I’m rewriting this post to the best of my ability. It probably won’t be exactly as I had it before, and will therefore suck by comparison.
Act One: Show Me Your Marx
This has absolutely nothing to with Marx or the Communist Manifesto. This is simply an update on my schooling situation.
First of all, my marks are in.
My religion mark is a 90%, which is actually pretty high compared to what I expected from the course. My history mark is 93%. My discrete math mark is 98%. It dropped from the prophecized 99.5% because of a group activity known as Performance Problems, where a kid in my group entrusted with a single question royally screwed up. I took note of my teacher’s comments on the assignment. They were “What are you doing?” “Why are you doing this?” “Must you torture the beautiful art of Math with your blundering!!” And finally, my english mark is 93%.
This brings my average to 93% on my report card, leaving me two percent behind my rival/nemesis known simply as Andrew. Now, it should be brought to the attention of the reader that Andrew has an average that encompasses all of his best classes (and English). If I had all of my best classes in one semester (swap out religion and plop in Calculus), then I would also be sitting pretty at a 95% average.
Sadly, this is not the case. And, he is most likely going to win the award for best average. This is tragic, because truthfully it is all I can come out of high school with. I haven’t made any serious friendships, and the flames of friendship that I entered high school with are slowly dwindling because of the fierce winds of change. No relationships to speak of. No famous sports legacy or dramatic imprint on the school. It’s just the award. And this stuttering buffoon is going to beat me…
It’s depressing.
Anyway, if they give out awards for individual subjects, I will probably win for Discrete. Otherwise, I can kiss any awards goodbye. Sadness…
So, my marks in total for this year are:
Writer’s Craft: 91%
Physics: 89%
Chemistry: 87%
Calculus: 94%
Religion: 90%
History: 93%
Discrete Math: 98%
English: 93%
I’m fairly happy. I think I might accomplish my personal goal of having more than fifty percent of my final marks be above 90%. It’s a victory, but a miniscule one in comparison to the awards lost.
Act Two: Back To The Future
Again, not about the movie. This is - surprisingly or no - about my own future.
Next year, I am returning to high school because of an indecision on my part in respect to my future. Where do I go? What do I do? I honestly have no idea whatsoever. A few plans have crossed my mind, but nothing truly concrete.
As far as I’m concerned, my options are as follows.
1) Get off my lazy ass, finish my book and get it published. If it all were to work out, then I could make a semi-decent living off of this. Plus, it would be doing something I enjoy. You can’t beat that. This is the platinum medal of all my choices. The first prize trophy. As unlikely as it is to happen, it is truly the ideal.
2) Write scripts for video game companies. While this may sound boring, I think it would be good fun. It isn’t completely out of the question, but it won’t be a cakewalk either. In order to fulfill this dream, it would be necessary (not completely, but I’d like it) to go to Vancouver Film School and take Writing for Film, Television and Interactive Media. Then, I’d have to get my foot in the door of some gaming company and wedge myself in the narrow opening.
3) The fallback, or silver lining in my master plan, would be to write for a video game magazine. I’d get to play games, and write reviews. Does it get any sweeter? Perhaps. But only with genetically modified additives. And although they may be the sweetest of the sweet, I wouldn’t mind lathering a cake with a bit of video game magazine icing. This job would also end with me on the West Coast, since this is where most gaming magazines have their respective head quarters.
4) The bronze medal - also known as crappy gold - would be to simply return to my small town and teach English or Math. In fact, if it were to come down to this, I would probably try to squeeze into my old high school. Why? It’s a nice place. Nice people. The most bizarre policies and assemblies I have ever seen, but still. It’s decent. The only downfall to this might be awkwardness. It’d be weird to walk through the hallways and referring to teacher’s by their first name. I could say “Hey Rich!” instead of “How’s it going Mr. Stehlik, sir?” or “Nice ass Julianne!” instead of “Nice ass Ms. Crowley…Ma’am.”
Interesting possibilities. I guess I’ll shoot for the platinum and hope the bullet won’t wear it down to bronze in a chemical reaction I’m quite sure can’t occur.
Act Three: Mirrors Aren’t More Fun Than Television
Nothing to do with Max Payne. This is the media section of my entry. And while assorted “Huzzah“‘s and “Whoopie“‘s might rise up from the low-brow crowd, this section isn’t entirely about television. There are two T.V. shows to discuss, one book, and one web comic…well, a comic anyway.
Lost. Season One is coming to a close. I doubt they will manage to wrap up anything. I’ve got high hopes…ridiculously high hopes. The only reason why I keep watching it is because I want to know how it ends. I watched a few episodes and was hooked. It’s an interesting ploy.
The entire series actually tells you nothing significant about what is going on. This is precisely the reason why you stay. So many bizarre and unexplainable things happen that you come back, week after week, to see if they’ll explain it. When they don’t, you shrug and say “I’ll catch them next time.” ABC must be making a killing off this show. Damn genius writers…
Also, Family Guy is coming back. The new episode leaked onto the Internet a week before it’s scheduled broadcast of May 1st, and I got myself a copy. You can too if you walk over to TvTorrent. (There was once a link there, but it seems that TvTorrent has gotten itself involved in some sort of lawsuit, so you’d better stay away). The episode is quite good. If you happen to talk to Binks, and he says it was all Passion of the Christ bashing, ignore him. They didn’t even get to the Passion of the Christ until partway through the episode, and it wasn’t bashing the movie. It was making fun of Mel Gibson and Jesus and the Church, in relation to Passion of the Christ, which is much better than I expected. The way Binks portrayed it had me believing they’d be sitting there going:
“And you know what else was dumb?”
“No, what?”
“Passion of the Christ!!!”
“That’s just freakin’ hilarious.”
But, it had a lot of funny references. Binkle needs to see more older movies and T.V. shows in order to understand some of the references though.
I was going to talk about Man in the Mirror and “Loonie Bin”, but I’ll bring that up when I have more initiative. I’m still pissed that this post was deleted.
Act Four: Way to be Discrete…
In Discrete Math the other day, I think I may have said something unintentional. We were discussing the day on which we would write our Deductive Reasoning test. Tuesday was suggested, but it was the “Walk Against Male Violence”. Wednesday was no good, because some people were going to see a one man version of “Macbeth”. Monday was suggested, and Travis said that he had a chemistry test that day.
In an attempt to be funny, I said “Well then, it’s settled. We’ve got to have the math test the same day as his chemistry test!” And everyone chuckled. But then I noticed Dianne was shaking her head and mouthing the word “No…” to no one in particular. In her defense, I said “Wait, nevermind. If it affects someone other than Travis, we should re-schedule.”
To this, Travis said, “Yeah. It would affect Dianne, and you like Dianne. So, you wont want to do anything that bugs her, would you?”
It is at this point that I - with immense gymnastic skill - lifted my foot from the floor and put it in my mouth. I repeated myself, and essentially confessed to liking Dianne. The class went silent for a little while. And then Mr. Denstedt asked “So, is Thursday okay?” and the tension was broken. But, there was a brief second there when I didn’t know what had happened.
In other news, I saw Nicole on Thursday. While working at a meningitis, I kept wondering if she would pop in and get her meningitis shot, since she had been unable to get it at school. Three hours passed, and she didn’t show up. When I was ready to begin packing up shop, she walked in. She was the last customer of the day. I walked up to her with a big grin on my face - too big for the situation perhaps - and said “Hey Nicole!”. We exchanged idle pleasantries, and she got her meningitis shot. Frankly, I don’t think she recognized me. She never actually identified me by name. It’s a little disheartening…well…it’s monumentally disheartening.
Jordan out.
P.S. This entry was intended to be much larger, grander, and written better, but this damn piece of crap…crappiness deleted it. Goddamn.