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Name: Yi Jia
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Gender: Female
Interests: Popsicles with the jokes on the sticks...
Expertise: HAHAHA! Good one...
Oh...well...*ahem*
I don't have one.
Occupation: Retired
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Member Since:
8/8/2003
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| I'll keep trying...I'll keep trying...
"HahaHA! I didn't pass the third grade for nuttin'!!"
-Percival McLeach (Rescuers Down
Under)
Oh man, that Percival....if it weren't for the fact that he's an evil poacher, that quote alone would make him my hero...
Every year...it's at Asbury Park, at the Berkeley Carteret...
The elevators that break down all the time...
That one room where everyone eats around weird tables...
The "game" room with such ancient games that you thought were awesome about 8 years ago...
The proximity to the beach...
The screaming little children in one of three rooms...
The weird lights, the stairs, and everything...
Understanding why they called it, "Ocean Avenue" (which is where it's
located)...
It's weird...how despite
the creepiness of the neighborhood, and the rundownness of the hotel
(unless they've carried through with the proposed renovations)...
I still like going there.
It's almost like a tradition. Pack for 2 days, brace yourself, take
care of small little children, see people you only see about 5 times a
year...
Take that traditional walk on the beach after the conference is over...
There's this one building...it's really REALLY old looking...I took a
walk in there last year with a friend...she loved it for some reason. I
thought it was fun whistling in it, because of the echo, and
acoustics...that is, until some scary guy hiding up top whistled back...
Must've been a security guard...after all, we are all, "potential criminals"...
The entire area is like a completely different time period...walking
into that hotel makes me feel like I'm not in whatever year it is....
It's almost...nice...
It's a shame that I won't be going back for a long time...
I'll be going on the New England trip instead. The year after that, I
might be going to the Jr/Sr Conference, and the year after that, the
same...
...I'm going to miss that view of the Atlantic...and that really nice
breeze that comes in the morning when you open all of the windows...
It's too early to be thinking about this...I'll see you guys in about 30 minutes... | | |
| "I have seen the others...
And I have have discovered,
That this fight is not worth fighting..."
I want to shine my shoes.
I actually got the mp3 of that song. Some fiend managed to procure it,
and sent it to me. I haven't been able to stop listening to it (between
Wada stuff, FF music, drama CD music, HNG music, and stuff from
talented people on SoundClick).
Well, the main purpose of this entry isn't to bore you with every
single thing that happened to me thus far since my last entry.
Instead, I will give just another example of how when things aren't
specified, you get accused of being a druggie by the staff at JPS.
Yes. A druggie.
As my previous entry stated, I have stitches on my right wrist (no,
once again, I am NOT a cutter). I can't take gym for about 10 days.
Yesterday, Giordano sort of took advantage of the situation, and
instead of following normal protocol, I stayed in the gym, and arranged
the Iron Man Iron Women 400m results. Today, however, I had to get
everything over with.
So I go to the nurse. She looks through things, takes my doctors note
and writes some things down. She tells me to go to guidance.
I go to guidance, and after they look through some things, tell me to go to the gym.
I go the gym, got things signed, and gave him the slip for excused abscence in gym.
I go back to guidance, and they assign me a study hall in the auditorium.
They don't specify which teacher to go to.
I go to the auditorium, and ask the first teacher I see. She tells me
to go down all the way to the other lady. I go to her. She puts me down
on the list, signs the card, and I go all the way back to guidance.
Let me remind you that I haven't once put down my books, bag, or
lunchbox, the main burden being on my left arm, because I can't risk
bleeding all over JPS.
They sign everything, and tell me everything is hunky dory. I go to my
locker, switch to my even HEAVIER load of books, and walk all the way
back to the auditorium, and sit down.
About 7 minutes later, they dismuss us.
I'm thinking. "Wow, I walked around so much, that time must've flown by..."
I head off to lunch, because that's what I have next.
But I look inside, and it's eerily empty.
I look at the clock. At that point, I realize the ladies I've been dealing with haven't really been paying attention.
I ask the nice cafeteria ladies if I can leave my books there,
because I don't want to keel over in the hallway, trying to reattach my
left arm, and they're nice about it.
I jog over to guidance, and explain to them whats happened.
They start muttering about some other lady rearranging something or
whatever, and tell me to go back to the auditorium to find the correct
study hall to get the form signed.
So I go back.
And the teacher on the study hall on the stage (where I was supposed to
be) is none other than my FAVORITE TEACHER IN THE WHOLE WORLD NOT
REALLY Mr. Smith. Below him is a teacher I don't know.
I try to explain the situation to him, but even I don't know what's
going on, so I'll admit that I was a bit incoherent. But what does he
say? There's no, "I'm sorry, I'm not catchin' what you're sayin'. Can
you say that again slowly?" or even the usual, "What? Whoa, whoa whoa,
slow down! Calm down. Say that again."
What do I get instead?
The lady at the table says, "Can you understand a word she's saying? I think she's on drugs or something, because I sure can't."
And Smith replies, "Yeah, she must be. I can't get what she's saying either."
Let me point out...that I'm wearing...a D.A.R.E. shirt.
I just went through something along the same lines as a gym class,
except more frustrating, I'm exhausted from lack of sleep, lack of
food, my stitches are irritated, because despite the fact that I
wrapped thread tape or whatever over the bandaid, I still got it a tiny
bit damp from the lab in Bio, and am worrying like heck that I might
get infected, and trouble my parents and the doctor.
I don't need some crap about me doing drugs. I'm wearing a D.A.R.E.
shirt. I was very close to exploding, but it was a study hall, and
unlike them, I'm a considerate person.
That's not what got me upset...
Here's what got me pissed.
Let's pretend that same thing just happened. Some kid had to skip gym,
and went through the ridiculous procedure to making sure everything was
accounted for. The kid is a bit tired of this, but makes his or her way
down to the study hall he or she was intended to go to.
Now let's pretend, not for the point of being deragotory, or bias, that this person has a speech disorder.
They're not that rare. They have classes for them.
Let's say this kid had one, and was just trying to explain to Mr. Smith about what had happened.
And a lady on the left speculates with that said teacher that the kid is on drugs, and the teacher agrees.
How would that kid feel?
Sure. I'm used to people saying I'm probably on something. I say it's
orange juice, because I can't think of anything else I'm taking in.
But what if someone wasn't? That lady didn't even know me. What if I
were raised in a background where the effects of drugs were evident?
Had hurt me? How would I feel then?
I just...I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting. The people I told this
case to (my peers)...well, the majority of them agreed with me whole
heartedly and told me to tell someone about it.
However, Trisha the wise, the most calm of all of them, said the most truthful words of all: "Well, this is JP Stevens..."
I couldn't have said it better myself.
As a side note, afterwards, my history teacher just waved me off, and said, "Yeah whatever, I don't care."
I'm used to people doing that to me.
But if I find that he offends ANYONE...I will personally bake that person a nice cake...
And write a letter...with a lot of big words.
This isn't about him as a teacher. This isn't about them pissing ME
off. It's about the possibility that someone can get it worse than I
did.
That really pisses me off...
Dear Kristie,
My concern isn't whether or not she's a bad
person...I personally didn't mind as I probably sounded =_= sorry....
People tell me I'm on drugs all the time :]. But even if I were
upset, not everyone has nice tanned people with cheerful dispositions
to reassure me. Not everyone has a carefree attitude about people
telling her she's on drugs. That's my only concern. I'm probably
worrying to much, but her actions toward me really aren't what made me
upset...it's more or less that it can happen to other people, and I
don't know how they'd handle it =/
I really appreciate your comment, though ^_^ You always say such nice
things that turn my left bracket to a right bracket...( =[ ---> =] )
And no, I don't reply to all comments like that...her's was special =] | | |
| Wow...I haven't been here in a while...
I just realized that I have the guy from Spiral as my background o.O...He has cool hair..*grin*
I think I'll make some random changes...I dunno, I feel bad about abandoning this xanga...
Not really.
Just feel like wasting about 5 minutes of time.
For the few of you reading this...I'll see you guys in JP! Let's try our best to survive this year o.o...
Hm...
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| Wow...I haven't updated this one in a while...and because I feel horrible about wasting bandwith, I'll just make a few...changes...you know...while I'm supposed to be finishing my essay, and homework load unfit for a donkey....
I never write long entries here...or at least...when I do, they're about nothing but...nothing....really...in fact, I'm going to delete all of them...[delete]...
...if I had a xanga for every screen name I'd used, I'd have...4...wow...
I'm hungry...but I'm on a diet! Not really...just not stuffing myself like some people should...*cough*
Aw, my feet are cold...anyway...
That's about it here...don't waste bandwidth! | | |
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