i'm such a loser
Jun. 15th, 2004 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godreamWow, I don't have to hate Yahoo mail any more. Thank you, Gmail and the power of peer pressure. :P
I'm enjoying work, more or less, though the initial appeal of boxes and boxes of pink plastic bubble wrap is kind of wearing thin. Also, the school is getting more and more depressing. It's always sort of skeletal over the summer, only the bare bones of staff left, heartbeat gone, and this entire sentence is ripped off of a silly perspective exercise from the creative writing journal I got back yesterday.
[Side note -- I actually got the rest of my stuff back last week, like I'd been stressing about. On the plus side, the grades weren't bad, except for the assignments I kind of turned in weeks late, and the grades on those were entirely expected and I totally deserved them. Unfortunately, the grades were about all there were, and I'd really been looking forwards to reading the teacher's comments, 'cause I'm just a liiiiiiittle bit of a feedback whore, really. I totally understand that it's the end of the quarter, she had dozens of projects to grade and probably exams to write for her other classes, not to mention needing to pack everything for the school's move, and I should have guessed this was about what I'd get. Wish I'd thought through to that point before getting hopes up, though, because I completely didn't care about getting the work back, I have it saved if I want it, as a senior (ex-senior?) I didn't care about the grades much, but I really was looking forwards to the comments. Ah, well.]
Uh. Where was I? So because they're knocking down this old building, it's even stranger than last summer. The lights are all off in the hallways, probably because they'd make it even hotter inside, but that's nothing new. What's new is the piles of discarded books -- and I'm a total sucker for books; it's probably just as well I'm biking because otherwise I'd have brought them all home. I feel so bad for books without homes. Someone should read them, please! ... And it's all like that. My inner packrat screams (squeaks?) at everything that's being discarded, wants to grab it all and use it or find people who can use it, and even louder my inner romantic, or something, wonders about the history of all these objects, attaches personal sentimental value to everything I've ever noticed in three years and some things I'm only seeing now. The hole in the wall across from 005 that we made with the wedge bot won't be there in the new building. There won't be an Annex to hold Fountain meetings in. (Mr. Ray thinks they'll probably just take place in his classroom -- C327, I wanna say?) There'll be key-card readers between buildings, and what with the theft from the new building *already* and just all the new equipment and all, I suspect security in general will be tighter even once the school opens.
Of course, I shouldn't care, seeing as I won't be going there. (Which is an even scarier idea at some level than the school changing, maybe.) I guess it's my horrible lack of ability to deal with change... if I'm going away to school (okay, half an hour away, but still) then I want everything to stay exactly the same while I'm gone. Or something.
So I brought the big Fountain sign from the door to the annex home, but I'm not sure what I'll do with it yet. (I actually have a poster of the old schedule that I grabbed last summer around here somewhere too.)
I'm enjoying work, more or less, though the initial appeal of boxes and boxes of pink plastic bubble wrap is kind of wearing thin. Also, the school is getting more and more depressing. It's always sort of skeletal over the summer, only the bare bones of staff left, heartbeat gone, and this entire sentence is ripped off of a silly perspective exercise from the creative writing journal I got back yesterday.
[Side note -- I actually got the rest of my stuff back last week, like I'd been stressing about. On the plus side, the grades weren't bad, except for the assignments I kind of turned in weeks late, and the grades on those were entirely expected and I totally deserved them. Unfortunately, the grades were about all there were, and I'd really been looking forwards to reading the teacher's comments, 'cause I'm just a liiiiiiittle bit of a feedback whore, really. I totally understand that it's the end of the quarter, she had dozens of projects to grade and probably exams to write for her other classes, not to mention needing to pack everything for the school's move, and I should have guessed this was about what I'd get. Wish I'd thought through to that point before getting hopes up, though, because I completely didn't care about getting the work back, I have it saved if I want it, as a senior (ex-senior?) I didn't care about the grades much, but I really was looking forwards to the comments. Ah, well.]
Uh. Where was I? So because they're knocking down this old building, it's even stranger than last summer. The lights are all off in the hallways, probably because they'd make it even hotter inside, but that's nothing new. What's new is the piles of discarded books -- and I'm a total sucker for books; it's probably just as well I'm biking because otherwise I'd have brought them all home. I feel so bad for books without homes. Someone should read them, please! ... And it's all like that. My inner packrat screams (squeaks?) at everything that's being discarded, wants to grab it all and use it or find people who can use it, and even louder my inner romantic, or something, wonders about the history of all these objects, attaches personal sentimental value to everything I've ever noticed in three years and some things I'm only seeing now. The hole in the wall across from 005 that we made with the wedge bot won't be there in the new building. There won't be an Annex to hold Fountain meetings in. (Mr. Ray thinks they'll probably just take place in his classroom -- C327, I wanna say?) There'll be key-card readers between buildings, and what with the theft from the new building *already* and just all the new equipment and all, I suspect security in general will be tighter even once the school opens.
Of course, I shouldn't care, seeing as I won't be going there. (Which is an even scarier idea at some level than the school changing, maybe.) I guess it's my horrible lack of ability to deal with change... if I'm going away to school (okay, half an hour away, but still) then I want everything to stay exactly the same while I'm gone. Or something.
So I brought the big Fountain sign from the door to the annex home, but I'm not sure what I'll do with it yet. (I actually have a poster of the old schedule that I grabbed last summer around here somewhere too.)
