Friday, May 23, 2003
Holy cats. We only have ONE school day left in high school. Ever. That's so bizarre. It definitely feels like we have more left.
Today my french class went out to lunch at Maison Robert in Boston. It was awesome. Glorious in every conceivable way. It was fun and delicious and wonderous good times.
Vlad drove our entire class there in his massive Escalade, since the entire class consists of seven people. A most wonderous class indeed. So it was Vlad driving six girls in this enormous car, with music blaring the whole way. And we were all dressed up in our various skirts/nice pants to go to this fancy restaurant. And Vlad was wearing all black and looking quite spiffy. Can you say 'pimpin'? It was the very height of hilariousness.
Yar. So, we met Madame there, and we had lunch. Lunch was deeeeeelicious. I had grey sole which was supremely flavorful and perfectly cooked. You have to be careful with sole, because if you don't cook it just right sole is a fish that tastes really fishy. You know what I mean. But this sole was done perfectly. For dessert I had this chocolate cake thing with raspberries on top of it that was simplement parfait. The maitre d' kept coming over and talking to us in french... Madame was there before us, and I think she told him to do that. It was pretty cool because I actually knew what he was saying. He told us the specials of the day in french, and I understood what he said. Except I didn't know the french word for 'codfish', so I got confused on one of them. But Madame didn't know it either and she had to ask him, so I felt better.
The conversation was interesting and varied, as it always is in french class. I think that we have some of our best conversations there. It's just such a good group of people. They're all pretty articulate, and even though I don't hang out with all of them outside of school, it's a very easy group of people to feel comfortable around. It also helps that it's such a small class.
And of course there never has been, and never will be, a teacher like Madame. She's one of those incredibly rare teachers whom we respect as an adult, yet we're completely comfortable talking about anything with and around her. Usually you either have older teachers you respect but won't talk about certain things with, or you have young teachers who want to believe they're still in high school whom you can talk about anything with but you have no respect for them. But Madame is both very much not wishing she were still a high school student, yet someone our class has no qualms about discussing 'not school friendly' topics with. Hum. French class is probably one of the very, very few things I am going to miss about this school.
Yes, so, Maison Robert, smashing success. A most glorious restaurant visited with a rather good group of folks. I approve.
I love how Blogger is trying to make more targeted ads. I'm not sure if you noticed it... took me a bit before I realized what was going on. Frequently or prominently used words in your blog are noted, and Blogger assigns ads accordingly. I've had a lot of ads recently having to do with comic books. This makes sense and it also makes me pretty happy. I mean, I'd much rather have Metropolis comics advertised on here than, say, some stupid 'people finder' service. But sometimes it doesn't quite work out. For quite some time the ad was for some book called The Anarchist Cookbook. Ha. Well, if only it were the Feline Green Democratic Anarchistic Cookbook. Then it would have been appropriate.
Hurrrrm. I'm sure there's more to say, I haven't blogged in a couple of days. School is nearly over. I said that at the top. Well, it's strange. Doesn't feel like it all. As I said before. 'Senior week' is coming up, and I am not looking foward to it much. We haven't even got a real senior trip going on, because our class officers and our class advisors are all a bunch of apathetic, irresponsible fools. So we're basically having barbeques and mooching about around here. Monday night we're all supposed to camp out on the back fields, right behind the high school. Bloody stupid idea. I picture it thus:
--Orangely tanned senior girl with badly highlighted hair: "Gee, why don't we camp out on the back field the night before our last day of classes? Won't that be fun? We can have barbeques and play with frisbees and maybe even *giggle* drink some *giggle* 'juice'!"
--Voice of reason: "No. That won't be fun. It will suck. Why would you want to do something so stupid?"
--Orangely tanned senior girl with badly highlighted hair: "Well gosh, it must be a good idea... every senior class before us has done it!"
--Reason: "That doesn't make it a good idea. Has it occurred to you that lots of people are stupid? Just because something is a tradition doesn't mean it's a good idea."
--Orange: "But it is! It'll be soooo much fun!"
--Reason: "Why? It's been raining the past few days. The back field is going to be soaking wet and full of mud. How is that a fun place to spend the night in a tent?"
--Orange: "Well... I know! People can sleep in their cars!"
--Reason: "Gosh yes. Now why didn't I think of that? People can try to sleep while contorted into unnatural and uncomfortable positions in their cars! Yes, a truly great idea, that."
--Orange: "But people will be having fun all night! No one's going to really be sleeping!"
--Reason: "And what, pray tell, are people going to do all night long? Perhaps you have no concept of time, because that's a very long time to keep people's adrenaline going so they don't get tired. I somehow doubt that you have anything truly scintillating planned."
--Orange: "*giggle* People can drink 'juice'!"
--Reason: "On school property? Oh yeah, now there's a stellar idea."
--Orange: "It is, isn't it? And everyone will be there, and it'll be soooo fun!"
--Reason: "Right. Everyone will be there. You mean that all your similarly chipper, tan and functionally brain dead friends will be there. If you think that the entire grade is going to be there, you are severely deluding yourself. For cat's sake, we didn't even have all the senior girls on the Powderpuff team!"
--Orange: "Well, maybe. But it'll still be fun! And it'll be so fun to hang out in the morning!"
--Reason: "Sure, with everyone all unshowered and with unbrushed teeth. People are going to be wonderous. Especially after romping about all night in the muddy field, eating cat knows what sort of barbeque."
--Orange: "Buuut... we won't have to go to classes! We can just hang out back there and play frisbee!"
--Reason: "What the hell is the point of the last day of classes if you don't go to classes? You've got all summer to camp out and play frisbee on your own damn time. What, you don't have any capacity for delayed gratification? You can't wait one freaking day?"
--Orange: "Uuuuummmm... what's... 'delayed gratification'?"
I then picture Reason beating the crap out of the Orange girl with the supremely powerful Beating Stick of Reason. Then the Orange girl's friends flee from the rampaging Reason like lemmings flee from whatever it is that lemmings flee from. Then everyone gets to sleep nice and comfy and clean in their own beds that night, and everyone has a nice, quiet, pleasant last day of classes. Hooray! Everyone wins!
except for the lemmings. i guess the lemmings don't win.
Ya. That's about all I've got say about that.
Going to go listen to Porcupine Tree. Good stuff, I assure you.