A blechy entry
Jun. 16th, 2005 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sniffnoyBleeeeeh...
So today was that miserable Senior Luncheon. It was "mandatory", which in this case means they want everyone to think that they have to go. In actual fact, there was a permission slip required. Had I known what it would be, I would have insisted that the reason I hadn't gotten my permission slip in was because, in fact, I did not have permission, and thus I could not go. (Of course, in truth, I'm 18 now, but they obviously missed that when they sent me to the office to call my dad to get permission... of course, obviously, so did I...) Only reason I stayed inside a significant amount of time at all was because otherwise I couldn't have eaten. Having eaten my fill, I went outside to just read for a while - outside the building, there was no other way to escape that obnoxious music, save for going in the bathroom, which not only stunk, but had obnoxious music of its own, and, also, let's not forget, was a bathroom. Anyway, after a few chapters I came back in to see if things had improved any. They hadn't. I went back outside, only to be caught by Mrs. Koontz - apparently I couldn't go outside because there were no chaperones there. "There are no chaperones in the bathroom either," I said, but she didn't exactly buy into that logic. So I spent quite a lot of the time there pacing around the statue in the lobby.
OK, enough about that.
So it happened last year that my mom insisted I join a pointless little organization by the name of National Honor Society, which you all know about but which I'm going to explain anyway. It works like this: First, you have to apply to get in, with your grades and with an essay and maybe some other stuff. Then, once you've been approved, you go to this induction ceremony. And then... *nothing*. Oh, except that in order to stay in it, and continue doing nothing, you have to lead two community service probjects and do n hours of tutoring. And, if you do all this, then, when you graduate, you get to wear a little sash. Oh wow.
I'm clearly *gasp* not going to get to wear this sash, as I have not done this. But it so happened quite a while ago, about in March, that my mom insisted I get started on one of these community service projects, and, hey, she even had a suggestion for one! She had visited the Center for Food Action some years ago, and recalled that they said that they liked to have videotapes to lend out to their clients. Why not do a video drive?
"Bleeeeh..." I thought, but, hey, what else was I going to come up with? And it would be easy enough. Get a cardboard box, make some flyers, and then wait. Of course, with my tendency to slow down all communications by a factor of at least 2, more like 3, it took me around 2 months to get all the official approvals for it. But, at last, sometime in May, there was a cardboard box in the office, with 13 tapes in it, 6 from us, 7 from a friend of my mom's. (Obviously, by this point I no longer cared about NHS, but I'd said I'd do this video drive, so I would.)
Now how to advertise it?
On a suggestion from Mr. Davis, I didn't bother with flyers around the school, and instead simply distributed them to the teachers' mailboxes. (Part of the idea, I think, is that they would share them with their IGS, only I kind of didn't give any instructions to that effect.) I actually heard one teacher say about it, "This is a good idea." Yay! Also, I sent out emails to the students, only I kind of skipped over the seniors. Stupid, I know, I'm not quite sure what I was thinking. Honestly, I didn't push it that hard because I was pretty sure from the start that it was not going to get many tapes, that being the general fate of these charity drives at BCA - I have to admit that I myself had never actually contributed to one before, and here I was trying to run one.
Regardless, I then began my wait. And I continued it for quite some time. And no tapes came. I hadn't expected many, but I had expected at least one. Until finally it was mid-June and my mom was bugging me, "You have to have something to show! Go tell your friends about it!" So that's where I am now. Anyone has old videos they want to donate, you can bring them to the main office. You're from Glen Rock and reading this and want to help, you can bring them to my house or something. Family-friendly movies only, educational videos especially welcome.
Blech.
-Sniffnoy
So today was that miserable Senior Luncheon. It was "mandatory", which in this case means they want everyone to think that they have to go. In actual fact, there was a permission slip required. Had I known what it would be, I would have insisted that the reason I hadn't gotten my permission slip in was because, in fact, I did not have permission, and thus I could not go. (Of course, in truth, I'm 18 now, but they obviously missed that when they sent me to the office to call my dad to get permission... of course, obviously, so did I...) Only reason I stayed inside a significant amount of time at all was because otherwise I couldn't have eaten. Having eaten my fill, I went outside to just read for a while - outside the building, there was no other way to escape that obnoxious music, save for going in the bathroom, which not only stunk, but had obnoxious music of its own, and, also, let's not forget, was a bathroom. Anyway, after a few chapters I came back in to see if things had improved any. They hadn't. I went back outside, only to be caught by Mrs. Koontz - apparently I couldn't go outside because there were no chaperones there. "There are no chaperones in the bathroom either," I said, but she didn't exactly buy into that logic. So I spent quite a lot of the time there pacing around the statue in the lobby.
OK, enough about that.
So it happened last year that my mom insisted I join a pointless little organization by the name of National Honor Society, which you all know about but which I'm going to explain anyway. It works like this: First, you have to apply to get in, with your grades and with an essay and maybe some other stuff. Then, once you've been approved, you go to this induction ceremony. And then... *nothing*. Oh, except that in order to stay in it, and continue doing nothing, you have to lead two community service probjects and do n hours of tutoring. And, if you do all this, then, when you graduate, you get to wear a little sash. Oh wow.
I'm clearly *gasp* not going to get to wear this sash, as I have not done this. But it so happened quite a while ago, about in March, that my mom insisted I get started on one of these community service projects, and, hey, she even had a suggestion for one! She had visited the Center for Food Action some years ago, and recalled that they said that they liked to have videotapes to lend out to their clients. Why not do a video drive?
"Bleeeeh..." I thought, but, hey, what else was I going to come up with? And it would be easy enough. Get a cardboard box, make some flyers, and then wait. Of course, with my tendency to slow down all communications by a factor of at least 2, more like 3, it took me around 2 months to get all the official approvals for it. But, at last, sometime in May, there was a cardboard box in the office, with 13 tapes in it, 6 from us, 7 from a friend of my mom's. (Obviously, by this point I no longer cared about NHS, but I'd said I'd do this video drive, so I would.)
Now how to advertise it?
On a suggestion from Mr. Davis, I didn't bother with flyers around the school, and instead simply distributed them to the teachers' mailboxes. (Part of the idea, I think, is that they would share them with their IGS, only I kind of didn't give any instructions to that effect.) I actually heard one teacher say about it, "This is a good idea." Yay! Also, I sent out emails to the students, only I kind of skipped over the seniors. Stupid, I know, I'm not quite sure what I was thinking. Honestly, I didn't push it that hard because I was pretty sure from the start that it was not going to get many tapes, that being the general fate of these charity drives at BCA - I have to admit that I myself had never actually contributed to one before, and here I was trying to run one.
Regardless, I then began my wait. And I continued it for quite some time. And no tapes came. I hadn't expected many, but I had expected at least one. Until finally it was mid-June and my mom was bugging me, "You have to have something to show! Go tell your friends about it!" So that's where I am now. Anyone has old videos they want to donate, you can bring them to the main office. You're from Glen Rock and reading this and want to help, you can bring them to my house or something. Family-friendly movies only, educational videos especially welcome.
Blech.
-Sniffnoy
