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.