| Number from 1-56 and write 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5 for every answer. Leave your scores as a comment, and I'll get back to you in a few days on what your intelligence is. Have fun! Note: I did not make up this test. 1 = Statement does not describe you at all 2 = Statement describes you very little 3 = Statement describes you somewhat 4 = Statement describes you pretty well 5 = Statement describes you exactly I pride myself on having a large vocabulary. 1 2 3 4 5 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Friday, December 3, 2010
The Eight Intelligences Quiz
The Eight Intelligences
Let's pretend someone called you "stupid."
They are probably basing this on your academics. Maybe you've got some C's, a few D's, and one or two F's. Academically, you may not be the sharpest blade of grass. But what if you're amazing at understanding different sounds, rhythms, and tones of music. Does that still mean you're not smart?
According to Dr. Howard Gardner, under these circumstances, you are smart. Not academically, but musically. Dr. Gardner proposed the Theory of Multiple Intelligences in 1983 to "analyze and better describe the concept of intelligence."
The theory states that a child who excels in academics may not be smarter than a child who excels in something else. For example, the kid who learns to multiply easily is not necessarily more intelligent than a kid who has stronger skills in another kind of intelligence, for example painting.
Teachers nowadays like giving their classes quizzes to see what their "intelligence" is.
I heard about the Eight Intelligences in the beginning of this school year at my old school. My teacher gave us all a test to see what our strongest "intelligence" is. There are actually Nine Intelligences, but Eight of them are official.
-Visual/Spatial
-Verbal/Linguistic
-Logical/Mathematical
-Bodily-Kinesthetic
-Musical
-Interpersonal (You interact well with others)
-Intrapersonal (This means you really know yourself well)
-Naturalist
Bonus Intelligence: Existential/Spiritual
After taking this test, I found out that my Intelligence is Verbal/Linguistic. I'll be posting an Eight Intelligence quiz pretty soon so that you guys can find out what your intelligence is as well. Comment on this post with what intelligence you predict you have. Then after you take the test, you'll be able to compare.
Have fun!
They are probably basing this on your academics. Maybe you've got some C's, a few D's, and one or two F's. Academically, you may not be the sharpest blade of grass. But what if you're amazing at understanding different sounds, rhythms, and tones of music. Does that still mean you're not smart?
According to Dr. Howard Gardner, under these circumstances, you are smart. Not academically, but musically. Dr. Gardner proposed the Theory of Multiple Intelligences in 1983 to "analyze and better describe the concept of intelligence."
The theory states that a child who excels in academics may not be smarter than a child who excels in something else. For example, the kid who learns to multiply easily is not necessarily more intelligent than a kid who has stronger skills in another kind of intelligence, for example painting.
Teachers nowadays like giving their classes quizzes to see what their "intelligence" is.
I heard about the Eight Intelligences in the beginning of this school year at my old school. My teacher gave us all a test to see what our strongest "intelligence" is. There are actually Nine Intelligences, but Eight of them are official.
-Visual/Spatial
-Verbal/Linguistic
-Logical/Mathematical
-Bodily-Kinesthetic
-Musical
-Interpersonal (You interact well with others)
-Intrapersonal (This means you really know yourself well)
-Naturalist
Bonus Intelligence: Existential/Spiritual
After taking this test, I found out that my Intelligence is Verbal/Linguistic. I'll be posting an Eight Intelligence quiz pretty soon so that you guys can find out what your intelligence is as well. Comment on this post with what intelligence you predict you have. Then after you take the test, you'll be able to compare.
Have fun!
Early Bird or Night Owl?
*Note: I love personality quizzes, and this is me sharing the love with you guys.
Are you zippiest in the morning or do you perk up after sundown? To figure out when you're at your best, leave a comment that's numbered from 1 to 12 and give each of the following a "true" or "false."
1. You love watching late-night TV.
2. On weekends, you're in a coma until at least 10:00 am
3. You are never the first one to say "good morning."
4. Your favorite drink has caffeine in it
5. The snooze alarm has to go off twice before you'll get up.
6. You often chat with friends (on the phone or computer) after 9:00 pm
7. You love to hear birds chriping at dawn
8. You would never skip breakfast
9. You get a buzz from exercising in the morning
10. You are way more alert in class before lunch
11. You have never stayed up till sunrise.
12. When you host a slumber party, sleep happens.
Leave your scores here and I'll get back to you on your results!
*Note: This quiz was taken from a book titled: It's All About Me: Personality Quizzes for You and Your Friends, by Karen Philips. My point: I did not make it up.
Are you zippiest in the morning or do you perk up after sundown? To figure out when you're at your best, leave a comment that's numbered from 1 to 12 and give each of the following a "true" or "false."
1. You love watching late-night TV.
2. On weekends, you're in a coma until at least 10:00 am
3. You are never the first one to say "good morning."
4. Your favorite drink has caffeine in it
5. The snooze alarm has to go off twice before you'll get up.
6. You often chat with friends (on the phone or computer) after 9:00 pm
7. You love to hear birds chriping at dawn
8. You would never skip breakfast
9. You get a buzz from exercising in the morning
10. You are way more alert in class before lunch
11. You have never stayed up till sunrise.
12. When you host a slumber party, sleep happens.
Leave your scores here and I'll get back to you on your results!
*Note: This quiz was taken from a book titled: It's All About Me: Personality Quizzes for You and Your Friends, by Karen Philips. My point: I did not make it up.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
First Day of School, Take 3
I really don't mind moving that much. Over the years, I've gotten used to it. My family and I have moved like, seven times already (I just counted), and some people have moved even more than that.
But moving in the middle of the school year? No. That's not okay with me.
Unfortunately, I didn't really have a say in the matter when my family moved to New York City at the end of September this year. I was very, very upset.
The school that I attend is very different from other NORMAL schools. Instead of you going to classes with different people every time, it is very elementary. You travel to your classes with the same people. Same. Freaking. People.
Anyway. On my first day of the school that I currently attend, they assigned me to a certain class. So I was like, "Okay." It didn't really matter much to me.
But pretty quickly I figured out that the things they were doing in class were much too easy for me. Naturally, since I am extremely studious and very conscientious , I went straight up to my teacher and said, "Dude I did this stuff two years ago."
He asked me what my state test scores were. Since he was my math teacher, I told him my math state test score, which was very high.
"Wow," he said. "What about your Literacy score?"
Blushing, I answered, "Perfect score. 100%."
"Wow." That teacher must have gotten to work, because I was only in that class for four days. On my fifth day, I was assigned to a new class during second period. I was told, "Oh, you're too smart for the class that you're in. You have to go to this class."
I was very pissed, because while I did not know a soul in that new class, I knew a few people in the one that I was already in, and made a friend (ish).
I stayed in that class for a while. But that class was terrible. The kids were the worst kids that I had ever encountered. (Remember my previous posts that included Doreen and Ricky? Yeah, those people are from that class) They were rude, ignorant, stupid, yet apprently they were the smartest children of the school, not counting SP, which is the smart class (SP does work from our grade and the next grade). I did not like this class very much, even though I made great, awesome friends. Some of these kids read picture books. Picture books. How was I supposed to learn in a class with classmates that read "The Magic Finger" by Roald Dahl. HOW?
I kept fighting for it. I told my parents my problem. They kept fighting for it. One by one, my teachers figured out that I didn't belong in their class. First it was my English teacher, who told me that I definitely needed to be more challenged in class. We talked for an hour and a half about me transfering to SP. I was kind of "iffy" about it, because math is my worst (WORST) subject, and I kind of suck at it. If I went to SP, it would be even harder.
My Yearbook/Journalism teacher was next. After reading a paper I wrote for her Yearbook class (where we do all sorts of non-Yearbook related activites), she said that I need to go to SP.
And then Science. My science teacher said (and I quote), "You really need to get the hell out of here. This class is definitely not for you. Are the grades you get in here like the grades you get everywhere else?"
I nodded. "My parents talked to the guidance counselor--"
She shook her head. "Don't go to the guidance counselor. I shouldn't be telling you this, but go to Mr. Bernom."
"Mr. Bernom?" I repeated.
She nodded, turning her head this way and that as if the guidance counselor was going to pop out of nowhere and say, "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELLING HER THAT!"
And then, my math teacher said the same thing about me going to SP.
And well, it was a while before anything happened. But I found out later from my science teacher that it was official. I was part of SP. They were going to notify me ina few days. It was, as my science teacher called it, a "done deal."
As happy that I was that I was going to recieve a good education again, I was kind of heartbroken to be leaving my good friends, and kind of nervous to be facing the competitive, smart, snobby students in SP, the top 30 kids out of the 550 children in my entire grade. You fought for SP, and when you got in, you had to keep up the good work or they'd send you back into a dumb class.
Monday.
This past Monday was my first day in SP. It was the first day of school, take 3. The first day of school all over again. New classmates, new teachers, new schedule, new everything. I was nervous as hell.
I think it went rather well. The kids were mostly civilized. There were a few snobby people who thought they were the smartest in the world. But the thing that bothered me the most was how the fact that this was an SP class was the center of everything.
"Well, I would make you sign your name, but this is an SP class, so..."
"4 homeworks missing? But isn't this an SP class?"
"Since you guys are in SP..."
These kids are constantly reminded one way or the other that they're the smartest, the best, the sugar of the school. And the teachers aren't helping the matter either.
"Being lazy won't work in an SP class," My math teacher said wisely. "Lately there's been a lot of switching in and out of SP (There was already a switch before I came in, so everyone is very tense now, in fear that they may be the ones forced to leave SP), so you all have to work hard. Already two people have left. In fact, there's a whole lineup of people that could be in SP, people that are willing to do the extra hard work and are very bright. If you don't do your work, I will gladly put them in here instead of you."
That snapped everyone's attention.
Anyway. Why did I share this whole story to you guys? Cause I have no friends and feel like talking to someone? Because I want to brag about how I got into SP? Because I like boring people to death?
The reason I shared this story is to show you that even the smallest of things is worth fighting for. And if you fight hard enough for it, something will happen. You may luck out and achieve your goal as I did, or something else may happen. Whatever the case, don't sit around lazy and give up like that. I care a lot about my education, and that's why I chose to keep fighting for a better class.
I hope I gave some of youse inspiration. My friend Azima is trying harder in school because of what I did. I feel special. :D
But moving in the middle of the school year? No. That's not okay with me.
Unfortunately, I didn't really have a say in the matter when my family moved to New York City at the end of September this year. I was very, very upset.
The school that I attend is very different from other NORMAL schools. Instead of you going to classes with different people every time, it is very elementary. You travel to your classes with the same people. Same. Freaking. People.
Anyway. On my first day of the school that I currently attend, they assigned me to a certain class. So I was like, "Okay." It didn't really matter much to me.
But pretty quickly I figured out that the things they were doing in class were much too easy for me. Naturally, since I am extremely studious and very conscientious , I went straight up to my teacher and said, "Dude I did this stuff two years ago."
He asked me what my state test scores were. Since he was my math teacher, I told him my math state test score, which was very high.
"Wow," he said. "What about your Literacy score?"
Blushing, I answered, "Perfect score. 100%."
"Wow." That teacher must have gotten to work, because I was only in that class for four days. On my fifth day, I was assigned to a new class during second period. I was told, "Oh, you're too smart for the class that you're in. You have to go to this class."
I was very pissed, because while I did not know a soul in that new class, I knew a few people in the one that I was already in, and made a friend (ish).
I stayed in that class for a while. But that class was terrible. The kids were the worst kids that I had ever encountered. (Remember my previous posts that included Doreen and Ricky? Yeah, those people are from that class) They were rude, ignorant, stupid, yet apprently they were the smartest children of the school, not counting SP, which is the smart class (SP does work from our grade and the next grade). I did not like this class very much, even though I made great, awesome friends. Some of these kids read picture books. Picture books. How was I supposed to learn in a class with classmates that read "The Magic Finger" by Roald Dahl. HOW?
I kept fighting for it. I told my parents my problem. They kept fighting for it. One by one, my teachers figured out that I didn't belong in their class. First it was my English teacher, who told me that I definitely needed to be more challenged in class. We talked for an hour and a half about me transfering to SP. I was kind of "iffy" about it, because math is my worst (WORST) subject, and I kind of suck at it. If I went to SP, it would be even harder.
My Yearbook/Journalism teacher was next. After reading a paper I wrote for her Yearbook class (where we do all sorts of non-Yearbook related activites), she said that I need to go to SP.
And then Science. My science teacher said (and I quote), "You really need to get the hell out of here. This class is definitely not for you. Are the grades you get in here like the grades you get everywhere else?"
I nodded. "My parents talked to the guidance counselor--"
She shook her head. "Don't go to the guidance counselor. I shouldn't be telling you this, but go to Mr. Bernom."
"Mr. Bernom?" I repeated.
She nodded, turning her head this way and that as if the guidance counselor was going to pop out of nowhere and say, "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELLING HER THAT!"
And then, my math teacher said the same thing about me going to SP.
And well, it was a while before anything happened. But I found out later from my science teacher that it was official. I was part of SP. They were going to notify me ina few days. It was, as my science teacher called it, a "done deal."
As happy that I was that I was going to recieve a good education again, I was kind of heartbroken to be leaving my good friends, and kind of nervous to be facing the competitive, smart, snobby students in SP, the top 30 kids out of the 550 children in my entire grade. You fought for SP, and when you got in, you had to keep up the good work or they'd send you back into a dumb class.
Monday.
This past Monday was my first day in SP. It was the first day of school, take 3. The first day of school all over again. New classmates, new teachers, new schedule, new everything. I was nervous as hell.
I think it went rather well. The kids were mostly civilized. There were a few snobby people who thought they were the smartest in the world. But the thing that bothered me the most was how the fact that this was an SP class was the center of everything.
"Well, I would make you sign your name, but this is an SP class, so..."
"4 homeworks missing? But isn't this an SP class?"
"Since you guys are in SP..."
These kids are constantly reminded one way or the other that they're the smartest, the best, the sugar of the school. And the teachers aren't helping the matter either.
"Being lazy won't work in an SP class," My math teacher said wisely. "Lately there's been a lot of switching in and out of SP (There was already a switch before I came in, so everyone is very tense now, in fear that they may be the ones forced to leave SP), so you all have to work hard. Already two people have left. In fact, there's a whole lineup of people that could be in SP, people that are willing to do the extra hard work and are very bright. If you don't do your work, I will gladly put them in here instead of you."
That snapped everyone's attention.
Anyway. Why did I share this whole story to you guys? Cause I have no friends and feel like talking to someone? Because I want to brag about how I got into SP? Because I like boring people to death?
The reason I shared this story is to show you that even the smallest of things is worth fighting for. And if you fight hard enough for it, something will happen. You may luck out and achieve your goal as I did, or something else may happen. Whatever the case, don't sit around lazy and give up like that. I care a lot about my education, and that's why I chose to keep fighting for a better class.
I hope I gave some of youse inspiration. My friend Azima is trying harder in school because of what I did. I feel special. :D
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Money
Okay, this post isn't really about money. I just wanted to name it something that would catch most people's attention. LOOK AT THAT! It worked.
Anyway.
I've been doing a lot of thinking of what I want to do with my life when I grow up. In New York City, instead of just going to the high school nearest to you, you must apply to schools, since there's pretty much over 400 schools in NYC (Most of these high schools are focused on something. For example, there's a school called "Aviation High School." I rest my case). My high school application is due soon, and I am freaking out.
But. I think I have figured out what high schools I want to go to.
All this thinking made me wonder: What professions do the majority of our current generation want to take part in? Do most kids plan on being doctors? Computer technicians? Writers? Musicians? Engineers?
SO. If you could please take the time to comment on this post and write what you plan as of this moment to be in the future, I would greatly appreciate it. I'm rather curious.
Thank you.
Anyway.
I've been doing a lot of thinking of what I want to do with my life when I grow up. In New York City, instead of just going to the high school nearest to you, you must apply to schools, since there's pretty much over 400 schools in NYC (Most of these high schools are focused on something. For example, there's a school called "Aviation High School." I rest my case). My high school application is due soon, and I am freaking out.
But. I think I have figured out what high schools I want to go to.
All this thinking made me wonder: What professions do the majority of our current generation want to take part in? Do most kids plan on being doctors? Computer technicians? Writers? Musicians? Engineers?
SO. If you could please take the time to comment on this post and write what you plan as of this moment to be in the future, I would greatly appreciate it. I'm rather curious.
Thank you.
Picture of the Day (11/27/10)
*Note: If any of the pictures I post are too small, all you have to do to make them bigger is click on them. Just thought I'd help you guys out.
Friday, November 26, 2010
An Interview With Eeshie, Part I
You know, since I have come to the conclusion that everyone in the entire world has inevitably become obsessed with me, I realize that they must be dying to know more about me. What is my personal life like? What nationality am I? Where do I live? What address? What do I look like? How tall am I? What is my social security number?
Well. I'm about to please everyone by posting an interview that an anonymous interviewer had with me. I won't tell you who this interviewer was, but I can tell you one thing. This interview was NOT made up by me. I mean, it's not like I pretended to be an interviewer and made up some questions for myself to answer and that I'm pretending that all this stuff happened. Pfft.
Er...Here we go!
An Interview With Eeshie
Anonymous Interviewer (we'll call him/her/unspecified gender "AI"): Hello there, Eeshie. Are you excited to start your interview?
Eeshie: Golly, I am so excited!
Al: (chuckles) All righty then. What is your real name, if you don't mind me asking?
Eeshie: (stares straight ahead) Pass.
Al: (looks up, confused) Pass? We're only on the first question.
Eeshie: (glares at Al)
Al: Okay, moving on. What school do you attend?
Eeshie: That is private information that I am not willing to share.
Al: It's fine. What nationality are you?
Eeshie: That is private information that I am not willing to share.
Al: (blinks) O-kay. Where do you live?
Eeshie: (clears throat) Once again, that is private information that I am not willing to share.
Al: All right, all right. I have more questions. What do you look like? And how tall are you?
Eeshie: (gives Al a look) Dude. Seriously?
Al: Okay, okay. No more personal questions. Er...what's your social security number?
Eeshie: (throws her hands up in the air) Goddamnit! What kind of screwed up interview is this?!?!
Al: I'm terribly sorry. I-I didn't write up this interview. My company wrote this.
Eeshie: That explains it. Corporations. They're always up to no good.
Al: May I proceed with the interview with the less personal questions?
Eeshie: Go ahead.
Al: (rummages through papers) If someone were to look under your bed, what would they find?
Eeshie: (looks thoughtful. After ten minutes of pondering, she responds) I dunno.
Al: (is clearly frustrated, but continues) So do you have any siblings?
Eeshie: Yeah. I do. I have an older brother in high school. Do you want his social security number too?
Al: No, but what dress size does he wear?
Eeshie: (stares at man) F*** you.
Al: What did you have for breakfast today?
Eeshie: Um, I woke up around lunchtime, so I just rummaged through my refrigerator for last night's dinner since no one qualified for making my lunch was home at the time (a.k.a. MOM)
Al: Are there any particular things you would like to advertise at the moment?
Eeshie: Oh yes! My friend Salena got a new "cellular device" as she calls it. It's the Blackberry Curve 9330. She told me that she gets high speed internet anywhere she goes, can watch Youtube videos anywhere, Facebook has its own app, and it also allows her to transfer the music from iTunes onto her phone and listen to it there. She also says that it is like an iPod, and even came with headphones. You see what we can accomplish when we recycle???
Al: Um...your friend Salena getting a new phone has no relation to recyc--
Eeshie: Hey, didn't I tell you to shut up?
Al: No, actuall--
Eeshie: F*** you.
_______________________________________________
The rest of the interview involved me beating the interviewer recklessly. But I didn't want you all to see how terrible I am.
I think I was a bit grumpy when I took part in this interview. Expect another interview in a few days, this time with a different interviewer: Larry!
Well. I'm about to please everyone by posting an interview that an anonymous interviewer had with me. I won't tell you who this interviewer was, but I can tell you one thing. This interview was NOT made up by me. I mean, it's not like I pretended to be an interviewer and made up some questions for myself to answer and that I'm pretending that all this stuff happened. Pfft.
Er...Here we go!
An Interview With Eeshie
Anonymous Interviewer (we'll call him/her/unspecified gender "AI"): Hello there, Eeshie. Are you excited to start your interview?
Eeshie: Golly, I am so excited!
Al: (chuckles) All righty then. What is your real name, if you don't mind me asking?
Eeshie: (stares straight ahead) Pass.
Al: (looks up, confused) Pass? We're only on the first question.
Eeshie: (glares at Al)
Al: Okay, moving on. What school do you attend?
Eeshie: That is private information that I am not willing to share.
Al: It's fine. What nationality are you?
Eeshie: That is private information that I am not willing to share.
Al: (blinks) O-kay. Where do you live?
Eeshie: (clears throat) Once again, that is private information that I am not willing to share.
Al: All right, all right. I have more questions. What do you look like? And how tall are you?
Eeshie: (gives Al a look) Dude. Seriously?
Al: Okay, okay. No more personal questions. Er...what's your social security number?
Eeshie: (throws her hands up in the air) Goddamnit! What kind of screwed up interview is this?!?!
Al: I'm terribly sorry. I-I didn't write up this interview. My company wrote this.
Eeshie: That explains it. Corporations. They're always up to no good.
Al: May I proceed with the interview with the less personal questions?
Eeshie: Go ahead.
Al: (rummages through papers) If someone were to look under your bed, what would they find?
Eeshie: (looks thoughtful. After ten minutes of pondering, she responds) I dunno.
Al: (is clearly frustrated, but continues) So do you have any siblings?
Eeshie: Yeah. I do. I have an older brother in high school. Do you want his social security number too?
Al: No, but what dress size does he wear?
Eeshie: (stares at man) F*** you.
Al: What did you have for breakfast today?
Eeshie: Um, I woke up around lunchtime, so I just rummaged through my refrigerator for last night's dinner since no one qualified for making my lunch was home at the time (a.k.a. MOM)
Al: Are there any particular things you would like to advertise at the moment?
Eeshie: Oh yes! My friend Salena got a new "cellular device" as she calls it. It's the Blackberry Curve 9330. She told me that she gets high speed internet anywhere she goes, can watch Youtube videos anywhere, Facebook has its own app, and it also allows her to transfer the music from iTunes onto her phone and listen to it there. She also says that it is like an iPod, and even came with headphones. You see what we can accomplish when we recycle???
Al: Um...your friend Salena getting a new phone has no relation to recyc--
Eeshie: Hey, didn't I tell you to shut up?
Al: No, actuall--
Eeshie: F*** you.
_______________________________________________
The rest of the interview involved me beating the interviewer recklessly. But I didn't want you all to see how terrible I am.
I think I was a bit grumpy when I took part in this interview. Expect another interview in a few days, this time with a different interviewer: Larry!
Picture of the Day (11/26/10)
Hey everyone. If you haven't noticed, I haven't been responding to the comments you post. This is due to the fact that my computer works extremely hard to give me a hard time. In other words, it doesn't let me comment. It sucks.
Anyway, just wanted to let you all (ya'll) know that.
...
Thursday, November 25, 2010
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD.
I. Saw. The. Movie.
The field trips that my school offer are all places that you'd go on a first date. October, we went bowling. Today, we went to the movie theater. And coming up, we're going ice skating or laser tag.
I rest my case.
Anyway, when your school picks to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, then it isn't too bad. In fact, it's not bad at all. It's wonderful. I LOVED it.
A message to all those critics out there insulting the movie: Usually the Harry Potter movies leave everything out and make the story too hard to follow, but this one was amazing. I'm telling the truth. So to those people being mean, just shut your mouth. It was awesome, I'm telling you.
You must go and watch it.
We actually walked to the theater, since it was near our school (not that near). But anyway, this theater was huge. The theaters that I have been to before have all been small and crummy. But this one was HUGE.
Our whole "house" was at this theater (House-it's basically like Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin from Harry Potter, except that we don't sleep there or anything. Haven't I explained this? Forgive me if I'm being repetitive), so since that's about 350+ people, we had to rent out a whole theater room place just for this field trip.
After we were settled and found our seats, we were allowed to go and get snacks at the concession stands, where there was a HUGE crowd. I waited there with my friends for TWENTY MINUTES, and then I heard a teacher say, "These kids are acting like they've never seen food before. The movie started ten minutes ago..."
:O
TEN MINUTES AGO?!?!?!?!?!
I stuffed my money into my pocket and left the line, heading towards the theater room. Then I heard a kid saying, "It's only the previews."
Ohhhhh. As much as I did like watching the previews, I could live with it. I got back in line.
Then--
"No, the previews are done. The real movie actually started."
WHAT?!?!?
I made a mad dash for the theater, stumbling and flailing my arms around, because you know that's how I roll. By the time I got in the theater, I knew it was a really intense part, cause Voldemort was on the screen and everybody was quiet.
Shucks.
I got to my seat and tried keeping up from where the movie was. It wasn't hard, but I was seriously bummed about missing the beginning.
My friends came about twenty minutes after this. I lunged for their popcorn before they could sit down.
And WOW. The movie was totally worth the seven bucks I paid for (tickets are half off on Tuesdays). If you're reading this, you need to go and watch the movie, whether you read the books or not. I barely read them, and I forgot everything pretty much that happens, and MY GOD, it was so good.
Are you convinced yet?
After the movie, it was pretty boring. We went to McDonald's. I didn't buy anything because I was too lazy to wait in the huge lines. I was going to go across the street and buy a gyro from one of those street vendors, but there was a big line by them too, so I thought, What the heck. I'm not hungry anyway.
The movie was DEFINITELY the highlight of my day.
Watch. It.
I. Saw. The. Movie.
The field trips that my school offer are all places that you'd go on a first date. October, we went bowling. Today, we went to the movie theater. And coming up, we're going ice skating or laser tag.
I rest my case.
Anyway, when your school picks to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, then it isn't too bad. In fact, it's not bad at all. It's wonderful. I LOVED it.
A message to all those critics out there insulting the movie: Usually the Harry Potter movies leave everything out and make the story too hard to follow, but this one was amazing. I'm telling the truth. So to those people being mean, just shut your mouth. It was awesome, I'm telling you.
You must go and watch it.
We actually walked to the theater, since it was near our school (not that near). But anyway, this theater was huge. The theaters that I have been to before have all been small and crummy. But this one was HUGE.
Our whole "house" was at this theater (House-it's basically like Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin from Harry Potter, except that we don't sleep there or anything. Haven't I explained this? Forgive me if I'm being repetitive), so since that's about 350+ people, we had to rent out a whole theater room place just for this field trip.
After we were settled and found our seats, we were allowed to go and get snacks at the concession stands, where there was a HUGE crowd. I waited there with my friends for TWENTY MINUTES, and then I heard a teacher say, "These kids are acting like they've never seen food before. The movie started ten minutes ago..."
:O
TEN MINUTES AGO?!?!?!?!?!
I stuffed my money into my pocket and left the line, heading towards the theater room. Then I heard a kid saying, "It's only the previews."
Ohhhhh. As much as I did like watching the previews, I could live with it. I got back in line.
Then--
"No, the previews are done. The real movie actually started."
WHAT?!?!?
I made a mad dash for the theater, stumbling and flailing my arms around, because you know that's how I roll. By the time I got in the theater, I knew it was a really intense part, cause Voldemort was on the screen and everybody was quiet.
Shucks.
I got to my seat and tried keeping up from where the movie was. It wasn't hard, but I was seriously bummed about missing the beginning.
My friends came about twenty minutes after this. I lunged for their popcorn before they could sit down.
And WOW. The movie was totally worth the seven bucks I paid for (tickets are half off on Tuesdays). If you're reading this, you need to go and watch the movie, whether you read the books or not. I barely read them, and I forgot everything pretty much that happens, and MY GOD, it was so good.
Are you convinced yet?
After the movie, it was pretty boring. We went to McDonald's. I didn't buy anything because I was too lazy to wait in the huge lines. I was going to go across the street and buy a gyro from one of those street vendors, but there was a big line by them too, so I thought, What the heck. I'm not hungry anyway.
The movie was DEFINITELY the highlight of my day.
Watch. It.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Azima and Dean Part II
*Note before reading this article: If you haven't read it already, refer back to the post titled "Azima and Dean" to understand who I'm talking about here.
Azima's dream came true yesterday.
She talked to Dean. Like, TALKED to him. I mean, before it was just a bump. But this time, it was talking.
The story:
Azima was coming out of a classroom that was next to the Assistant Principal's room (she had been sent on an errand by her teacher) when she bumped into Dean. Again.
He gives her that charming, melting-to-your-feet grin of his. "Sorry, sweethart." (Maybe he says it everyone?)
Azima starts getting flirty. "Again? Really?" She asked, pretending to be outraged. But really, she was teasing, and he could tell.
"Sorry," he said, this sheepish look on his face.
Then, more for the sake of keeping the conversation going, Azima asked, "Do you know where Mr. Derman's office is?"
"Yeah, I do." And THEN, he puts his hand on her shoulder and starts walking forward. "I'll show you. Follow me."
He gives her the grin again.
Azima's mind at this moment: Touch me more...
(She's a little obsessed with him, if you hadn't realized yet)
So she follows him to Mr. Derman's office, and he leads her there, and they get there, and she says thanks. He does his grinning thing again and says, "You're welcome."
In my opinion, I expected something to happen when they got there, but Azima later told me that nothin exciting happened after they got there. He just went back to his class.
Letdown.
I don't know about you guys, but I really REALLY hope there's a Part III to all of this. Here's hoping!
Azima's dream came true yesterday.
She talked to Dean. Like, TALKED to him. I mean, before it was just a bump. But this time, it was talking.
The story:
Azima was coming out of a classroom that was next to the Assistant Principal's room (she had been sent on an errand by her teacher) when she bumped into Dean. Again.
He gives her that charming, melting-to-your-feet grin of his. "Sorry, sweethart." (Maybe he says it everyone?)
Azima starts getting flirty. "Again? Really?" She asked, pretending to be outraged. But really, she was teasing, and he could tell.
"Sorry," he said, this sheepish look on his face.
Then, more for the sake of keeping the conversation going, Azima asked, "Do you know where Mr. Derman's office is?"
"Yeah, I do." And THEN, he puts his hand on her shoulder and starts walking forward. "I'll show you. Follow me."
He gives her the grin again.
Azima's mind at this moment: Touch me more...
(She's a little obsessed with him, if you hadn't realized yet)
So she follows him to Mr. Derman's office, and he leads her there, and they get there, and she says thanks. He does his grinning thing again and says, "You're welcome."
In my opinion, I expected something to happen when they got there, but Azima later told me that nothin exciting happened after they got there. He just went back to his class.
Letdown.
I don't know about you guys, but I really REALLY hope there's a Part III to all of this. Here's hoping!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)