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The Fruitopia Game written @ 10:03 a.m. on January 3, 2002 Greetings from 4th Period. No, I do not expect logging onto the Internet every morning while in class to become a regular habit of mine, although I do find it quite pleasurable from the regular repetition in my day. I should be working on something-- I do not know what-- so more than likely I will be heading off to art class after a few minutes of looking constructive. Lord knows no one else in class is doing anything. Such is the life of the Audio/Video class. My day so far: Journalism was good, as it usually is. We went looking through school magazines (it's amazing what sort of crap these other student publications put of, and it makes me more than grateful I'm on the Spark staff). No new updates on my recent promotion. World history was hectic. We're spending only two days on Japan's early history, and my teacher has been trying to cram 2,000 years of history in two forty-five minute classes. *sigh* In any case, however, I'm beginning to understand why the Japanese acted the way they did-- although I still think some of it was foolish. Oh well. Third and fourth period-- I just finished my work and I've been surfing the 'Net for the past two periods. No homework to do. Monstrous loads of artwork needs to be done, and I really ought to get off this computer before people begin prying their noses into my business. Yeah, I'm a little bitter. But this day looks as though it will be much better than yesterday. Yesterday, I don't know, must have been a small case of PMS. I thought it was going to be a bad morning after all the artwork I had to drag into school. I had so much to carry that I had to get Jeff to help me, otherwise I wouldn't have made it into the building. I'll update again later in the evening. I have an NHS meeting to go to after school. It's interesting. Reading other people's diaries on this site, I've noticed how people add poetry, talk about their social lives, and discuss problems other than school related. It really makes me feel shallow and unexposed to the world at large. On the other hand, maybe I'm just lucky that my problems don't amount to anything more than that. Still, I can't help but feel I'm in a bubble. But what can I say? I don't really have friends in my classes this year, so it's kind of hard to keep up when you can only see them between classes and before and after school for a brief while before we depart for home, work, or a million after school activities. We're all so focused on college and school anyway-- well, most of us, anyway. *sigh* Welp, it's off to art. . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's approximately 5:33 pm in the evening. And you know something? Despite all the work that I have to do tonight, it was a pretty good day. I mean, it could have been better-- but then it could have been worse. I went to art class and mingled with Mrs. Williamson's 3-D Studio class. I wrote some labels for my artwork that's entering the Overture Awards competition Saturday-- basically I did nothing I was really supposed to get done. When fifth period rolled around I was still in the same room from my AP Art class, and we didn't do anything unusual except put some portfolio pieces together for the Scholastic Arts competition next Saturday. It's here that I would like to bitterly tell you of a strange revelation I had ladt night. With my chosen profession being in the visual arts, I cannot help but feel that the rest of my life is going to be all contests and competitions of various sorts, in which my art will be placed against the riches of other artists. Why am I bitter about this? Because there has to be more to my life than that! I will not settle for a life of competitions! It seems so shallow a goal, to be the best in the world that is, and it seems like that this is not what art should be about. Problem is that I don't know what art is about except the expression of the many faces the soul of humanity bears. It's something I'm still searching for, and I must know what part God wants me to play in my art. To do it for my personal happiness in life cannot be so simple, for that strikes me as a selfish thing to do it entirely for my personal happiness. No. My art needs to serve somehow. I hope this answer will reveal itself to me in time. But I'm rambling now. At lunch I like buying 20-ounce Fruitopia juice (actually it's mostly like sugar water...). Lately, Fruitopia has had a little contest called "Grab the right fruit." If you buy the right bottle and the cap underneath says, "You won a free 20-oz Fruitopia!" you obviously won. Me, I have always been fascinated by those sorts of games drink companies play with consumers, and up until this point, I have never won one of those vending machine games. It's a daily ritual when I buy my Fruitopia and exclaim, "Alas, alas! I have lost the Fruitopia game yet again!" Today, however, I bought my Beach-Blast flavored Fruitopia on a hunch (that's my least favorite flavor, you see), and I discovered I had the winning cap! "I won! I won!" I cried in delight. From my enthusiam, Ryan thought I won a big 75-inch color television. "Even better!" said I. Hey, can I help it I'm so easily amused at these things? Looking at the rules on the package to see how to redeem my prize, however, I suddenly came across a slight glitch in my dream that proved as fatal as the ignored ice warnings on the "Titanic:" GAME EXPIRES DECEMBER 31, 2001. Ah, Fate, curse you. Curse you. Casey and the entire lunch table thought the entire thing was hilarious, of course. Sixth period geology was boring. Really, I love Mr. Duff to death, but if we're taking notes or watching movies, it's like ZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzzZZZZ. And, ahhhhhh, the last class to ruin a decent day: AP French. Would you like to hear the result of the test that, according to Katharine, really wasn't supposed to exist but popped up anyway the day after Christmas break? Sure you do! First of all, my teacher curved it down to 90 points, which is already a warning because it is against foreign language department policy to curve tests and/or give out extra credit. There is only one good thing to this test-- if it could even be considered good-- that occurred, and that's to say at least I got a little over half the materials on the test correct. That proves that at least half of my left brain is functioning, eh? So that igneous pluton that was whispering to my heart that I had overall flunked the test miserably had come true. My final score was 47.5/90. *sigh* A couple more weeks of that class, that's all. Just a couple more weeks, Sam. Hold on until the final exam, which you know you're going to screw up, is over. I stayed after school for NHS. Nothing new there. Came home, took a nap, ate dinner, and now I'm here. Right now, I plan to screw around on the internet before getting to work on homework. And so, I bid you good evening...
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