Here There and Everywhere

This is the blog previously known as "what happens at bronx science...". I changed the name for 2 reasons:
1. If the school searches itself on google or something this'll turn up and I don't want the school to know everything I say
2. Much of the stuff on here is irrelevant to bronx science.

I'm pretty busy at this time, with swim team (blah) and all, but once it's over I'll have more time to update the blog. But for now, I'll update alot on the weekends but not as much during the week.

Enjoy!
-jULIET

text As

As I sit silently in class, resting my weary head against the wall, I begin to think

Who am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose?

My contacts have fallen out and now everything is out of focus

Like a perpetually broken microscope.

I run my eyes up and down the wall, observing the mindless scribbles

And attempt to turn them into something coherent.

As I play with my hair

And the clock moves backwards

I begin to think that I probably should be paying attention

But I decide to continue to observe my surroundings:

A boy covertly slips a girl a mint.

Two boys in the front row are sleeping.

I cannot breathe through my nose.

As I squint to read the hieroglyphics

And give myself a headache

I begin to think about how much I do not know

I realize how much I do not know

I realize how much there is to learn.

As my foot falls asleep

At last, my knight in beeping armour comes to my rescue, and carries me into the hallway and up the stairs

I am awake.
text Math Poems

Today I wrote a story/poem/narrative type thing in math class. But, I’m too lazy to post it now so I’ll edit it and post it here eventually.
text ARGH

So right now I’m actually attempting to finish up my hellish bottle biology lab. BUT, the shitheads on the floor below us just HAVE to do some repairs so every second its “THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!” on my floor. It is freaking IMPOSSIBLE to concentrate. And the pattern is really irregular too. If it were rhythmic, it might be bearable. But whenever I think it is over, it starts back up again and gets even louder and more arrhthmic. Blarg.
text Happiness :)

Today for some reason I was thinking about some recent moments that made me truly happy. As in ecstatic. Not just “I like my new shirt” happy.

- throwing watermelons into a lake

- singing in the rain with people I usually wouldn’t hang out with

- playing a song in rehearsal and totally screaming and letting loose

- hanging out on the roof of my old school at night with a good friend before the play

- coming back from the photo store and seeing that i took an amazing roll of photos

- singing along to one of my favorite songs along with 87,000 other people in giants stadium

- finding out i got in to bronx science
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Actually average stories.

No “best old person ever”, or anything involving forts, waldo, or dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. although those are awesome.
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Achmed the Dead Terrorist!
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The Red Doors Movie!

Made by yours truly :D
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