9/6/13-"You can recycle your eyes, if you want."

Fridays are late start, so I didn't have to drag myself out of bed until ten-to-seven.  I could have waited a few minutes longer, but we have a different bus driver than last year, and she tends to come earlier than our old one, so I set out for the bus stop at eight, ten minutes earlier than I used to on Friday mornings.

The bus arrived at school a full half-hour before first period.  To pass the time, I walked a lap around the Theatre Building, and was about to take a second lap when I saw A. and G. approaching from the opposite direction.  So I stopped on the Lower Quad, semi-concealed behind a large bush, and waited, considering ambush strategies.

A. was startled, G. was not.

Choir was relatively uneventful.  I voluntarily switched from Alto 1 to Alto 2, because the latter section wasn't singing loudly enough.  In former years, this would have meant that I would have moved leftward on the risers, but due to the three basses and three female "tenors," I ended up staying right where I was, in the middle.

Oh, and our choir might be going to Disneyland this year.

In Econ, we took a pretest.  I think I got at least half of the questions right.  Then, Mr. S. broke us into groups of three or four and gave each group one Snickers bar.  The activity was to decide who got the bar and report back our strategy.

In my group of three, we decided to award it based on need, which I suppose would make us some kind of welfare state.  Since it was K.'s birthday and she had a cake sitting on the desk next to her, she voluntarily recused herself.  I had a smaller lunch than H., so the candy was mine.

One all-male group decided based on a competition of who could flick a paper football the farthest (capitalism, I guess).  Several groups split the bar among themselves (socialism?), and others only contained one member that even wanted the candy (I don't even know what that one's called).

I met E. on the Quad and walked with her to the teamroom again.

"How was Lit?" I asked her.

She moaned.  "My head's all floozled.  So confusing!"

"How so?"

She explained something about stories within stories within stories, or something like that, which was known by some Greek or Latin name that I did not know and do not remember.

"Oh," I said.  "In Econ, I got a Snickers bar."

This she found inexplicably hilarious.  "Somebody should record our conversations!"

Little does she know...

At lunch, J. (not the one from choir.  I swear, I know too many people with that first initial) and I discussed possible ideas for Creative Writing Club this year.  Then E. taught us all the manual choreography for the Cup Song.  Clap, clap, tap-tap-tap, clap, lift, up, down...

In Spanish, we had a new addition to our class--a freshman that had essentially taught himself the language and tested in.  We reviewed a bit of pronunciation and the recent changes in the official Castillian alphabet, and discussed our summers some more.  I found out that L. has the same first- and second- choice colleges as I do.

Then down to Anatomy again.  Mr. M. distributed eyeball masks for us to cut out and color.  The purpose of these we were to find out later, but I already suspected what it would be. 

"Somebody set their phone alarm for 3:05.  That's when we have to go get textbooks from the library."

"We should all set our alarms," N. suggested.  "Then they'll all go off at the same time..."

We had a half hour to work on our masks and study.  Something else would be happening before we went to the library.

N. pushed his desk up next to mine so that we could share resources (he had scissors, I had colored pencils).  When we had both finished with our eyes and tied on strings to complete the mask concept, I looked down at my worksheet and sighed.

"I guess we should--" I began.

"Write haikus!" he interrupted.

"I was going to say 'study', but that works too."

"You first," he said, handing me his pen.

"Anatomy and
Physiology has too
many syllables."

He found that funnier than I thought necessary--which seems to be a consistent theme for me today--and wrote something about an alligator.

We went back and forth with this for a while, some of his contributions including "A floundering fish/ ha ha I made a funny/I am just the best," one about Thoracic Park (where all the men are shirtless), and something about a person named Bob being able to jump thanks to his stellar patellar.  So, in the end, I guess it counted as studying anyway.

When the half hour was up, Mr. M. instructed us to take our eye-masks and go out onto the Quad.  There, we were to don our masks--which were to act as blindfolds so we could not see what are classmates were doing--and point to the anatomical region whose name he called out.

"Brachial!"  He paused.  "Where should you all be pointing?"

"Upper arm," we replied.

"Correct.  Sternal!"

I think I got all of them right, which bodes well for the test next Tuesday.  It also has something to say for the use of haiku as a study aid.

"You can recycle your eyes if you want to," Mr. M. informed us.  "Or you could put them on your binders so they can watch you all year."

We returned to the classroom and took notes for a few minutes before the phone alarms started sounding--not everyone had set theirs, but a few had.  N.'s was the easily identifiable 50's sci-fi tone.  He smirked at his pocket for a bit before taking out his iPhone and turning the alarm off.  He then whistled the sound every thirty seconds all the way to the library.

We could choose either soft-cover or hard-cover books.  Almost everyone, myself included, opted for hardcover.  Paperbacks tend to get squished in my backpack, and to paraphrase the librarian, Anatomy textbooks are inexplicably expensive.

N. followed me out of the library and snapped his book shut loudly right by my ear.  I jumped, then opened my own book and tried to do the same.  It wasn't nearly as effective. 

"What we need," N. remarked to a girl who happened to share his first initial.  "Is a rocking chair.  And a Persian cat." He held his book open in his right hand and mimed stroking a cat with his left.  "Then someone comes in...'I've been expecting you...'" Snap!

The bus had about eight people in it today.  Most of them got off at the same stop.  I got home and fed the cat.  As I mentioned before, my life is pretty dull.

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