventh period was freaking hammering out ninety-some questions in Culinary Arts on our FINAL, and last period was half-heartedly participating in the Italian review while wholeheartedly organizing my folder and reducing it by one inch of space (that’s a lot, so now it’s only half an inch thick) and taking out all the necessary information for the respective finals Italian, English, and World Civ. I should study the Geometry book, but at the same time, I don’t want to.
That was a run-on paragraph.
I only have eleven pages left in my sketchbook, so I think I can finish it before Wednesday so everyone can see it. If they want to. I ordered my yearbook with Rose’s so I’m getting mine EARLY. WOOOOOOO. Cheers.
This was a long post, but since I haven’t updated in a while, it’s alright. Yeah.
P.S. — OH YEAH, I nearly forgot, haha, silly me. Being the girly girl I am, I fell (not necessarily in love, but) for a senior last Sunday. An Asian, Short, Nerdy senior. (Asn?) He’s reaaaaally cute though. Too short. *hits head on wall* Besides, he’s a senior, HAHA. He has what, nine days left of school before he goes to what, RUTGERS? No, thank you. But he’s really cute. That’s all that matters, HAHA. (I heard he goes to LAN parties. Dear Gahd. xD) Not like cute in the *OHHMAHGADDHAWTT* way, but like YEE YOU’RE A KOALA!!! *pinches cheeks* way. I don’t know, I have weird tastes. Such a cutiepie. xD
Wow, that was way TMI (Too Much Information). Yay for the people who don’t read this! *cheers* Crap. *headdesk* I just ate a mint oreo. Hence.
P.P.S. — Oh right, I got a 720 on my BIO SATII. Pretty decent, doncha think? =)
