Kyle pretty much covered it, but I'm going to get it out of myself anyways. But that doesn't matter because this post isn't going to start a the end of my school day, cause the beginning was fun as well.

Alright, I got to school at roughly 7:53, which is pretty crappy considering I left my house at 7:30, but I was hampered by David (2 mins), Jenn (2 mins), and a very very slow school bus and the usual stupid traffic. I got to school to find the room divided into the test taking guy's room and the back room, so I went out wandering to find Chang and figure out what I needed to know for the Jazz Band concert ("No T-shirts, no Jeans, no sneaks" were his actual words). Then I was told by Cathrine to go get my Calc test, and proceeded to pass Bolt in the hallway so I had to wait outside for a decent length of time. Did eventually get my test, an 83 (though I completely missed the stupid g(x)=fnint f(t),x,0,x (sorry for the calculator terms, but I have no decent way to make an intergral sign). In Orchestra Palmer basically yelled at us (though he didn't yell of course) for having AP classes (and therefore missing Orchestra) and told us that our lower Orchestra (Sinfonetta) could easy pull off the concert today (implying that we did not meet that level, which is true, but only because he gave us a new piece today! And not just any piece, a severely difficult Beethoven of which we had not nearly enough copies (I didn't even have the first page...though I did have 2 third pages).

Econ was...well, you can see how much I did in there by the fact that I posted, read every single Mac Hall I.O.T.M. and even checked most of my major comics. Apparently I'm now passing the class (I have a 70 now, with a 79 on the last test apparently). Lakly's class was planning for the dinner skit thing and my lunch period before the real meat of my day. AP French Lang.

The French Lang Test is the ultimate in evil. It has listening comprehension, listening passages, reading passages, insert the appropriate preposition/article/pronoun, conjugate the verb, an essay, and an oral section (one with a multi-image series, and one single image). We started the madness and found that Rollot's room had 18 tape recorders for 24 people (even basic math says that is not a good thing). Anyways, we started the test under Karpel's direction (yes she did leave, yes she was back, and yes she had a cane). We got through the 40 total listening questions and had gotten roughly 25 minutes into our 55 minutes of time on the reading comprehension when the Tornado Drill went off. So we had someone call the College Board (a counselor) to see if we would be allowed to continue after such a disturbance. Our class (despite the fact that Rollot's room has no windows) got moved to the other end of the E-hall to a room full of yappy Freshmen language arts students. We were told that so long as we finished the test before 5:30 we were okay (go figure how that makes things standardized). So, Karpel gave us 39 minutes to finish our last 30 minutes of the reading (Someone has poor math skills). The reading passages were on, in no particular order: The Importance of Hair as a sign of political and social standing (citing specifically Samson and French Wigs), some small town Picasso lived and painted in at some point (including how he painted his wife and some other woman to make the perfect "neoclassical woman," A passage talking about the chain of discoveries regarding atoms (from electrons to x-rays to Madame Curie), one about Chinese medicine and it's effectiveness (acupuncture, yin and yang), and one more concerning how driving while low on sleep is similar to driving while drunk. We then took our break and then did our Words, Verbs, and Essay (see Kyle's blog for the specifics on the essay). After finishing that we moved next door to Kolesky's room and did the oral. Except the tapes make a very loud and low noise when they are rewinding that aroused far more humor in some of our classmates than it should have. We're not certain how well any of it recorded, and we do have reasons to doubt it...but that's life. Poor Marianna and Whitney's didn't seem to work at all (though I think they did, just didn't get done quite as well, but whatever) so they had to do the 15 min oral section after the rest of us (who got out at fscking 5:45!) So Kyle and I proceed to call the seperate stores where we were supposed to have been working today and asked if they wanted us to actually come in. Neither Ron nor Joe said it would be worth it (with all the rain it had been a slow day at both stores) but Ron did inform me that my mother had called looking for me some 25 minutes ago and that the big tree out in front of the store had been shredded by a lightning bolt. I got off the phone and called my mother to tell her about the delay and that I wasn't working. She told me that the Jazz band concert (as well as everything else) had been cancelled, and that the school had called to inform her that I had skipped 6th period both yesterday and today. Whereupon I screamed "God Fucking Damnit" across the parking lot. Sometimes I wonder how the school manages to get anything done.

I took to the road with Kyle and headed to check out the tree (which wasn't quite split, but was in bad shape) and get some gas at the Kroger Station off of Douglass Road ($1.20). Then I took Kyle back to his house where we had a chat (45 minutes, about low/medium length as far as my chats go) about various subjects. Therefore I was slightly late to dinner, but that's not a major issue in the scope of the rest of the day. Well, that's my freaking day. At least French is over, totally. All I have to say.

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