Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Back in school. Phase two of French V is underway, and we're attempting to make a webpage. Lord only knows. We're fairly inept as webmasters. We haven't the slightest idea of what to do to get a webhost, and we only have the vaguest idea of what we're putting on this turkey. The discussion of possibilities is limited to Madame, who is scouring the web and muttering to herself, presumably in the hopes that one of us will actually be listening/searching for webhosts/doing anything french. This, of course, gives me time to blog.
We debated in psychology yesterday. Our topic was "Does Race Affect Intelligence?". I was on the side saying that it did. We were in the library researching it for a couple of days beforehand, and there are some crazy sites that you will hit if you type in that question as a search. There are a lot of very angry, white supremacist types out there. Yes indeed.
Anyways, we debated, and I got a little too violently into it, as is my wont. I can't help it. I like to do debate when I have facts I can hurl at people to crush their puny, inferior arguements. Hence my enjoyment of Mock Trial. Also, hence my inability to argue articulately when I haven't thought about it beforehand. Such is my nature.
Yes, so, debate, crushing remarks made by my side, etc. etc. One of the arguements brought up by my side (NOT, though, by me) was that, um, men of African American descent had, um, larger genitalia, and because of this they had more kids, and this somehow led to them being, um, less intelligent. I do not support/condone/agree with this idea. I did not create/announce this idea. It wasn't mine. I leave it to Jaime, who brought it up. Gutsy, yet ill-advised.
I didn't join in the arguement for my side when this came up. I just sat there with my head in my hands. There were a couple of other people on my side who tried to argue it, but when someone asked Jaime where her proof of this singular fact was, she said something to the effect of, "Well, I don't have scientific proof... I just know. Just trust me that I know." Hilarity, as you can imagine, ensued. Everyone was laughing very very loudly, except for Noah, who tried to bring up some facts about condoms in a brave attempt at counterpoint, and Dave, who appeared to completely lose control and ducked behind his desk.
Anyways, I think we won, but that's just because we were the more glorious team. Obviously.
We got 200/200 on the Book of Time! It shot my term grade up 5 whole points! Our teacher thinks it should be published. So, of course, I will be publishing it online, where you may all view this triumph of persistence. The illustrations are quite good. Not the ones I did, those aren't any great shakes, but the ones Corey did are most glorious. And, of course, you can thank Kate and Jess for the reams of information that will be entering your mind, should you choose to read it. I'll give you the link as soon as I finish it, which should be sometime this week, if the world is kind to me.
In other news, I finally got a good idea for a comic book storyline that maybe won't completely suck! It has to do with tardigrades, but if you steal my idea I'll track you down and kill you. Cat knows I've been long enough without a good story idea. I deserve this one.
i am tardigrade
I also deserve a snow day, but you don't see me getting that, now do you? It is April 8, and there are a couple of inches of snow on the ground. Snow! April! But the least they could do is give us a snow day. We've gone all year without one, and just when we had resigned ourselves to that fact, they go and get our hopes up again with news of more snow. Then they don't give us a snow day. The weather gods and the superintendent are in collusion.
Our psych teacher's apartment got broken into a few days ago. Her car has also been broken into twice this year. Boston is such a loverly city, non?
Ha, joking. I really like Boston. But I'm not sure why she keeps on getting robbed. Maybe it has to do with pheremones. They're the reasoning behind all previously unexplained behavior.
Got the second volume of the Sherlock Holmes anthology! Egads, that stuff is addictive. Massively good. So glorious. The masses of yore are once again vindicated in their good taste (the first vindication, of course, being Dumas. He's great escapist literature).
If you love someone, set them free.
If they come home, set them on fire. --George Carlin
Maddie's birthday was yesterday. Happy birthday Maddie! Sarah's birthday is today. Happy birthday Sarah!
Must hasten away, the class, it is a-ending.