Please wish me luck on the ACT. It comes. It looms over me... and I have not done as much preparation as I was hoping to do.
We have the bookshelf set up and finally took out my bookshelf stuff and some stuffed animals. This meant I could finally take the sculpture out. It pretty much survived the trip fine besides a few strands of hair breaking off again. (I bet they're the same ones from before. Grrr.) I like the effect that the flash had on the photos, but the ones without flash show less my mistakes... So I dunno which are better.
So there's something that I like about the teachers at my school generally being more laid back and cool with whatever: I have more creative liberty with my written assignments. In past schools, I sometimes would add amusing sentences to my reports or similar, but I was too worried about what they'd do to my grade if I didn't keep the entire paper formal and devoid of joking around to really get out there. But here, I know that the teachers joke around constantly and would give me all the credit if I technically fulfilled all the requirements, even if I wasn't as restrctive with my word choice.
And so, when I had to write a Declaration of Independence for a completely different subject for Government (e.g. breakup letter, kid telling his parents he doesn't want a bedtime anymore, etc.) and it said to be creative, I ultimately came up with a cat declaring it was leaving its master. A very arrogant yet ridiculously domesticated Persian at that, who called humans unflattering things (I even used the word "idiot", I think!). I think I wouldn't have dared to say some of the stuff in there at most of my old schools unless I knew for sure my teacher would love it- and usually I wasn't sure.
Got 100%. *awesome rock song*
And then I had to write an essay for LA about an American literature period. I was worried about managing to have enough material to cover the required pages (3-5) and make it interesting. But the day I finally sat down to write it, I noticed she put in the instructions that, among the other expected things like organization and word choice, she was going to grade for voice. And so I took that as "She wants to see a distinct voice, and so I gotta show personality in this thing." Yes, I didn't have to be blah! This essay was suddenly much easier to write because I didn't need to be cold and stiff. She gave me, like, a 98 on it, I think.
Even better, I wrote both of these just within a few hours.
Speaking of writing, I reread some of VH and finally thought of a more solid idea as to the next chapter; just gotta sit down and write it, too. I've been slightly addicted to Gravity Falls fics on Tumblr, though. Dang it, why do I keep letting myself on Tumblr?!?!
Speaking of GF, I WATCHED THE FINALE AND OH MY GOSH I ALMOST CRIED AT ONE POINT WHY DO CARTOONS DO THIS TO ME
I found out my little cousin Cam watches GF too, and so both freaked out for a minute over the end of the show sometime after dinner. It was awesome. (We were at my grandma and grandpa's today.) And he's also 11 now?! Almost old enought to be a Young Man! Aw geez!
And also FULLER HOUSE CAME OUT LAST FRIDAY!!! My sis and I binged the entire season in one shot (and my dad was there for part of it, too, even though he apparently hates Full House; he said this was much better than the original.)
Yesterday, we went to the Provo City Center Temple open house with two of my sister's friends, one of which was actually mentioned here a long time ago- the one who goes by Goyo around here for some reason. The other was a friend who we hadn't met yet, who I'll put as Patty. (Hehe.) Both are non-members, and so they were nervous about going in, but hopefully they liked it and actually understood the significance of the things that usually go on in there.
This made me remember the first open house I'd gone to. I had the biggest spiritual experience in the sealing room, staring into the mirrors. I think I might've accidentally put it as being the celestial room before, but nope- it's the sealing room. Oops.
I'm still determined to marry in the Oquirrh Mountain Temple, if I'm allowed to do that in the future.
I think that's everything for today. Woop! I just might post one of the papers since I'm proud of 'em. Not the essay (because that's lame), but the other by a cat. Yes, that sentence makes sense.
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