But wait, there’s more!

A quick update today, since I somehow have to write a 10 page essay in 6 hours. A 10-page essay with 4 different references. About me. From other people. A biography. Huh.

Anyways.

During the slow classes, such as Math, Ethics, Language Arts, and I.T, we get to listen to personal music players (iPods, irivers, PSPs, cell phones).

So, instead of doing the work, I just try to write down the lyrics of the song I’m listening to. It’s especially fun with Radiohead songs, or the Katamari Damacy theme.

Speaking of Radiohead…

Every lunch period, the loudspeakers set around the school blare popular music. Today was Radiohead day. I spent the entire time contemplating things over a bottle of water and antibiotics. The closing song was Creep, which I had listened to 35 minutes earlier in Ethics class. Funny how it sort of applies.

PINCHES BLOQUES DE TETRIS CABRONES

Planet TT-Forumers: Clicky for a video.

Surprises

This week has been quite a drab and boring week. So much so that some students fell asleep during classes. (Seriously)

My problems with the cafeterias have been continuing. The lines are outrageous, and the food is a bit overpriced, also, I think I pissed off one of the cooks at one of the cafeterias. I’ve resorted to just eating snacks after school to keep my stomach satisfied.

Just a tangent: I wake up at 6 AM, get in the car at 6:30, and arrive at the school at 7:20. Not that the school is far away, it’s just that we have to drop off my mom at a university half the city away. Thursday and Friday saw a crazy difference in traffic and times.

Thursday, we left at 6:40. We arrived at the university at 7:10, and at my school at barely 7:30.

Friday, we left at 6:20. We arrived at the university at 6:35, and arrived at the school (after taking a 10-minute detour to fill up the gas tank) at 7:00. It’s amazing what a difference of 20 minutes makes.

Okay, main subject.

This week has held a lot of surprising surprises as well.

For one, I met Tenebrae’s doppelganger. For you TT-Forumites, you should know her well. Anyways, I met her doppelganger. She even lived in the same city as Tenebrae. My first conversation with her went something like this:

“WTF? Tenebrae?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Oh. She speaks English as well! I told her about how I knew her doppelganger, and we became good friends. Too bad she’s leaving in a week or so. Oh well.
I also met someone who has the same name as me (Not saying my name due to security reasons, lol) so whenever one of our friends yells out my name, we both look.

Or maybe he’s yelling out HIS name!

Right. That’s all.

I’m fine.

Hurricane passed over us. Huzzah. Nothing bad happened here, but it did happen over in other places. My condolences for them.

Oblivion!

Oh Shi- Pt. 2

Updated! It’s going to pass right over me.

Oh Shi-

This sucks:

YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR TIME.

Nothing really exciting has happened lately.

Except for the fact that there are gigantic super-events in the school. It’s kickass, really.

Thursday and Friday, there were events such as ‘Vision’ or something or other. I have no idea what they were peddling, what motivating factor they were pushing, but it was certainly amazing.

Thursday, a whole bunch of real traffic lights were hung up around the school, flashing in time with the music. It was a scene straight out of Radiohead’s ‘Packt Like Sardines in a Crusht Tin Box’ music video. There were kids in cop outfits and traffic worker shirts (those flashy ones) everywhere.

You step into the central courtyard, and there’s a path outlined by big cardboard cutouts of houses, your senses filled by this very surreal scene. People smear marker on faces and arms, hunting for an unsuspecting Freshman. “What’s happening?” I asked, “What’s going on?” “I have no idea.” one of my friends replied.

After that, it was pretty quiet, except for the gigantic band playing in the central courtyard, surrounded by at least 500 people dancing and moshing. It was a most amazing sight.

Then Friday came, which totally nulled Thursday out. Gigantic fake walls of wire guided you through a corridor of two dozen people with whistles. It was deafening, the sheer soundwaves giving me that popped ear feeling. You walk out, the central courtyard draped by purple and green banners, people singing, people dancing.

By all logical means, this shouldn’t happen in a High School.

But it did.

There were rock bands blaring music throughout the day. There was an inflatable boxing ring where two combatants beat each other to death with gloves the size of a small child. A mechanical bull worked by levers, allowing friends to control their hapless peers around. It was an amazing sight that defied words, logic, space, and time.

It made me all the more regret that I hadn’t taken a camera of some sort. A pity.

Here’s some Google Earthage of my school. I hope it helps to clarify things. The entrance is at the top right

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Calling certain people!

I’ve been looking at a Canon SD1000 (Ixus 70) to use as a secondary camera, in order to keep a low profile and avoid stealing of my Canon EOS 350D. How much did you pay for it, and is it worth the price?

Waitwhat?

I got a comment from Wellington Grey. I think. (You can never tell when someone’s leading you on.)

If you don’t know, Wellington Grey would best be described as an American living in London. He’s as every bit out of place as I am, and has been keeping track of his journeys in life since 2003. He’s the quintessential blogger, and my inspiration in this little journey of mine.

Now, I have absolutely NO idea how he came to find my little site here, especially since it’s only been around for nigh on 3 days.

Again, it could be someone egging me on.

Still, it’s great to see that someone so influential has been taking an interest in my works.

All my Past and Future

After years of waiting nothing came
And you realize you’re looking,
Looking in the wrong place.

A First for Everything

Okay, after so much stuff happening lately, I’ve decided to make this a bi- or tri-weekly feature. All conversations in Spanish will be translated into English, unless I want to make a pun, explain something, or the story depends on a certain Spanish word. A few special thanks go out to orudge (Yr Wyddgrug lol), Tenebrae (Giving me the nickname Paisano), Raichase (For being amazing), and lws1984 + the rest (Taking so much abuse).

Today started off with an hour and a half of boredom, and after that came Recess. We get 15 minutes in which to do things to not die of the aforementioned Boredom Beast. Then we had Etymology.

Etymology is a blast, all in all. We learn where words came from, and since 75% of Spanish words come from Latin or Greek roots (being a Romantic language and all), it’s fun and can apply to medical fields. For example, we learned the roots of the word Hemophilia. It literally means ‘Blood-loving’ and applies to certain royal families because they literally loved their bloodline, and paid the price with genetic defects that can make a fall on the pavement deadly.

The real fun came with the ‘icebreaker’ questions. When it came to be my turn, I told everyone my little life story, and the teacher asked how the education system was in Canada.

“Well, I went to a private school, like this one. We had 300 people over 9 grades.”

“300 people per class?”

“No, the entire school. My class only had 12 people.”

“*WOW*”

Of course, this came as a shock to them, when we have 800 people in High School, and in the ‘Freshman’ year alone we had 8 classes of 30 people. I loved to see their reactions.

Also, the conversation came to the Canadian education system and its valours and strengths. The people with first-hand experience, such as me, said that it was pretty bad compared to this one. In most systems nowadays, classes are boring, you take notes from a boring teacher saying boring things, and if you had a question, you had to wait until the end of the class to respectfully ask. Not so in Mexico, where asking a question in the middle of a lecture is commonplace.

One person said “Hey, I’m not Einstein”, the conversation shifted to how Einstein failed a few grades, and how Hitler had pretty much the same marks as Einstein.

Hey, Godwin’s Law.

The conversation went back to Etymology. Hemo means blood.

“Hemoglobin”

“Hemorrhage”

“Hemorrhoid”

“*LOL*”

Then we went to Mania. It means crazyness!

“What about TasMania?”

“*ROFL*”

And so on and so forth. A good class indeed.

Lunchtime rolled around. There were only a few people at the cafeteria, which meant I got my food quickly, and with enough time to eat. Usually, by the time you get your food, 20 of your 30 lunchtime minutes have rolled around. I got it almost immediately.

Then I reflected on something. There were 2800 people in the school. If you got 3 million schools like this, you’d have the population of the world. 3 Million, hum… What about over 72 Million? That’s the number of people who died in World War 2. 72 Million!

72 Million people. That’s a bit over 2 Tokyo’s worth of people. To kill a major city. TWICE OVER, in the course of 6 years…

How about New York? 18 Million people in the Metropolitan Area. That’s 4 New Yorks.

Imagine if everyone in New York died. Now repeat that 3 times. Unimaginable.

But enough of that moroseness. Back to school.

Chemistry started. I think Douglas Adams came back to life and is teaching Chemistry in a Mexican school. At least, his doppelganger did. He even has the exact same sense of humour.

After a few funnies (I have a nickname now. It’s “I Don’t Know”) and placement into French (on account of my English mastery) school ended. I left, met up with my parents, and got a new cell phone. It’s a cheapo, but I like it.

It’s orange.