There really isn’t all that much to write about today. That’s probably a good thing, considering the amount of Physics homework for which I have to find time sometime this weekend. Where that time is going to magically appear, I’m not too sure. All I know is that I have to build a prototype of a rubber ball launcher and also finish up a group project, send it via email to the rest of the group, and then do up my own report – all for Monday. Why teachers continue to assign homework for Mondays even when they know that people won’t hand it in is beyond me. The extent of their cruelty astounds me. They must get commission under the table according to how many students they fail or something.
Anyways, last night was interesting. About an hour or two before I had to work, Carla (one of my managers) called me up and asked me if I could stay until close. The reason was because Scott, the usher for the night, had to go help break down film. I’m not quite sure what “breaking down” film entails, since I’m not trained on projection, but needless to say, he couldn’t do both his closing usher duties and this film process at the same time. So I said sure, since I don’t usually have anything more important to do at about 11:00 PM anyways – besides sleep, of course. I was also already getting paid from 8:30-11:30, so what’s an extra half hour? So I got there, did my marquee stuff, including getting up on the ladder and changing the signs, and changing posters around, and then finished off what Scott had started. He actually had done most of it, which was really nice of him, since he really didn’t have to. It was mostly just finishing the cleaning of the popcorn machine, sweeping the floor behind concession, and cleaning the hot dog warmer. I hung around until the movies got out, closed up the theatre, and then was out like a flash. I was tired – tired enough to bite someone’s head off. I didn’t, though, since at that hour, there really aren’t too many people around anyways.
So that was last night. Today is a bunch of nothing which I won’t even bother describing for the most part. Chemistry was interesting, I suppose. In order to help us learn how to name compounds – on top of the couple hundred practice questions that she already gave us (you think I’m being sarcastic, but I’m not) – we spent today’s class up in the computer room. Our job was to look on the Internet for games and helpful tools to aid us in learning how to name compounds. She had printed off a sheet with a bunch of places to go, and basically it was a bunch of matching games – pairing up the name of the compound with the formula. It was a riot, I tell you. A riot. I was sitting beside Mike, and for most of the class, we competed to see who could get the best score on Chemistry hangman. I won, with something like 124 points to 142 points – the lowest score won, just for your information. Anyways, it was pretty much a waste of a class, but I didn’t really care too much. When I’m currently sitting on a 95% mark in the class, I could really care less whether we waste classes. I really wouldn’t mind if we never learned another thing in that class, and spent the entire rest of the semester learning how to name compounds. Since I already know how to do it, I could spend the rest of the year refining my mind reading technique. Right now I don’t really have one, so that would have to be the first step in the refining process, I suppose.
Anyways, to make a long story short, I really have nothing to say, so I’m rambling about nothing to put off doing my Physics homework. I suppose I really should do it, though, considering that it’s going to affect my group members’ marks as well as mine. Then again, North Park has a completely idiotic policy that teachers can’t take off late marks. Why? I really have no clue. When I heard about it, I lost all faith in the credibility of whoever made up that retarded policy. Like, a student could theoretically put off doing absolutely everything in a class, then hand in everything all at the end, make the teacher mark it all, and not even get one single mark off for handing it in late. When the teacher gives a due date for work, I can effectively ignore it completely and hand it whenever I feel like it. Sure, it may take some of the pressure off, but it’s certainly not preparing anyone for the real world. But anyways, I’m just going to stop rambling and go ahead and do my Physics homework. Sheesh. Homework on a Friday afternoon. What’s this world coming to?