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Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Ceremonial Breaking of The Pencil

Let me start off by saying this:
The last three years of my life has come to an end. That's what this feels like. It didn't feel like this at graduation, because we still had finals to study for. But now? I can still remember my first time walking into Wisdom. I was intimidated. I got lost when looking for classes. I still remember my first words, because they're significant to me:

"Cheese Girl." Yeah. My first words that I would remember for the next three years of my life were "cheese girl", and I said it because Gabriella Lucas, a girl who went to Abbey Lane with me, always loved the cafeteria's cheese blocks. I hated them, so when I got them, I gave them to her. So when I entered the class where she was sitting next to me, the first words that came out of my mouth in the school that I would gain friends in, lose friends in, learn things in, impress people in, disappoint people in, and become myself in were "Cheese Girl."

I'm gonna try and make my high school first words a little more memorable (well, Cheese Girl is still very memorable, I mean to say a little more normal.)

So, you've probably noticed the title by now. In fact, it was probably one of the first things you read. "Ceremonial Breaking of The Pencil". People do it all the time, but for me and a group of friends, it's more than just "lol skool ovar lets break the penc1L!!!11!1!11!1!one1!11!!!!!1" It's meaningful. Let's go to a flashback:

I'm sitting in the final final of the first year of the next three years of education. I'm asleep. Yeah. I fell asleep during the final, because I completed all the work in the first 45 minutes (and I got a 97 on the final, too, so don't think I did bad.) I wake up when everyone's leaving (they didn't plan to wake me up, it was a funny moment) and leave. The day has ended. The semester has ended. It feels so... final. So, I break a pencil and take the eraser end and hand it to a friend. He throws it to the ceiling of the school (and almost makes it, too). I explain to the other three people that it had meaning. I didn't break the pencil just for the sake of it.

Here's the meaning behind me, Jason Colato, Japjot Josan, and Brian Taranto's ceremonial breaking of the pencil:

  • breaking the pencil signifies the ending of education for the grade you're in. this is the most obvious one.
  • one must always throw away the eraser end (preferably give it to Brian so he can attempt to throw it to the top of the building) to signify they are willing to write with no eraser and stand by what they say (i.e not erasing anything including memories, words, feelings, etc.)
  • one must then take the pencil end home and write something with it. I still have what I wrote in 6th grade. It says, "well played, Arnav. well played." I don't have what I wrote in 7th grade (and don't remember it) and I have yet to come up with something to write that summarizes my experiences this year.
  • breaking pencils at the end of the school year looks like something only immature students trying to look cool would do, but we took it to a whole new level. We gave it the breath of Life. We gave it reason to be.
  • breaking pencils is fun
The end of school has come. I tweeted this earlier and was thinking about it, and it seems pretty cool:
"those steps that I took to exit that school today will be the last steps I will EVER take as a student of wisdom lane. deep stuff, man"

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Grades

Grades always give me trouble lately. I feel like I was kind of born with all the knowledge I needed up until 6th grade or something, because up until mid-7th grade, I never had to show effort. I'm lucky I wasn't like that up till 8th grade, because these last 2 years have given me time to straighten myself up. I've had to learn how to study later than everyone because I never had to study before this. So, high school should be a breeze up till sophomore year. During sophomore year I'm gonna be suicidal. It's probably inevitable. Every genius I know was suicidal during sophomore year. I don't know why. Maybe it's just the year that people kinda give up? I don't know. Whatever. I'll make it through.

We had English finals today. They were harder than I thought. I was a bit distracted. I used a story that I didn't study for, because I couldn't remember the name of the main character of the story I studied for. Of all the things I studied for the story "The Contender", themes, plot, etc., I never thought to memorize the main character's name. I had a few names in my head but was anxious and didn't want to botch the name and ruin the essay, so I used a story I didn't study for. The whole grammar stuff was easy. I'm a blogger, coder, and redditor. If I didn't have grammar, I would have almost nothing. I actually didn't read two of the books fully either, so I think my grades in the class are pretty awesome. Since the final counts for 1/5 of the grade and I got to choose what I used, I think I passed that pretty easily.

Social Studies finals tomorrow. It also happens to be the last day of school. Social Studies is too easy for me. It's just memorizing facts and memorizing them in chronological order. I'm good at memorizing things. I memorized 50 something digits of pi for pi day (3.14, March 14th) in math class. I almost won, but got second place because some curses go here girl memorized more than me. Still, no one came close to me. The closest was below half of my amount. I still feel accomplished.

So yeah, grades. They're important. They determine where people go, who they interact with, what they do, what they CAN do, etc.. Some people say, "oh, grades are just a number, they don't express anything about anyone." While I don't think grades can say how smart someone is, they do say something about them. They say how responsible a person is. How consistent a person is. Intelligence alone can't be measured properly, but consistency combined with responsibility are obviously the closest things we've figured out how to measure so far. The SAT score and stuff is different. That doesn't measure responsibility or consistency. It measures retention in my opinion. How much can a given student retain from an SATPrep book? How much vocabulary? Of course, that's all just a silly naive 13 year-old's opinion. If you know what I mean.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

.999... = 1

It does. Here:
1/3 = .333...
2/3 = .666...
3/3 = .999...
3/3 = 1
.999... = 1

Or you could look at it this way:
x = .999...
10x = 9.999...
10x - x = 9.999... - .999...
10x - x = 9x
9.999... - .999... = 9
9x = 9
x = 1
x = .999...
x = 1
x = .999...
x = 1
holy shit
.999... = 1
Take that, people.

Friday, June 1, 2012

School + Whatver Else Was On My Mind When I Wrote This

Wow. Just found out my blog isn't blocked at school. May or may not actually make use of this. People behind me are playing cards and laughing. About 75% of the kids in 8th grade are on a school field trip, to Washingon D.C. That means

// okay. So I was in class, and apparently blogging isn't allowed.
// ( it is, but our substitute was kinda harsh )
// I'm gonna continue the story from my current perspective.
// it's half an hour after me getting kicked off the class computer.
// I asked to go to the library. I'm currently typing this on a school library computer.
// anyways, continuing story now.

That means people who didn't go on the trip got grouped together, and now we're going from class to class just chilling. Some are playing cards, some are cursing out the teacher (not gonna go too far into detail, but that was hilarious), and some are watching wrestling matches online (he got kicked of the computer for this too, at the same time I did). Our anonymous teacher (I'm not gonna call anyone out online) was a bit angry at some of the kids in our class, and she didn't seem to be very happy in general. That was possibly the most hilarious 42 minutes of my life.

I'm gonna go play some online games now (I don't know why I said go play, considering I'll still be sitting in the same spot and fully able to keep blogging), because I can't execute any code on these computers besides javascript in the browser (and that's only entertaining the first few times, and then you show it to one person who shows it to everyone and it's not impressive to anyone anymore :( ). The end of that last sentence was confusing because I had a frowny face and a close paren really close to each other. But yeah, most coding related websites are blocked as well (codeacademy is actually the only one that came to mind, because it's the only "coding" site I've tried to go on in school). Some people ask me why I don't just bypass security (it's actually really easy, the school doesn't know much about Tor or booting into Linux or web proxies (werll okay they know about them but it's easy to take the source code for one and upload it to your own website)), but I hate going through all the trouble when it takes 5 hours to load a page. If I just wait until I get home, I have unlimited access to anything on the internet which is amazing for me. I'm surprised my blog wasn't blocked (well the actual blog is, but the dashboard is fine, which is why I can post this.)

So this is probably my conclusion. I felt like writing one this time; normally I don't. I'm gonna think of a really deep quote to end this with.
"They don't think it be like it is, but it do." - Oscar Gamble
(Wow I can't believe I remembered the guy's name) (I promise I didn't google it this time)

GGWP.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Hobbit

We're reading The Hobbit for English. Good book, I like that we're reading fantasy and not something like Pudd'nhead Wilson. High school English sounds boring; everyone talks about stuff like "Ugh I have to read (book title goes here)."

High school. I'm gonna write a looooong blog post about that.