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Jun. 17th, 2006 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
st_jane_ambulanceI've got about 300 pages to go in Order of the Phoenix (roughly the length of the first book) and I'm finally in unfamiliar territory; I haven't read the back half of this one in about three years and so far almost nothing rings a bell. I've realized this is a dry year for Harry Potter (no new book, no new movie) which there hasn't been since the books started coming out here. Good thing I'm getting my fix. But soon I'll run out and there won't be any more and I'll be sad.
Both the cats are sneezing and sniffling with some respiratory thing. Rodrigo's being a brat and not letting us give him his meds without putting up a good fight. I've suggested sticking the eyedropper down his throat while he's sleeping, or knocking him out first. Mom wasn't too thrilled with those ideas.
I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but I'm starting to miss being in school and having tons of homework. I've been reading these books with kids at school and all their homework for a week and a half and it's making me jealous. I want to go to a magic school and play Quidditch and stuff. I'll have to settle for a Muggle university and club sports; I've never played sports in school in my life, except for lunchtime soccer and whatever was in PE, so there's not a chance in hell I'd make the teams. But there's about 5000 clubs there, so I should be able to find something I like. I really want to learn to snowboard. Hockey or soccer might be fun as well. I just can't do sports that involve throwing, because I throw like a girl.
College certainly suits me better than K-12, and oddly enough I do best when I'm constantly kept busy writing essays and stuff. I had two terms at Chemeketa where I got all As: one was fall of last year when I had Precalculus, Astronomy, and Speech (which is incredible, because I'm usually terrible at every one of those subjects); and winter of my second year when I had three English classes (Intro Shakespeare, Intro Drama Lit, Intro Mythology) and World History. I was turning in several essays every couple of weeks and my notebook was delightfully crammed and messy. I really wish I'd had this spirit about learning when I was a kid. Maybe if the atmosphere hadn't been so repressive I'd have had the will to do better. But those years have gone.
I have nine workdays remaining before I gleefully rejoin the rainks of the unemployed.
Both the cats are sneezing and sniffling with some respiratory thing. Rodrigo's being a brat and not letting us give him his meds without putting up a good fight. I've suggested sticking the eyedropper down his throat while he's sleeping, or knocking him out first. Mom wasn't too thrilled with those ideas.
I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but I'm starting to miss being in school and having tons of homework. I've been reading these books with kids at school and all their homework for a week and a half and it's making me jealous. I want to go to a magic school and play Quidditch and stuff. I'll have to settle for a Muggle university and club sports; I've never played sports in school in my life, except for lunchtime soccer and whatever was in PE, so there's not a chance in hell I'd make the teams. But there's about 5000 clubs there, so I should be able to find something I like. I really want to learn to snowboard. Hockey or soccer might be fun as well. I just can't do sports that involve throwing, because I throw like a girl.
College certainly suits me better than K-12, and oddly enough I do best when I'm constantly kept busy writing essays and stuff. I had two terms at Chemeketa where I got all As: one was fall of last year when I had Precalculus, Astronomy, and Speech (which is incredible, because I'm usually terrible at every one of those subjects); and winter of my second year when I had three English classes (Intro Shakespeare, Intro Drama Lit, Intro Mythology) and World History. I was turning in several essays every couple of weeks and my notebook was delightfully crammed and messy. I really wish I'd had this spirit about learning when I was a kid. Maybe if the atmosphere hadn't been so repressive I'd have had the will to do better. But those years have gone.
I have nine workdays remaining before I gleefully rejoin the rainks of the unemployed.
