The Real World: Blogosphere

are the comments all longer than the actual post.

Heh.

I could type all sorts of things here. But I'm not going to. I'm tired of writing. I've done enough of it today. Speaking of which, I think I'll just copy/paste the thing I wrote first mod into here.

I am writing from the East HS TV Studio Classroom, out of intense boredom of the sort that can only be achieved through utter academic coma and the complete absence of any duties, responsible or otherwise, to occupy my time.

Let me explain this coma of mine. I stayed up until midnight last night writing my Theater Arts Learning Package paper, on The Importance of Being Earnest. Although my physical being was not over-affected, mainly because fall break is quickly approaching and this week consists of three days, my academic ability is suffering today. I was working hard last night, more or less to exhaustion, and that mental exhaustion has lasted through the night to school today. Luckily for me, school in itself is fundamentally unchallenging, or otherwise I might have a more serious problem.

As for the moment, I find myself quite incapable of study, on the grounds that my brain might be reduced into a fleshy glob of twitching Jell-O. I have no menial Olympian Flame tasks to occupy me; I am off this week, which would be welcomed under better circumstances. I have no homework that I must get done today, the book I am (was) writing has been placed on an indefinite hiatus, and the thing that is my normal sanctuary, the blogosphere, is conveniently blocked into oblivion by the school computers’ security system.

So, I had to start something new. Behold: A journal of my life and times at Columbus East High School. I may publish it; I may not. That’s for the later Me to decide. For now, I need something to do.

I am well into my second year here, 10th grade. It took some getting used to, but I feel very comfortable in my sophomoreishness now. I have, of course, discovered the inevitable: Freshman are a curse upon this world. There are no better terms for this. They come every year, and invariably invade every nook and cranny accessible, nearly as bad as the middle-schoolers they have just left, standing around in the hallways when the upperclassmen actually have classes to get to and records to uphold. As a Freshman, I didn’t understand the commons and library rules: Commons, no freshmen allowed. Library, no freshmen allowed first semester.

I get it now.

I may have to start hanging out at the commons. For now, the library is satisfactory, but in another nine weeks, that will be gone too. Damn the Freshman. Damn them all.

To think I was one just last year. Shudder.

I could, of course, document the numerous worthwhile conversations that I observe or am a part of on a daily basis, but, as a sophomore, these are losing their novelty. I think I will forgo this.

The clock is torturously slow. I have written all this in approximately 15 minutes. If I were writing a Learning Package Paper, this would’ve taken hours. The non-speed at which the day is moving is frightening. Add this to my aforementioned academic coma and you will understand my dilemma. I have run out of things to write, however I hate the idea of quitting now and enduring another 15 minutes of emptiness. Oh, well. I suppose there is always proofreading.

Gag.

Hehe. I made a funny.

Now go. Scatter. Chatter amongst yourselves. I'm through with ye.

At least for a couple hours.