Slacking in school, as per usual
May. 14th, 2007 08:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Uhm. Yeah. Happy belated mothers day to
fishgreenlittle, who I haven't been talking to long enough to remember she's a mommy!
Anywho. Senioritis has hit me pretty badly, but most of my classes don't actually have any work to do anyways. We're reading a story in German class that is progressing at about a snails pace --mainly because a lot of the kids in my german class are morons.
I've got a whole bunch of shtuff to do. I'm thinking of starting up with a set of 43 folders, mostly because it's a cool idea. 43 folders is basically a set up for getting stuff done, you get 12 hanging folders (one for each month) and put 31 manilla folders (one for each day) in the first one. Then, as each day goes by, you put the manilla folder into the next months folder. Toss stuff that needs to get done on that day into that days folder, as well as other shtuff --if you have tickets to a play on the 21st, you dump them in that days folder ferinstance.
It's also slightly boggling to realize that my little orange indexcard book, which I love above all others (well, a lot of other notebooks at least) is essentially just an extrememly high class HPDA. I should post piccies.
Uhm. Yeah. If you're Tho, you probably went all bouncy-squee at those last two paragraphs. If you're anyone else, you probably just ignored it. That's about the right thing to do.
Otherstuff...Oh! I gave blood on Saturday, and unlike my last bloodgiving expiriment, where I fainted a lot at the end and took forever to recover, this one went by really fabulously. I pretty much just skipped the entire "gonna be fainting now oh hi floor" part and went straight into "Yay, the world is awesome WHEEE!" part. So that was pretty good.
And of course, I got green tape, because that is the awesomest colour. Yay me!
Mum's back from her cruising around the south pacific. I'm sure better accounts of that will show up in her journal shortly.
Only nine days left in school, and two of them don't even have any class. I'm somewhat psyched about this.
I am decidedly un-psyched about graduation though, mostly because of the stupid ass-requierments they have for walking across the stage as a girl.
I have to wear a skirt.
I can't wear sneakers.
I have to wear white or other light pastel colour.
I
Am
going
To
STAB
Something.
Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. This is especially a problem as I don't own a white skirt or dress (And REALLY don't intend to) and I don't own white shoes, nor do I ESPECIALLY intend not to wear white shoes that aren't sneakers.
(I also apparently have to wear hose, but I dismissed that without even thinking, since I will skip walking the stage entierly before I put on hose. Or shave my legs. If they don't like it, they can suck my big fat nonexistent dick. It costs a WHOLE lot more then a diploma to make me wear pantyhose.)
Soyeah. I'm thinking I'm going to be hitting up the local thrift store a bunch, nevermind that I'm broke out of my mind (I owe mom HOW much?), looking desperately for something I can wear. I may also see if the tears matched with "I'm broke!" works on our sponsers for getting me out of the shoe problem.
(And may I note that my mother does not own any of this shit either, and it's rediculous to try and find something that I'll just hand down to Aly since she's half a foot taller then me.)
Again, I'm pissed. If I didn't care about walking across stage, this wouldn't be a problem. But I really do. So I have to find this white nonsense.
And a very large part of me wants to wear the shitty white, then pull off my robe and roll in the grass the second I'm free. Mmmmm,green. Green is a nice colour.
Yeah, bell's gonna ring soon, so I better go. I'll rant more later.
~Sorcy
MOOP!
PS: If you desperately want a proper graduation announcement from me, and suspect you are not on my list, drop a comment to that extent.
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Anywho. Senioritis has hit me pretty badly, but most of my classes don't actually have any work to do anyways. We're reading a story in German class that is progressing at about a snails pace --mainly because a lot of the kids in my german class are morons.
I've got a whole bunch of shtuff to do. I'm thinking of starting up with a set of 43 folders, mostly because it's a cool idea. 43 folders is basically a set up for getting stuff done, you get 12 hanging folders (one for each month) and put 31 manilla folders (one for each day) in the first one. Then, as each day goes by, you put the manilla folder into the next months folder. Toss stuff that needs to get done on that day into that days folder, as well as other shtuff --if you have tickets to a play on the 21st, you dump them in that days folder ferinstance.
It's also slightly boggling to realize that my little orange indexcard book, which I love above all others (well, a lot of other notebooks at least) is essentially just an extrememly high class HPDA. I should post piccies.
Uhm. Yeah. If you're Tho, you probably went all bouncy-squee at those last two paragraphs. If you're anyone else, you probably just ignored it. That's about the right thing to do.
Otherstuff...Oh! I gave blood on Saturday, and unlike my last bloodgiving expiriment, where I fainted a lot at the end and took forever to recover, this one went by really fabulously. I pretty much just skipped the entire "gonna be fainting now oh hi floor" part and went straight into "Yay, the world is awesome WHEEE!" part. So that was pretty good.
And of course, I got green tape, because that is the awesomest colour. Yay me!
Mum's back from her cruising around the south pacific. I'm sure better accounts of that will show up in her journal shortly.
Only nine days left in school, and two of them don't even have any class. I'm somewhat psyched about this.
I am decidedly un-psyched about graduation though, mostly because of the stupid ass-requierments they have for walking across the stage as a girl.
I have to wear a skirt.
I can't wear sneakers.
I have to wear white or other light pastel colour.
I
Am
going
To
STAB
Something.
Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew. This is especially a problem as I don't own a white skirt or dress (And REALLY don't intend to) and I don't own white shoes, nor do I ESPECIALLY intend not to wear white shoes that aren't sneakers.
(I also apparently have to wear hose, but I dismissed that without even thinking, since I will skip walking the stage entierly before I put on hose. Or shave my legs. If they don't like it, they can suck my big fat nonexistent dick. It costs a WHOLE lot more then a diploma to make me wear pantyhose.)
Soyeah. I'm thinking I'm going to be hitting up the local thrift store a bunch, nevermind that I'm broke out of my mind (I owe mom HOW much?), looking desperately for something I can wear. I may also see if the tears matched with "I'm broke!" works on our sponsers for getting me out of the shoe problem.
(And may I note that my mother does not own any of this shit either, and it's rediculous to try and find something that I'll just hand down to Aly since she's half a foot taller then me.)
Again, I'm pissed. If I didn't care about walking across stage, this wouldn't be a problem. But I really do. So I have to find this white nonsense.
And a very large part of me wants to wear the shitty white, then pull off my robe and roll in the grass the second I'm free. Mmmmm,green. Green is a nice colour.
Yeah, bell's gonna ring soon, so I better go. I'll rant more later.
~Sorcy
MOOP!
PS: If you desperately want a proper graduation announcement from me, and suspect you are not on my list, drop a comment to that extent.
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on 2007-05-14 01:23 pm (UTC)that being said, it is one of those rites of passage that parents and grandparents like to see and it is important to conform for their sakes. (that being said, we had white and maroon robes, and my friend took off hi maroon robe as they called his name, revealing a black graduation robe. The principal shook his hand, held out the diploma for the picture and then took the diploma back and my friend had to go get it the next day.)
I probably have clothes I can lend you (better if you do not roll in the grass after you are done tho), and if your senior male administrator (superintendant, principal, etc) is wearing pantyhose, then I think you should too. Apart from that....
I think you should ask about a light colored, professional pantsuit. Also accessbile from thriftstores. I think white jeans would interfere with what they are going for, in a solomon, professional atmosphere, but I would like to hear a public school system insist on skirts, if the student were to present a professional pantsuit. Even cellists wear pants.
If your robes are long enough, you could always show up already dressed... with shorts on underneath!!
:)
(note: you should have a skirt in the car in case someone howls)
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on 2007-05-14 07:16 pm (UTC)But they have to be white.
Which sucks a million donkey balls.
~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-14 07:15 pm (UTC)But MAN do they care about graduation. It sucks.
~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-14 07:16 pm (UTC)And I DEFINENTLY don't own any white shoes. Gahpseoigtheriuygbhn!!
~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-14 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-14 07:14 pm (UTC)I don't mind fishnets or tights. Hose was invented by the devil as just one more way to torture women.
~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 11:15 pm (UTC)Just pick a light tan color or white...
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on 2007-05-14 03:00 pm (UTC)How it's approached is up to you. Generally less paperwork and grief and OMFG drama if you just be a good little robot, grab the paper, and get out; however, there are few better times for guerilla self-expression, even if it does result in a backlash of imposed conformity by the tools of the Conspiracy to extend your term in hell. YMMV.
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on 2007-05-14 03:14 pm (UTC)I don't remember why I scrapped it.
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on 2007-05-14 07:13 pm (UTC)That is really
really
really
REALLY tempting.
Unfortunately, I don't think that there's any way I could manage to do it. :(
~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 07:13 pm (UTC)I just object to having to get all dolled up in WHITE. *gahhates*
~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 11:17 pm (UTC)The girls at NYU college do graduation in a park with a water-spraying fountain. The trend with them is to wear bikinis and jump in the fountain after graduating.
oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 03:01 pm (UTC)[smirk]
Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 04:45 pm (UTC)Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-15 12:50 pm (UTC)just not tie-dyed... i had guessed a few folks would leap to that thought.
think instead of a pastel rainbow. starting with fabric hair ties or a scarf.
and ending with socks (or perhaps dyed canvas dock shoes?).
:-}
Z:^)
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on 2007-05-14 04:28 pm (UTC)http://punkwalrus.livejournal.com/595375.html#cutid1
It is down a little ways, but it'll let you see the lameness that was my highschool.
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on 2007-05-14 07:08 pm (UTC)And yeah. White blows, colourwise. It washes people out, it stains like there's no tomorrow, and it is so incredibly boring.
But then again, I want my wedding dress to be crimson, soooo...
~Sor
sir not appearing in this yearbook
on 2007-05-14 04:38 pm (UTC)[or maybe that's just my had-to-wear-a-tie-every-single-day-in-high-school side talking.]
the goal is the diploma. grin and bear it, get across the stage, get the paper, get through the ceremony intact, get on to boston. you're probably going to want to hang around and get some pictures taken with your friends afterwards, and you can't do that if you've been kicked off the premises. nor do you want to be the one who has to say "can we take a picture or two without everyone else holding up their diplomas? because i didn't actually get mine today."
remember, this is an official ceremony on private property. they're not stifling your right to free expression, because you don't actually have that right in these circumstances. they can say that everyone has to wear a kilt and fishnet stockings and carry a haddock if they want to. (which would actually make for a stunningly cool senior portrait, in my opinion). in the end, it's their party. you've earned a spot on the guest list, but it's a privilege, not a right, and they're completely justified in revoking it if you show contempt for the rules.
on the other hand: doesn't mean you have to like it.
but, seriously. ten years from now, twenty, thirty, it's so not going to matter. there may even come a day when you're glad to be in as many different family photo albums as you are -- specifically because they wanted a picture of their niece/godson/granddaughter with you in your nice outfit -- instead of balking at taking a picture of the troublemaker in the duct tape and construction paper who was trying to make some kind of "statement."
most importantly: at some point in your nascent young adulthood, you're eventually going to have to appear before a judge. or go on a job interview. or need a bank loan. or talk your way through a grant application. or in some other way be placed in an unfair situation where someone with power, someone old-fashioned, someone with traditional expectations and values, will be the one making a decision that will affect your future, and at least part of that decision will be based on how you present yourself. in that circumstance, so-called church clothes -- a conservative outfit, in white or other light pastel colors, comprised entirely of girl clothes (most likely including both a skirt and, yes, pantyhose) -- will be worth more to you than you can possibly imagine. no, it's not fair. yes, it sucks. but it's the way the game will continue to be rigged for some time to come, and sometimes you have to ride the dragon instead of trying to slay it.
my $.02: see about getting a graduation gift parlayed into a gift card a few days before the ceremony rather than after. and make sure the dress is something you can twirl in. :)
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on 2007-05-14 07:05 pm (UTC)Second off, ninty percent of my annoyence isn't at the fact that I have to dress like a girl. I like skirts well enough, and, while dressing up is the only time that I feel my age (ie, awkward and seventeen as opposed to awkward and twenty-something), I don't mind doing it when I must.
But I hate white clothes. It's an outdoor reception at Merriweather --if it's rained recently, there's going to be mud everywhere. If it's been dry, there's going to be dust. My prim and pristine white clothes aren't going to stay that way for very long.
When I need to dress like an adult, I will, for any of those situations you listed and more. But I will dress like an adult in practical (ie, dark) colours, and more importantly, the colour will be my choice. Forcing us to wear white is awful --yes, they're the ones in charge, but it's just a really shitty colour for clothes.
Especially since the boys get to wear bright frigging purple. This is not the first time that I have wondered if Nathen made the right choice.
~Sor
Oh, and Postscript:
on 2007-05-14 07:11 pm (UTC)Soyeah.
I'm gonna walk, and I'm not going to get kicked out. I'm not totally stupid. But I really really really hate it. It's sexist, and it just plain sucks!
~Sor
and if you're really good, audrey hepburn will meet you in the afterlife and give you a haircut.
on 2007-05-14 10:48 pm (UTC)if you're willing to trade, for instance, two xbox games worth of prezzie for a day at de mall (or one game for a trip to the thrift shop) in the name of $GIRLY, and you make sure your parents are cognizant of the fact that you don't just want this to happen but are genuinely willing to give up something you'd much rather have, then the question, if it gets poised to them, by friend, relative, or fairy, of "what should i get katters for graduation?" has a quick answer ("take her shopping. soon. in fact, how's tonight?") ready to deploy. might seem like a hassle to ask of them, but remember: we're talking dna here.
then there's that whole "posting your shoe and dress size on teh intarwebs" thing, in case a fairy samaritan out there can loan you some garb for an afternoon. but that might be tempting fate, seeing how you know ABSOLUTELY NOBODY who does costuming, or goes to formal events, or has several closets worth of period garb covering several decades of fashion. much less several somebodies.
of course, you could also always offer services in trade, if you didn't want to leverage the graduation prezzie karma. but then, you'd need to know a costumer who'd be willing to trade an evening of babysitting for letting you raid her costume closet, and maybe a turn or two on her sewing machine. or something.
as a fallback position, i love the tie-dye idea. but i can also promise the next four years will provide at least one opportunity (if not several) to deploy a white skirt/dress, should you manage to achieve one. good luck with it.
Re: and if you're really good, audrey hepburn will meet you in the afterlife and give you a haircut.
on 2007-05-14 11:31 pm (UTC)Did you forget your <sarcasm></sarcasm> tags?
I found some over here in the corner... ;-)
Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 05:24 pm (UTC)Actually, depending on the school's strictness, they might...
Bright and/or dark colors WILL show under a white robe, and that does look bad. For my HS graduation (where I HAD to wear a white robe... grrrr) I just wore the shortest most inappropriate little barely-covering-my-butt "babydoll" dress that I owned. (Of course, I actually like wearing tights, stockings, pantyhose or whatever you call them so that didn't bother me at all.)
This was partially because I knew wearing it to school would have gotten me sent home to change into something "more appropriate" on any other day. It was also the only outfit I owned that was light enough to not show through the uber-cheap almost see-through robes the school forced us to shell out $40 for...
For college, I wore ripped jeans and my favorite purple shirt under my grad robes out of spite because they screwed me out of being able to give a speech. (Yes, I'm still bitter about that) I was wearing a black robe anyway, so they couldn't tell. I practically RAN across the stage. Couldn't get out of there fast enough... But one picture, you can see the jeans and sneakers under the robe...
I feel it is an accurate reflection of how I felt about my college by the time I graduated.
But enough about me.
In life, sometimes you'll have to suck it up and deal with dressing "like a girl". They want you to dress like a "respectable" adult, and it's their dog-and-pony show, so you have to. I agree with the suggestion of a light-colored "professional" pants-suit. Just get a pair of knee-high hose, and pretend they're REALLY thin socks. It's not a skirt, but also not disrespectful of the "adult" atmosphere they're trying to convey the way a white leather micro-miniskirt would be... ;-)
If all else fails, go get a swishy white dress you can dye another color later. (Cotton takes dye best.) And wear a pair of light-colored hose with white or tan fishnets over them. Fishnets make everything better. *nods*
It's just one day, and you can change into something "normal" as soon as the ceremony's over and you have the diploma in-hand.
Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 06:59 pm (UTC)That is far and away the best suggestion I've seen thus far. And unfortunately, I also belong to a school which forces the girls to wear hella-light, short, thin white graduation robes that cost a stupid amount of money. And, judgeing by the fact that my "little" sister is so much taller then me, we won't even be able to hand them down.
This doubly sucks because the boys get to wear *purple*. Bright. Frigging. Purple. Totally awesome colour.
And I'm stuck in translucent white. Further support for the theory that our principal's a perv. :p
~Sor
PostScript: I do totally like tights, I just can't stand hosery. I just think that, amoung other things, it looks bad. But, because when I clothes-shop I go for practical first, fun second, I don't own any white tights. Because white sucks for clothing.
Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 08:44 pm (UTC)i also strongly recommend doing the Carrie Thing. (i know i know, that was the prom & not graduation, but all the same people will be there!)(and i do realize the minor detail to that idea is suddenly finding oneself with telekinetic powers, but still!)
. o O (no tenny shoes.. what were those people thinking??
Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 07:09 pm (UTC)Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 07:11 pm (UTC)~Sor
Re: oh dear, what to wear?
on 2007-05-14 11:24 pm (UTC)The I would have gone around flashing people.
Man I wish I'd had this self-esteem when I was 17...
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on 2007-05-14 07:07 pm (UTC)I'm seriously considering not going though.
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on 2007-05-14 07:09 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 11:28 pm (UTC)She's a shaman who lives in the Florida Keys, and my former roommate's daughter.
It is the only color she wears.
She told me she uses a LOT of bleach. *nods*
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on 2007-05-14 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-14 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-14 09:52 pm (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-05-14 09:26 pm (UTC)My little Sor's getting all organised! :D
*ahem*
Yeah, 43 folders is a cool way to organise stuff. I haven't tried it yet (my filing cabinet just has a "to do" folder then storage stuff), but it seems cool.
I always find high school "graduation" in the US funny, because over here we basically skive off once we've done our exams (although there is a leaver's dinner and stuff). Since we have school uniforms anyway, we just wear them to prizegiving. Yeah, ours was kind of hard to hijack, although I believe one guy ended up shaking the presenter's hand for half a minute (basically, when they announced his name, he walked on stage as usual, and shook the guy's hand as soon as he got there, while they were still reading out awards, and when the guy tried to remove his hand he simply turned his grin and grip up a notch). Everyone up there's said good stuff, so I won't bother. Except yay for giving blood!
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on 2007-05-14 10:28 pm (UTC)That said, I was a transfer in my senior year, therefore I basically didn't have any friends that I wanted to share the experience with. I suspect that may have made much of a difference in my grand enjoyment of omission.
Do they not make you wear silly robes that pretty much cover up what's under them anyway? If so, does the aforementioned respectable skirt have to be longer than the robes just so they know you're not naked under there?
What shoe size are you? If you're by chance 7.5, maybe I might be able to lend you a choice of white shoes that can variously pass for girly and/or respectable.
I actually voluntarily wear hose when I wear pumps, because otherwise they stick to my foot most obnoxiously, and annoy me far more than the hose ever do. (On the other hand, no power in the verse is yet to convince me to shave my legs. Just no.)
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on 2007-05-14 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-15 03:31 am (UTC)You recline in one of the donor bed-chairs. The attendant checks both arms for the juiciest vein. Hmmm...that one on the right looks very juicy ("yes, that's my main donor vein, ma'am"). So, in goes the first needle and tube--in the other arm. Then goes the second needle and tube into my right arm. The blood flows from the right arm, into the Apheresis machine, back out and into the left arm. The best part is watching the blood make its trip from my right arm to the left arm. You lay there, totally still for about an hour and a half or more, watching a dvd of your choice (they provide the players and selection of dvds). I watch Pirates of the Caribbean every time I donate -- I use it to time how long I have been donating and guesstimate how much longer to go, plus I really like that movie. Then it's off to the best part--cookies and soda with nobody saying, "Oh, those aren't good for you; don't eat so many of them. Do you know how bad Coke is for you?" "Leave me alone, I just gave blood!" Time for heroic fanfare and a loud "Huzzah!"
Yay for giving blood.
I know our pal Mica has taken up giving every other month on the 9th (CD was born on March 9th) in Caitlin's memory. I do platelets in Caitlin's memory.
Perhaps we can visit the Vampires together dome time. Don't vorry leetle girl; Apheresis doesn't hurt and it doesn't leave you as woozy as donating whole blood -- it just takes longer.
Yay!
@>----- "Flex"
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on 2007-05-15 08:14 pm (UTC)My HS was all boys, so we had to go in tuxes, just like a wedding. It was not too bad as I don't mind dressing up occasionally, but I'm with you on the white; the only whites I have inevitably die quickly or devolve to 'only lounging around the house' clothes.
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on 2007-05-15 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2013-05-12 09:29 pm (UTC)Just so you know.
~Sor
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on 2013-05-12 09:33 pm (UTC)I call your flower, and raise you a note you gave me sometime in my senior year.