Four days until the Florida Band trip. Four days! After two years of waiting we are finally going on the ultimate vacation: six days in paradise with most of my closest friends, with 5 theme parks and doing something I love (performing music). Of course, that’s assuming I can survive convocation tomorrow, and finish my history project, to make a newspaper based on the Canadian depression.

Einstein as a Cuban Revolutionary? Hawking as a trash talking Rapper? You’d better believe it.

My previous dilemma was solved. I’m taking two physics classes next year instead of Calculus. It’s a sacrifice, but it’s one that I can apparently makeup for in university.
In other news, the concert band is playing convocation on May 1st for StFX all day long which should be a) very long, and b) very boring. On May 3rd we have a big free send off concert for both bands followed by the departure on our trip un-civilizedly early on the morning of May 5th.
I’ve finally finished the two essays I had to write this weekend, one for English on propaganda devices in Animal Farm and the other on Canada’s involvement in the United Nations for Histoire Canadien. I was about to go crazy. I hate writing things like essays where I am held down by too many requirements and restrictions. Of course, it probably would have been better if I had worked a bit on it yesterday instead of playing Age of Empires and watching Napoleon Dynamite. Also, most of my afternoon was taken up by forced labour by my father. His knees are giving out like most old people, and he wants me to collect the sticks off the ground when he trims the trees. My Mother says that I should enjoy it because I apparently loved picking up sticks from my stroller when I was a baby. Yeah? Well I also threw up on your shoulder and shat in my pants when I was a baby, but I don’t think either of us enjoyed that very much.

My course selection sheets for grade twelve have to be passed in by this Friday. Unfortunately, I only have seven course slots, and I want to graduate with Calculus, my french immersion certificate, and two grade twelve sciences to get into a science program at a university. The problem is that because I was forced to take PAL/CALM (phys ed and personal development) I only got one grade eleven science this year, which was Chemistry in French. I wanted to get into grade twelve physics next year, but I’ve been told that it’s almost impossible without taking grade eleven physics. As I see it, I have three options.
Option #1. Drop Calculus and take both physics 11 and 12 next year. I don’t want to do this because Math is my best and favourite subject and I want to have it until university so that I don’t get rusty.
Option #2. Drop French Litterature and my bilingual certificate to take physics 11 and 12 next year. (I’m not going to give up the past eleven years of my life of french immersion).
Option #3. Take an extra semester of school. Means I’d sort of take grade 13 and go into university a year late. Well, not exactly late because I’m a year ahead anyway, and I have a lot of friends in grade 10 currently. It would give me a chance to take more music and sciences. (But I don’t really like the idea of spending more time in high school than I have to)
Option #4. Drop the idea of taking physics and take biology instead, which is an easier course to pick up. I’m in the university physics club anyway, and my parents really think I need to take biology. Especially my father.
I think I’m going to go with Option #4. Now all I have to do is convince the guidance counsellors to let me in to biology 12 without 11. If they won’t let me do that I’ll take option #1.

This morning in the Globe and Mail Weekend Focus section (the Globe and Mail is the more responsable of Canada’s two national newspapers) and article that was slightly scary to me and my mom. It was called No Faith in Science and it talked about all the different ways that the Bush administration is supposedly censoring scientific research to fit their moral, religious, or political agendas. Now being in Canada, we get exposed to a number of anti-american views, especially in the deeper sections of the newspaper: for example, an article in a issue a few weeks ago bore the contentious title: “Who Do you mistrust more, Al jazira or Fox News” Yet if this is true, which I really hope it isn’t, it is very frightening to be a citizen to a country where politics can get in the way of Science and research that could someday save many lives. To advance as a civilization we need to teach people to have open minds, not hide the truth and replace it with some fairy tale version of reality.
In other, less opinionated news, Pierre and I went swimming lanes in a very crowded pool. There were five of us in one lane at one time, and although the rest of us had agreed to a system of cycles, one old guy on the edge kept sticking to the rope on both ways. Which meant that we would have people going two opposite ways in the same half lane, and I didn’t have my goggles to see when to avoid the people headed straight at me. I felt a bit like frogger, the fearless amphibian, avoiding the truck-swimmers on my way to the other side.

Today I’m going to talk about the weather. I know it sounds very small town of me, but it has been rather interesting as of late. On Thursday we had a snow storm and school was cancelled. Saturday, the day of the band bottledrive, was really warm and sunny and we wore tshirts outside. I even got a sun burn. It was strange because the foot of snow in our backyard hadn’t melted yet, despite the sun.
We ended up going to a lot of students houses for our bottledrive, because they generally produced a lot of recycables (in the form of the containers of alcoholic beverages) and were pretty nice to deal with. There aren’t really frat houses in StFX but a number of the old houses on our street are full of students and I shudder to think what condition they are in. One such house with a David Bowie poster in the window gave up no fewer than 17 crates of beer bottles.
When we got home we stunk of beer and bacteria, and our limbs were limp from carrying the stuff, but at least it’s not going door to door and begging for money with stuff people don’t want to buy.
On another note, I am anxiously awaiting the return of Doctor Who to the BBC.

If you couldn’t tell, yesterday’s post was an April Fools joke. It was pretty over the top to believe that it was anything else. It was trying to emulate what the average teenage girl would write about in her blog. I realize that some of our older readers may not have understood what I was saying. Let me attempt to clarify:
The Game is a rapper whose popularity is, like most rappers, based on his image as a gangster with a lengthy criminal record, many bullet wounds and treats women as posessions. He was part of the group G-Unit put was thrown out for some overblown reason (probably just to generate hype). Way to send a positive message to the youth who look up to. Why can’t we give any good rappers like k-os that sort of publicity?
Next: American Eagle. Their clothing is so popular in the school it may as well be our uniform. People are willing to pay outrageous prices for their clothing, and why? To get a T-Shirt that everyone else has. The latest style is to get T-shirts that have messages full of innuendo that sometimes stoop to offend. Imagine seeing a guy walking around your school wearing this t-shirt.
I think George Bush is a very bad choice for president. That should be quite evident by now.
Ashlee Simpson has no talent and is a celebrity simply through her manufacturing of her music biz parents and her famous pop/gospel sister.

so i freaked today cuz my clothes style wuz all like, individual, and like, individuality now, is like da Game sayin he aint a gangsta - totally lame. i need 2 go 2 the Hali Shoppin for American Eagle and Abercrombie. but mom was bitchin’ about how 75$ 4 a pair of jeans wuz 2 much. i mean, common, how’my gg 2 survive if i dont look like evry1 else? :p LMAO!
Anywayz, im sooooooooo glad that bush was elected for prez. its about time some1 put da god back in government. oh, and ashlee simpson rokz! she is soooo talented and so not a poseur. ; ) gtg ttyl