Today was an uneventful day. It was an E-day on the rotation schedule, which means we have double bio. Double bio is my favorite because we get to do all sorts of cool experiments, like genetically modifying bacteria, or extracting DNA from strawberries. Today, we didn't do anything like that. We did a "lab" that included us eating goldfish, and then writing about it. Today was such an inordinately ordinary day.
It was 4:30 when the call came. I had just gotten back from shoveling our front porch and I was too lazy to pick up the phone. Then I heard my phone say in its artificial, robotic voice "CALL FROM: THE (retracted) SCHOOL" I was too excited, I ran to the and started listening for the recorded message that would indeed confirm my suspicion. The next morning, I was disappointed to see no more snow on the ground. I wondered if it was another one of those no snow days that everyone talks about. My dad explained tome that the roads were bad and that it was unsafe to drive. Whatever the reason we got another snow day, it was another day as fun as the first.
We had made preparations for "The Storm of the Century." Bottled water? Check. Backup Battery? Check. Battery Powered WiFi router? Double check. We were ready for the worst case scenario. Then, somehow, the water didn't stop flow, electricity was on, and our internet was as fast as ever. All we got was 30 inches of pure powder snow, and the only thing that went out was us. My brother spent the whole day outside, sledding, snowball-fighting, and whatever else 10 yearolds do in the snow. I took a more moderate approach, only staying outside for a couple hours at a time. Overall, it was a really fun way to waste a Tuesday.
I remember, I was doing homework and I was complaining about going to school today, and then my mom commented on how "tuesday was a holiday." I replied "why?" "their expecting two feet of snow on tuesday." By the next morning, I had pretty much shrugged off the possibility of a snow day. It was not until second period when everyone was talking about it did I consider it a possibility that tomorrow might be a snow day. I thought that the day would go by pretty quickly But wait! Boring assembly time! The geo-bee, where kids take test in front of the whole school. As a bonus, the winner cheated! However, I was excited to hear that sports would be cancelled so I could enjoy even more time before my snow day.
My Weekend was pretty boring as weekends go. Although I was really looking forward to going to the dance DJ'd by Willie and Mickey, I was not able to, because of some "family commitments", basically sitting around because all of our family and friends seem to have kids only my brothers age. Alot of my weekend also comprised of me finalizing my last school applications, as well as finalizing a website I am making for a family friend who runs a senior care service in India go check it out here and leave comments HERE, THERE IS ALSO A COMMENT THREAD THERE, DO NOT COMMENT THERE.
I remember the days when a sick day was a privilege. A day off of school, a lazy day. Those days are gone now, and if you miss a day, you pay for it for the rest of the term, your grades go down, your workload gets bigger, and you have a harder time completing it because you missed the lesson. My day back was okay, but one subject *cough* english *cough* assigned a lot of work that I need to catch up on. This daily rambling is just one of the many assignments that I have to do, and while enjoyable, I still have to do other work.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Coughing and wheezing
Like and old gasoline motor
Running on diesel
I drift away to sleep
Like a ship on an ocean
And jolt right up
Like a man in the electric chair
Lemon tea, hot soup
Warm blankets and all cold comfort
Of a steel prison cot
As sick days are very different
Than they were when I was younger
Did I do my math homework?
Did I study for global studies?
When will I make up my science test?
Memories rush to me
Of sick days past
Ones I would look forward to
Oblivious to the coming stresses
The crash test dummy lies
There, dumb, and unconscious
A kid laying in bed,
Having a sick day
Ughhh. The WWFenn speaking contest. Is there any phrase at Fenn that conjures up more groans? I think it's the combination of the memorizing and the public speaking, two things that re almost universally hated. I'm actually pretty good at the public speaking part, I don't get stage fright, and my parents will tell you that I can't shut up. It's the memorizing part that wrecks me, every time. I can't memorize things for my life, I can't even remember things, in fact, if I didn't have everything in my calendar, I would never hand in an assignment on time. Despite my complaints, the contest is still mandatory, so the poem I will choose is Dulce et Decorum est.
Dulce et Decorum Est is a poem about a young man in England who enlists in the army. When he is deployed, he finds that war is not as glorious as it was depicted. He talks about his experience as a soldier in WWI, and all the trouble that he faced because of it, from malnutrition, injury and the witnessing of death. In the end, he says that it is a lie that “Dulce et Decorum Est” (It is sweet and righteous to die for your country). This poem connected with me because I believe that war is glorified in our culture, while it really is one of the worst things to ever happen to mankind.
As you may know, I was sick yesterday, so most of my day comprised of me in bed, sleeping. When I wasn't sleeping I was doing homework. After I finished my math homework, I pointed my browser towards TheCraftedWord and checked out my homework, and since I had lost my voice, I couldn't record my minute to get rid of it poem, I still could write out the text. I studied for my global quiz, which I am sure to fail. I remeber the time when I was excited to skip school and have a sick day, but now it's a cold comfort, knowing that once I come back, I'll have a mountain of work to make up.