To whom it may concern:

I’m sorry I’m not super amazing.

Last Saturday: Science Olympiad State.

I woke up at 5AM to leave for Mission Middle School to ride the bus with my team, Bellevue West, the Mission’s team, and our biggest rival school/sister school, Bellevue East. Traveling to UNL.

Takes about an hour, oh and plus waiting about 15 minutes for a freaking slow train to pass. Random talking occurs as well as me yelling out “I’M TIRED!” every so often.

Opening ceremonies at 8:30 & competition starts at 9. I have no 9AM event so I sit and hang. Then to Experimental Design. Honestly, me and my other two teammates thought it went horrible. Our experiment had no scientific basis at all. I walked to our “homeroom” (our regular homerooms were in some kind of construction, so we hung out by a supplies van.) kind of depressed. I told our coaches it went badly. An hour or two pass by & my next event: Dynamic Planet. I thought we did okay. We knew most of it & one of the problems was straight from the virtual earthquake thing I did online.

I hung out the rest of the time. I didn’t have anymore events because sophomores only get two. It was fun-ish. After sitting around for a while, some of us went to go see our team’s egg-o-naut. We sat a a picnic table and waited until it was our turn. Granted, it was almost the end of the day. Ending ceremonies was like in an hour. We had a magnifying glass from some event… I don’t know. -___- And we started to burn stuff. :) We burned the tennis ball we had for trajectory:

It has BW ‘10 on the back. :D It is our new mascot. We burned water bottles, woodchips, plastic, GameStop cards (Cameron wanted it to be a keychain), calculator cases (to personalizeeee), etc. Oh, Josiah even accidentally burned Cameron… hahaha. Best quote: “We’re nerds. We use a magnifying glass. Stupid people use lighters.”

Then over to closing. It took like a billion hours. The quiz bowl wasn’t working out so some foreign lady read all of the questions… Finally it started. Like an hour late.

We were doing terrible. 4th, 5th, and, 6th all over the place. But I guess we had good scores as well. Bellevue East was killing it, really. At least, that’s what I thought at the time. Our only first place was Fossils. :) Dynamic Planet: 5th. D: It depressed me, becasue I thought we did better. Experimental Design: 3rd. WHAAAT?! My partners & I were amazed. The lady accidentally gave me second place medal though. bahahaaha.

We thought we were third. The guy said, “First time ever that the top three were four point apart.” OMG, what! “3rd: Lincoln Southwest!” WKJahfslkjashflkjahsfljkasfa, they’ve won like the past three years, wtf? Everyone knew—or thought they would win. They’re snobby, smug, rich kids who wear like suits & heels & such to the comp. Really? Dressy clothes to a science olympiad meet where it’s hot & full of running from event to event? Idiots. “2nd:….” I was so nervous. “Bellevue….” dkhfalkjsghfalksj. “West!” I almost started to cry. Being on the mission team for the past two years, we’ve won. Now losing, it felt bad. Really bad. Stupid people on the East team are jerks. Some of them stood up and clapped & cheered just because they beat us. When ceremonies were done. Me, Sarah, and Jordan stormed out of there. We were angry; being on the same team & winning for the past two years didn’t feel good when we lost.

Oh well, there’s next year. :/

>.<

lanvi:

So if I’m using this, would I be tumblring or tumbling?

tumbling.

okay, so. this guy. I met him last year in my bio class. He almost never talked to me. Only to talk to me about my older sister who he found hot. My sister, DEF not into him. So now, that we don’t have classes together, we never talk. NEVER.

Like two days ago, he commented on a picture of me and my friend. “Who’s that?” “Uhhhh, me & _name here_…” Then IM’s me today. Starts a conversation. “michelle!” …Uhm, what? you talk me to me?… “Hey!” We start to have conversation. Then, of course, just as I thought: “When can I meet this jordan?” “This jordan is indeed taken.” “That’s okay. I like friends too.” Then starts getting into having a meeting between me & them. LAME.

Do not talk to me to get with my friends. Thanks.

I came home from school around 3:50ish. My parents weren’t home along with my sister. I wondered the house with “nothing to do.”

I washed my handwash clothes that i haven’t washed since i got them… And that’s all I really accomplished today.

I have a world history essay due friday, Science Olympiad state this weekend, world history ap test in less than a month. And yes, I did, in fact, say I have nothing to do. I must be the stupidest person alive.

Finally, when it got through to me that I should do some work it was already 5:30. i got onto my computer. Then I decided that I should get on facebook & secretly hooked up my internet cable.

There lay a blank Word document on one monitor and about ten tabs open on the other. I don’t even have my history book in front of me, nor have I read the prompt. It is now 8:30.

How did I get to be such a slacker? I scarcely remember a time when I hated procrastinators & got everything done extra early. What happened to my passion to strive for something better?

So here’s a little background info.
1) School handbook says that shorts must be at least fingertip length.
    -which is dumb because people have different size arms.
2) Girls tend to get slutty when it comes to my school.
    -last year, there weren’t many calls. It happened not often & usually by the girl teachers. whom aren’t always out in the hallway; the deans are. All of our deans last year were men. If they called a girl out, they could get in trouble for “looking” at girls.
3) When the school year started, it just so happened two, new deans were hired as well. Two, mean, overdramatic, women deans. They started cracking the whip. Mostly on girls. Some calls fairly, always NOOOOOOT at all.
4) This wasn’t really a probably during winter & stuff, because, obviously, it’s cold… Holey jeans & other crap like that were now a small factor, but not usually.
    -So now that the weather is getting warm, shorts are coming back out.
5) At the beginning of the year, the battle between girls & the two new deans was on.
    -Our school starts in August. Still practically summer. It’s hot. People wore shorts. A lot of girls started getting called down. I understood a lot of the calls. Leave those booty shorts at home, please. But some were just outrageous. So the girls thought of a plan: Short Short Friday. DUMB. seriously. Yeah, if it was just shorts friday, shorts that were allowed. Aight, that’s cool. you’re starting a real movement. But all these stupid girls decided to start a movement BREAKING the rules when they’re getting mad about the deans wrongly calling them out.
    -Then: Skinny jeans. Girls started getting in trouble because skinny jeans are too tight. & They were going to ban them. Uhm, you wanna tell my parents to buy me five new pairs of jeans? So another movement: Skinny Jean Thursday. I participated in this one.
6) About the “mostly girl” thing. They never called out boys. This guy I know, wore suuuuper tight skinnies & low cut v-neck. Nothing. These group of boys borrowed short shorts from girls. Nope. This guy just wore his boxers, no other pants. Def not.

My story:
Today, with the changing NE weather, it was like 80-90 degrees. Tomorrow, it’s supposed to be rainy and shit. So I decided to wear shorts. I NEVER wear shorts to school. The last time I wore shorts to school was the last day of school last year… I made sure they were fingertip length EVEN with my extremely LONG arms. So I came to school. Dad drove me, so I knew they were okay. Super strict dad… EVERY STAIRWAY HAD A DEAN AT IT COLLECTING GIRLS WEARING SHORTS that looked questionable. So me. Me & about 20 other girls walked to the deans’ office. One of the girl deans checked everyone’s short length. She let some people go. Like girls in daisy dukes, that were def not okay.

But no: me, not okay. Why? Because my cardigan is longer than my shorts. REALLY?! I quote: “Alright, lemme see. Euuhh, honey, your shirts it’s longer than your shorts!” “Uhm, it’s a cardigan.”

1) As I stated, it’s a cardigan.
2) The shorts are guideline.
3) My cardigan is not shorts & even if they were, those too follow the guideline.
4) Even some of the girls inside the deans’ office with me. THe one I’ve never met, were even like “You’re getting in trouble for THOSE?”

proof:

So I had to call my dad to get pants.
As they were writing a pass/I was waiting for my dad, they asked my name. “Michelle Pham.”
One of
the guy deans, an older one: “Pham? Do you have a brother?”
“yes.”
-blahblahblah.-
“Hmmmm, what school does he go to now?”
“UNO.”
guy dean: “Well, look at this way. At least you don’t in as much trouble as your brother did.” one of the girl dean: “So he’s a bad kid?”
Me: “he was.”
he starts asking me what he’s majoring in. And honestly, at the time I was too upset (I was tearing up) to remember. And since he has flip-flopped between majors before I just tell them that I don’t know that he switches sometimes, but he wants to join the army. They start to laugh and make fun of my brother like he can’t decide or something. It made me so upset. My brother is one of the smartest people I’ve met & yeah, he slacked off in high school, but he’s definitely not like that anymore. And he wants to join the army to serve his country. Not to just give up. Just thinking about it made me cry throughout the day. I’m actually tearing up right now.

So my dad came, finally. Oh, but with jeans too big. That were my sister’s jeans that she left here. my dad left before I figured out when I went into the bathroom to change. He quickly got out of there. Dumbly, I even told my dad exactly where to get my jeans when I called him. But no, he got them from somewhere else. So i tell the deans, that they’re not going to fit that, they’re too big. Their response? “Oh. Just put them over your shorts, your shorts will hold them up.” Oh okay, so I change and get my pass & they dare say: “Awn, now you look so cute.” Fck you. I took those stupid jeans off the second I got out of the school.

And apparently, my story got all over school? & everywhere I went people said: “So I heard you got caught.”