My top ten most catchy songs: (Which means that whenever I hear it, it gets stuck in my head for days on end...)
10. "They Gave Each Other a Pledge..." -Fiddler on the Roof
9. "You Never Give Me Your Money" -The Beatles
8. "Lullaby" -Peter Brienholt and the Big Parade
7. "Defying Gravity" -Wicked
6. "My Favorite Things" -The Sound of Music
5. "Helter Skelter" -The Beatles
4. "She's Leaving Home" -The Beatles
3. "Because I Have Been Given Much" -Hymns
2. "Don't Scratch Your Butt" -A Prairie Home Companion
1. "Unto Us" -Mormon Tabernacle Choir
Looking back on this list, I realize this is a very random list of random songs...but...that's me! I'm a very random person...
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
After receiving my schedule for second semester, I knew something was terribly wrong. I was enrolled in three classes, two of them credit earning. I was supposed to be enrolled in at least six classes...but after fixing it, I ended up with eight.
Yes, after much contemplation, I decided I'm going to try calculus once again. I have found this year that I'm missing math. So much that I try to do weird problems mentally. Only they don't work. I don't know how to write problems, and after last night, I don't remember how to solve them either.
So, I will be studying hard over the holidays and the few weeks before second semester starts. I hope I will be caught back up by then. If I'm not...all well...I'll work all the harder, right?
So, calculus, how do I love you?
1. Your problems seem to apply to real life. (Wow, a ladder slipping, and sliding away from the wall...I wonder how fast it's slipping? Let me write down a problem, and I'll figure it out!)
2. You make me feel intelligent when I can successfully tell you where there is a "hole" in a function, or the limits...but I'm afraid a very little amount of people care where limits are on a curvy, wavy line...
3. You help me kill time I don't have with your incomprehensible mysteries.
4. You make me appreciate mathematicians.
5. You give me more knowledge on how to manipulate a TI-calculator.
6. You give me more knowledge, period.
But, I'm afraid, calculus, that you make me cringe in one area: The AP test itself. Then I begin to hate you.
Yes, after much contemplation, I decided I'm going to try calculus once again. I have found this year that I'm missing math. So much that I try to do weird problems mentally. Only they don't work. I don't know how to write problems, and after last night, I don't remember how to solve them either.
So, I will be studying hard over the holidays and the few weeks before second semester starts. I hope I will be caught back up by then. If I'm not...all well...I'll work all the harder, right?
So, calculus, how do I love you?
1. Your problems seem to apply to real life. (Wow, a ladder slipping, and sliding away from the wall...I wonder how fast it's slipping? Let me write down a problem, and I'll figure it out!)
2. You make me feel intelligent when I can successfully tell you where there is a "hole" in a function, or the limits...but I'm afraid a very little amount of people care where limits are on a curvy, wavy line...
3. You help me kill time I don't have with your incomprehensible mysteries.
4. You make me appreciate mathematicians.
5. You give me more knowledge on how to manipulate a TI-calculator.
6. You give me more knowledge, period.
But, I'm afraid, calculus, that you make me cringe in one area: The AP test itself. Then I begin to hate you.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Say What?
This post consists of a few of many of my little mistakes and blurts that I encounter due to my hearing...or the lack of it...
Misheard lyrics:
"...and in the middle of negotiations... you break out..." (The Beatles "You Never Give Me Your Money")
"Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, doin' fine..." (Steam Na na Hey hey [kiss him goodbye])
"You just gotta let it grow....you just gotta let it grow..." (Eels "I Need Some Sleep")
Conversations/statements:
In a class, we were talking about good communication skills. The teacher asked us to give us some examples of good communication. A girl raised her hand and said, 'good eye contact.' As I pondered on her answer, I thought about the way I communicate...I never really look people in the eye, as I'm focusing on what they're saying by reading their lips...so without second thought, I blurt out, 'good lip contact'. There goes the class...
During water polo practice, we got an assistant coach who we've never seen before. I wondered why I liked him so much. Then I realized why. Even though I couldn't hear, I could understand him on first try, because his lips were so readable. Without thinking, I tell him that he has nice lips...whoops!
Misheard lyrics:
"...and in the middle of negotiations... you break out..." (The Beatles "You Never Give Me Your Money")
"Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, doin' fine..." (Steam Na na Hey hey [kiss him goodbye])
"You just gotta let it grow....you just gotta let it grow..." (Eels "I Need Some Sleep")
Conversations/statements:
In a class, we were talking about good communication skills. The teacher asked us to give us some examples of good communication. A girl raised her hand and said, 'good eye contact.' As I pondered on her answer, I thought about the way I communicate...I never really look people in the eye, as I'm focusing on what they're saying by reading their lips...so without second thought, I blurt out, 'good lip contact'. There goes the class...
During water polo practice, we got an assistant coach who we've never seen before. I wondered why I liked him so much. Then I realized why. Even though I couldn't hear, I could understand him on first try, because his lips were so readable. Without thinking, I tell him that he has nice lips...whoops!
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Life
Someone recently asked me what's going on in my life...
Well. The usual. On my "long" days I wake up a little after 5, go lift weights, swim, go to school, swim, coach a swim team, then go home to...sit down. On my "short" days, I wake up, go to school for three hours, go home, go swim, coach, then come home.
Then on the weekends, I catch up with everything (like sleep) and everyone.
Pretty dull, eh?
I'm experiencing only a small dilemma for the moment. I'm sure it'll pass. I love coaching, it's fun and all, but I dislike getting home so late...so I can eat, fool around for an hour...then go to bed. I want to ask my boss to find someone else to coach, but I know I can't do that, as the pool has paid my coaching fees and to make me "eligible". I also just attended an "in-service". All well. The weekends are MINE after 12:00 pm on Saturdays!
That's about it with my life...thank you for asking...
I'm shocked and scared at how fast the days are flying by. I'm already half-way through second semester! Ack! Dung beetles!
Well. The usual. On my "long" days I wake up a little after 5, go lift weights, swim, go to school, swim, coach a swim team, then go home to...sit down. On my "short" days, I wake up, go to school for three hours, go home, go swim, coach, then come home.
Then on the weekends, I catch up with everything (like sleep) and everyone.
Pretty dull, eh?
I'm experiencing only a small dilemma for the moment. I'm sure it'll pass. I love coaching, it's fun and all, but I dislike getting home so late...so I can eat, fool around for an hour...then go to bed. I want to ask my boss to find someone else to coach, but I know I can't do that, as the pool has paid my coaching fees and to make me "eligible". I also just attended an "in-service". All well. The weekends are MINE after 12:00 pm on Saturdays!
That's about it with my life...thank you for asking...
I'm shocked and scared at how fast the days are flying by. I'm already half-way through second semester! Ack! Dung beetles!
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Pitter Patter...
As I was relaxing, watching the T.V. while trying to figure out how to make a dreamcatcher, I hear a faint chhk! chhk! chok! cok! I ignore it. I continue to watch Star Trek and enjoy myself, thinking that Q has some great insults for Worf, such as: "You have a macro head...with a micro brain!!" Or such useless phrases like that.
Then it starts again...chhk! chchchchkk! I finally realize what's happening: I'm being invaded. Yes, my house is currently invaded by...mice. If you move the tiles around in my ceiling, you can hear a mouse quickly scamper away.
I'm sorry to say that we have killed one already. We just have to get the rest, or my top ramen and brown sugar won't be safe!
Mom will probably buy peppermint oil. Apparently mice don't like peppermint oil, and once they smell it, they move out. It'd be nice if they moved to some other neighbor's house. Then we wouldn't have to do the sorry deed of terminating them. At least they're not rats like that one year...
Winter has definitely settled in. The mice are back.
Then it starts again...chhk! chchchchkk! I finally realize what's happening: I'm being invaded. Yes, my house is currently invaded by...mice. If you move the tiles around in my ceiling, you can hear a mouse quickly scamper away.
I'm sorry to say that we have killed one already. We just have to get the rest, or my top ramen and brown sugar won't be safe!
Mom will probably buy peppermint oil. Apparently mice don't like peppermint oil, and once they smell it, they move out. It'd be nice if they moved to some other neighbor's house. Then we wouldn't have to do the sorry deed of terminating them. At least they're not rats like that one year...
Winter has definitely settled in. The mice are back.
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