Bust

Spirit day was a bust. It wasn't really very fun, everybody wanted to leave, 3/4 of the people who decided to show up did leave, and I really wanted to leave. The only good part was the Popsicle at the end.

The best part of my day was not the Popsicle though, but the nice surprise when I opened my container of almonds. Apparently the one chocolate cover almond that was amongst the regular almonds melted, leaving what was once a chocolaty covered nut, bare, and not so chocolaty. Yet, even though one almond lost it's chocolate, six others gained chocolate. After it melted, it then hardened, but six almonds were stuck in it, making it so I had a lot more deliciously chocolate coated almonds than I did before. Thank you chocolate covered almond for spreading the chocolaty goodness.

Currently there is a mass of people in black carrying instruments walking towards my house, it is a little frightening. KGB with instruments perhaps. Oh, and now they are entering my house, I'm not sure if I should be doing anything about this or not...I am still the head of house after all...hmm.... 

Check

I usually love long weekends. I get to go home, sleep a lot, eat a lot, watch more TV than I should and hang out with my family. Its pretty wicked.

This long weekend turned out differently. Originally I was supposed to come home early, but then I had to change my Bio exam. So I had to go home a day late. This weekend there was a kayaking festival in Pincher Creek, but I couldn't go because we had to go up to Whiteswan to turn the water on. So we did, but they couldn't turn the water on. No electricity and no running water...yay! Oh, did I mention that my older brother also came down from Vancouver this weekend? Yeah, so we had to share a bed because there are only two beds in out cabin. Neither of us slept. Oh, did I also mention that I got the flu? The flu worked to my advantage because we got to come home yesterday.

This weekend did not work out as planned. Plus, all my friends are off drunk in the bush somewhere because they graduate in two weeks, and that is what people do here before graduation. I never thought it was fun to go get drunk, in the cold, in a forest, in the middle of no where.

The one weekend that I come home, and  Check News films my team's training ride! What is this? May long weekend, not so fun.

Inspiration

Lately it has been difficult for me to find a topic or event to blog about, but I just found my inspiration in a package of look alike Hi-Chu candies. I went to get sushi at Fujiya with some friends after school today because we were all really hungry, (I haven't really been keen on eating lately, but that story might be told later). I bought some yam rolls, pocky and what I thought were mango Hi-Chu's. We walked briskly back from Fujiya, arranged the couches in the common room and ate sushi while watching Freedom Writers. (It is a very inspirational movie, yet it has nothing to do with my inspiration for this blog.) Basically, it was a pretty good after school time period, but then it all went down hill.

I was studying biology, listening to "Celebrity Status" by Marianis Trench on repeat. I don't know what it is about this song, but currently the rhythm and pace just fits me. I can't sit still, so I knock my knees together, and the song seems to be at the same tempo as my knee knocking, and the song rhythm fits my inconsistent heart rhythm. Anyway, back to the point, I was studying biology, and realized that I  had mango Hi-Chu's in my bag; I got up, went to my bag, fetched my nicely packaged candy, sat back down at my desk, and popped on into my mouth. They were not Hi-Chu's, they were not the chewy, artificially mango flavored candy that I longed for. Instead, they were hard, green, tasted vaguely of menthol and mango, but mostly they just tasted bad. I also offered one to my room-mate prior to ingesting one myself, needless to say, we both spat them into the garbage, and then tossed the rest of the package into the rubbish bin.

My inspiration for this blog is brought to you in part by deceitful, disgustingly flavored candy that ruined my night.

On a good note, I do need to mention that my cousin is incredible, and she earned herself a place at United World College. It is an outstanding accomplishment and honor; she is an amazing person, and someday I know that she will save the world. She is also my Inspiration.

90

I rode 90 km today. So I am tired, and tomorrow, I am going to be doing it again, but this time 45km of it will be on the Sooke road race course. In two weeks, there is a huge cycling festival, and one of the races is the Sooke road race, and Annie is not racing in the junior woman's category, which means I might just be able to win.

Lead Filled

I feel like my body has been packed full of lead. Its not that I am just tired, I am, but I also just feel like my limbs are heavy and awkward to move around. Writing is exhausting; moving that lead filled pencil across the page to make shapes and symbols to communicate my thoughts is awfully tiring. I feel like a pencil, but not just the little ones we use everyday, but one of those giant ones that you buy in dollar stores and at tacky gift shops. I feel like a giant pencil that takes two hands to scrawl two giant letters on a piece of paper.

On another note, tonight's boarding activity was a baking night in Brown Hall. We made cookies...or something that resembles cookies, but taste rather, well, almost like we filled them with lead instead of chocolate chips. Everything today seems to relate to lead...but the cookie part can be explained by some horrible error made by either Syd or myself. (Seeing as Syd isn't here, it is her fault, always blame the person who can't hear you.)

5 am wake up call

I haven't been sleeping much lately. This morning I got fed up with just lying around in bed, waiting for the clock to tell me it was an appropriate time to get up, so I went for a ride at 5:00. It was absolutely stunning outside at 5 in the morning. There was hardly any traffic, it wasn't too hot, too cold, or too windy, and the sun wasn't in my eyes. I could easily just ride in the middle of the road. It was a great start to my morning. Next time, as in tomorrow, I think I am going to try and eat a granola bar before I go though...I was pretty hungry by 6:30.

don't get

I really don't get this math homework. Although, I haven't been to class in a week. Looks like I will be spending my triple morning spare with Mrs. Abs!

"You were right, this is hard to do."

Instead of writing my AP biology exam this morning, I got needles stuck in me. I had another lumbar sympathetic block this morning. It hurt a lot, it wasn't really numb when they stuck the giant needles into my spine...I could feel it. The sedation drugs were kinda fun, they made me drool a bit though. I also got to see an old man's behind because he didn't have his gown closed...that didn't make me drool.

It took the IV nurse three tries to get the IV in, that just made me bleed, but I won two dollars, so it was kind of worth the pain. She told me that she could get it in with only one try. So I bet her a dollar for every try after the first one, like I said, I won two dollars and she agreed with my statement: "It is really hard to get an IV in my vein, they roll, and they are tiny."

I also didn't get into McMaster Health Sciences. I am glad. Guelph is where I belong I think, so I am glad the decision was made for me. I don't want to be part of a group of people who think they are better than everybody else because they have a 98 average, I'm honestly not that smart, and people who are that smart usually are just trying to be better the guy beside them. I just want to be doctor.

All in all, today was not such a bad day, after all, I did win two dollars.

Just tell me!

I applied to McMaster Health sciences, and according to the office of the registrar, they sent out all of their decisions on Friday. I didn't get mine.

Comic Relief

 I found myself watching Criminal Minds on CTV.ca after our final biology review last night, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. I was alone in my room, it was dark out side, and I was alone in my room watching Criminal Minds. I was scared; naturally I turned on every light in my room, (because scary things obviously can never happen when all the lights are on) and continued to watch it. After it was over, when it came to a 'happy' conclusion, I wasn't scared anymore, but I spent almost an entire hour looking behind my shoulder in case there was a serial killer be hind me, (it was always just my bed and posters staring back at me). I could of just stopped watching, but I really couldn't. Why is that? Why do we have this odd attraction to fear, watching people get murdered, and people catch murderers. If somebody has an answer to this question, please send it to me via messenger pigeon.

Apparently my blog is funny. Who knew?

"The grade 12 fell into a bush."

I went mountain biking yesterday with the middle school out at the "dump." (I'm not too sure why I just put the "dump" quotations because were literally out at the dump.) I'm not amazing at mountain biking, I'm a roadie, spandex and all, but I'm not horrible on a mountain bike. Yet, I was yesterday. I have clipless pedals on my mountain bike because I ride cross country and you can go a lot faster up hill.(As an aside: clipless pedals are not actually clipless...you have to clip into them, so your foot essentially become part of the pedal. I have no idea why they call them clipless, its a bit paradoxical.) I have not gone mountain biking with ten 12 year olds before, and I didn't think of the fact that they would be stopping and starting pretty much every 20 ft. Stopping and starting with clipless pedals basically is synonymous for crashing and getting stuck under your bike. I crashed more than all of the middle school kids, mostly in mud puddles, and once I fell into a bush.

Now you may be wondering if I am embarrassed?  I most certainly am.

"Do not discuss any of the written questions with anyone until 48 hours after the exam."

The first thing we did after our lit exam today was discuss the written questions with the doctor, our lit teacher. Don't report me to the Authority of Testing Integrity.

FYI, that lit exam was kind of stupid!

"You may not be able to answer all of the questions."

Why do they design exams in which only 1% of the world can actually answer all of the questions? I just don't get it.

The AB Calculus exam actually made me nauseous today, it was that hard. .

Stress

Just to solidify my point that I am about to make, it took me 5 tries to spell the word stress in the title. That is how stressed I am. Actually, I guess I kind of just made my point. I am stressed out!!!! Also, I haven't really slept properly in almost two full weeks because of pain, which most definitely adds to the stress levels. I also just found out that you can't bring food or water into an AP exam! How am I supposed to survive! The worst part is, I found that out after I made the best exam snack ever. Such is life.

APs and Fire Alarms

Seriously, what's with APs and fire alarms? Two years ago, the fire alarm went off in our building at 7:00 the morning of the AP lit exam. To continue this biyearly tradition, it went off last night at 3:40 in the morning. At least we didn't have school or an exam this morning, but still. Real fire alarms don't happen that often, but when they do they always seem to go off during AP season. Why?

May Day

Today is one of the best days of my SMUS career. Why? Well, we got our grad bears. Which sounds ridiculous, but I really like teddy bears, and when you are handed your grad bear, its like you are almost being handed the rest of your life. The grad bear marks the end of my journey at SMUS, and at the same time it a reminder that I am who I am because of SMUS.

Today is also May 1st, which means the month of APs is finally upon us. I diligently set out to study last night, and I went to the study/practice rooms in learning resources. After only half an hour, Glen the security guard came in and kicked me out. Apparently you are not aloud to study in learning resources because people might need to use the room to practice. It was Friday night, I was the only person in the building, all 5 practice rooms were empty down stairs. Nobody wanted to use that room to practice, and the library was closed, and I have the most distracting room on campus. Thankfully, Mr.Common was on duty and let me study in his  apartment.