Incoherant Ramblings from Saturday

Saturday happened to be the day I took an SAT test. I wasn't nervous at all, though I did notice a lot of the other students acting jittery. Sez I, "What's the use? No one is really noticing you, anyways." So I just wasn't nervous. And I did feel better being NOT nervous than I would'a felt if I WAS nervous. I advise that plan for other test-takers. Since it really ain't much to worry about - for goodness' sake, it's just a test! - and being nervous makes you more embarressed and selfconscious, making yourself look worse than usual. So just be yourself.

It was kind of funny. I always have the best time watching public schoolers. I didn't miss out this time, either. Homeschoolers are more intelligent, thinks I, though it often seems like someone's less intelligent when they're in a big crowd, so that isn't true across the board. Because I know some public schoolers that are intelligent. And I made that discernment when they weren't in a large crowd. But when you're in a large crowd of public school students, it's kinda fun to watch them. See, they act like public schoolers. Not that I don't; I don't know how public schoolers act. But - although they share some human abilities with us homeschoolers - they mostly act predictable. I was very glad to see this group more subdued. They were so, I deduce, because most of them weren't from that school, so they didn't know eachother all very well. And as I assume you know, familiarity makes 'em all pretty comfortable. (That explains that part.)
 Now, as I should get on, I shall share two small misdemeaners of The Public Students - as I stood in line, I heard one ask another, "Wait, is 'P' before 'E'?" In the alphabet, of course. I did not ridicule her. Of course. What do you take me for? The other was simply that at least two in my classroom had extreme trouble writing out a sentence they were told to copy in cursive. I don't think they knew much more than their signitures in penmanship. Though mine isn't the neatest, I can scribble along pretty jolly well. So I did find it a bit funny - and pitable, though mind you, I don't dislike them for it - to see them struggling so to write out the sentence. One guy in the back with a geeky looking face, a grizzly chin and square glasses (and a girl-friend) was bending close over his page, his hand painstakingly scratching out each letter. Poor guy.

 I had a bit of trouble with a toilet in the Ladies room. See, there was a toilet that just kept flushing and flushing and flushing! I decided I should tell the teacher - a lovely, young little thing named Desiree. Of course, she needed me to repeat it several times. I don't know if she was just shocked at hearing me announce such a thing as the toilet just flushing and flushing and flushing, or if she truly didn't hear. So I told her as loud as I dared (Come on! The whole class was sitting in their seats, and no doubt they all heard!), and she laughed - "Oh, those toilets do that! They just flush and flush till Kingdom come!" So I went to my seat, after thanking her majestically. Really. What was I to do? And I can't say I trust them public school students. Who knows, I bet they laughed about it together at that 'dumb homeschooler'. Oh well. -.-
 The test itself went well. She - the teacher, of course; the little Desiree - said we are not to reveal any information about the test /under pain of death/. I don't know if she was serious or not. Since she looked it, and only one or two of those brave gentlemen in my class giggled (imagine that!!) I wasn't sure. I think she might have. Killed us, I mean. She had the kind of earrings that made her look like she could do it. Yeah... I'm kind of thinking that she could easily track me down... I wonder when she'll try to find me. Do you think I will survive tonight? Maybe.... ^_^ Things don't look too bright.

 The afternoon passed quickly. The Papa picked me up and we went to CiCi's (good excuse to go out to eat, ya know?). It was uneventful, except I noticed two odd signs. We sat near the out-and-in-going door. When two rather over-sized people walked in, I noticed a sticker on the door that said "Cici's is the MOST HEALTHY men's Restaurant in L_______" (Caps added) I had to stare a minute. Okay, so by what standards is a PIZZA place a 'most healthy' place to eat? Boy, I guess our standards are getting really low. And... people aren't really staying very healthy, are they? I don't think these 'healthy' restaurants are doing much to keep the public healthy. What do you think?
 The other sign I saw said "Unsweet Tea." Is that just me, or does that feel wrong? I think it ought to be /Unsweetened/ Tea, if you don't mind. It isn't as big a deal - Unsweet tea is better for the overweight public than Not Unsweet Tea (Normally known as Sweetened Tea.)

 After that, we traveled down to the college I will probably be attending, come time. The Papa didn't like it as much as he originally thought he would, but as it was his idea, anyway.... ^.^ It isn't a bad place. I could go there four years. I have to look at things like coffee shops and rustic hide-aways. If the coffee shop looks like it could be something I could sit in and play cello for an hour or two, perhaps it's a go. If the hide-away is a good fit for me, and ipod and a book, I think it could work out. Otherwise... if there's no hide-aways, no nice cafe's.... It just doesn't work out.
 Of course, seeing my Papa's history in baseball - and his great love for the sport - we had to stay and watch the end of a highschool baseball game in the college's baseball field. They weren't that good, if you could pardon me for saying so. There are some that make you feel really good, how good they are. The others are just.... mediocre. Not to be offensive, or anything. But it is true.