math class and nanowrimo

 In math class, we're learning how to find the roots of polynomial equations, and it involves (at least right now; maybe there's a better way to do it) doing some factoring and then basically guessing and checking until one finds the right number. I really don't like doing these sorts of problems (not that I like math in general or anything, ew) because the whole point of math, at least how I see it, is that there are ways to do things that work out properly all the time; there's not supposed to be uncertainty in math. But now there is and I don't like itttt. :(

Did you know that Nanowrimo is in three days? WELL NOW YOU DO. It is not going to be pretty, this November. >.<


For Halloween, apparently I am supposed to dress up as Christopher Robin, which basically means dressing in yellow and trying to look as short and short-haired as possible, I think:

except pants instead of shorts, because Curlyfryland is freaking cold on Halloween

Virgil is going to lend me her Pooh stuffed animal and it's going to be rather interesting.

Ummmmm. Yeah.


Momo, Virgil, and I started writing a photosynthesis song today, inspired rather by Not Our Bio Teacher's cell respiration song. It's called "Plant," because it is to the tune of "Animal" and we think we're so clever.


And I think that's it.

(NANOWRIMO IS IN THREE DAYS DID YOU KNOW FFFFFFF)


xiy

oh hey wait blogger's turned back into its old self :|a

Today is Friday and I did really nothing constructive after school besides read a very lovely sheep detective story* and also do my math homework, the former of which I enjoyed much more than the latter. At least factoring is easy; Geometry Teacher drilled it so firmly into our heads last year that it's very difficult to forget, though the dumb freshmen in my class who have not had the (dubious) fortune of taking geometry with Geometry Teacher are consequently rather dense in such matters. In fact, some of the freshmen in my math class are just overall very dense; Math Teacher will tell them very specifically not to blurt out the answer and they will raise their hands, every single one of them painfully eager to show off their not-so-precocious talents (some are noticeably more enthusiastic than others, though that's not saying much, when their base mode of existence in class seems to be 'OOHHH TEACHER TEACHER I KNOW THE ANSWER OOHH OOOHH CALL ON ME TEACHER I KNOW I'M SMART'), and promptly proceed to blurt out the answer.

It is pathetic. Even the teacher gets fed up on a daily basis.

Anyway, in other news, tomorrow is Homecoming which is supposed to be a big deal but it isn't, not really, though the parade is rather fun. I'm going to be taking the PSAT tomorrow morning, and of course that's going to be oh-so-fun. And then I get to march with Chinese Club's float and shout cheesy slogans ('Beijing Welcomes You!'), probably, but there's candy so that's okay. And of course I'm not going to the dance, because that would just be silly.

And then more things are going to happen this weekend and it makes me feel like I actually have a social life, except I don't. Wheee.


I don't have any drawings to show you today.


So, yeah, I think that's it.


xiy

*the two things which I love to see mentioned in any sort of fiction is either a) sheep or b) the French Revolution; I'm not sure why. Probably I'm weird.

Right...I'm Back

Sort of. Technically, I will be back when this post is posted, but as of right now, it's 5:44pm on Monday, March 21st, 2011. Nice, eh?

So I'm posting because I'm quite sure that the me of the future (you have no idea how weird this is, thinking about it...) is sleeping on the plane/bus/car/whatever...I'm pretty sure I'll still be on the plane, but whatevs. I'll get back in the 'evening' says the itinerary, so I'll be jet-lagged and dead on my feet when I'm home. Soooo...no time to post!

Well...erm...I'm getting ready to go to the final meeting/mini-tour-concert, and uhm...not much to do. EXCEPT, this crapload of homework. I have like, this packet for science (not to mention the other worksheet) and a ton of math homework. Also, I took a test and 2 quizzes today, tomorrow, I'm taking 2 tests and one quiz. >.< So much stuff. Oh well. Worth it to go to EUROPE!YEAH!

ZOMG! It's the night before I'm heading to Europe, and I'm intensely exited, like....DUDE! I'M GOING TO EUROPE!!!! Anyways, I wanted to write about souvenirs for y'all (sorry, not y'all readers, just y'all Curly Fries). Much like Momo said when she was in Germany, about how she wasn't rich enough for gigantic presents, I'm not too rich myself (just rolling in silver coins, not gold...jkz, I'm actually pouvre <--FRENCH!). Sooo... I shall get y'all gifties, but they'll be cute little trinkets (or chocolate for Momo), picked with love and paid for with blood....kidding! They will be special for each person though, and I'll see about the whole "unique from Europe" thing. :)

Erm...that's all...in any case, I'll be off to Europe around noon (take-off! WHEE!), so think of me! To the 6LCF, think of me at lunch...though maybe it'll be 7/8 by then. Have fun with Rabbits, House and Momo! You guys are doing a lab one day, maybe it's tomorrow...

BYE! I'M OFF TO EUROPE! (after sleeping...)

Luv,

Lynda

math tests, losing one's boots, and snow snow snow

Hello there; how's your Tuesday been so far? Pleasant, I hope. Mine's been okay, though this morning was soured by having to take an extremely hard math test, i.e., the AMC. This test is twenty-five questions long; the beginning is okay, but it gets progressively harder as one goes along. It's one of those tests in which you get some points for leaving an answer blank but you get nothing for answering incorrectly. So I didn't guess very much and left, like, half the answers blank. >.>

Yesterday, I left my snow boots in Chinese Club, so I trekked through the snow in sneakers this morning. It wasn't that bad, actually, since I mostly just walked along the road and the sidewalk near the school was salted (the sidewalk is now permanently stained blue; it's pretty disgusting to look at) and therefore easy to walk on. However, my feet were rather cold; fortunately, I managed to find said boots later in the day. 


. . .That wasn't really very interesting, was it? I just have a really boring life, I guess.


Anyway, yeah. It's snowed a lot recently where we 6LCF live; the piles of snow bordering the parking lot at school have grown to almost five feet tall, more or less. I do hope it doesn't all melt at once. Then everything would be soggy and unpleasant.


Yeah, I haven't much to say today. G'bye.


xiy

CPR, electric fencing, and (nearly) falling asleep in math class

Such was my life today (actually, the [nearly] falling asleep in math class bit was from yesterday; more on that later).

My gym class is learning CPR currently, and so we practiced compressions on these rubber-plastic mannequin-dummy-things during today's class period. It's not too difficult, but the dummies are so creepy. Their mouths are shaped like perfect Os, and the empty space of the mouth doesn't quite match up to the lines of the lips. You can see right down their (hypothetical) throats, and it looks like they're either singing extremely off-key or screaming. And then, when one does the 'head-tilt, chin-lift' maneuver, there's a gap between the dummy's head and neck, so it looks like they've got a hole in their neck. Also, the nostrils are blocked (apparently they didn't bother cutting out the nostrils), so one gets a beautiful view of those when one performs the aforementioned maneuver. Ugh. ._.


Virgil and I went to fencing today; thankfully, it wasn't too crowded. We even managed to get relatively well-fitting chest protectors, which is always a nice thing. Anyway, the point is that the coach persuaded us (read: told us, "Okay, here you go; hook yourself up to the apparatus and go fence electronically!") to do electric fencing. So we did (not like there was much of a choice). This was my second time, and so I actually had somewhat of an enjoyable experience. At least I knew where to put all the various wires and plugs and things.


Y'know what sounds really, really cool? Saying, "I'm doing trig[onometry]*!" Yeaaah. It sounds so very cool and nerdy and awesome.
So math class recently has been devoted to (very, very basic) right-triangle trigonometry--in particular, sine, cosine, and tangents of various angles/etc. So now I actually understand what those SIN, COS, and TAN buttons mean, which is good. It's not so mysterious anymore.
The problem is that the math teacher tends to get a bit long-winded in her explanations and sample problems, and so yesterday's class was mostly spent in a partial stupor and a flurry of doodling in the back of my geometry notebook. I shall leave you with the fruits of my labor (what an odd phrase) to conclude this post:

Virgil, (almost) sleeping. She sits in the desk diagonally in front of mine, and so is the perfect subject for math-class doodles. :D

And the color version!

xiy

*Apparently, the '-onometry' bit is not crucial to the name. "I'm doing trig" has just as much effect as "I'm doing trigonometry," though one could argue that the former sounds cooler because it mentions such a difficult subject in such a casual way.

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Adventures in Panera & Why Geometry is a Lie

It's Saturday! (cue theme music)
La la la la, la la la la, Virgil's world! La la la la, la la la la, Virgil's world! Virgil loves Panera, but not math too! That's Virgil's worlddddd!!!!!!
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Today, I was supposed to meet Momo and xiy for a little studying-for-math-finals party at our local Panera. The party (okay, it wasn't a party) was supposed to start at 2. I didn't see them until after 3. This is what happened:

2:00 - arrive at Panera. Look around and realize that I'm the first one there. This does not please me. I order a cafe mocha and sit in a booth, then I finish the weekend math homework that I started in class on Friday.
2:05 -  the mocha is very tasty. 
2:10 - Momo calls and says she'll be there in about seven minutes.
2:15 - well, I suppose I'll do my Latin homework, too...
2:25 - maybe I should do this science homework as well....
2:30 - sike. I don't understand this science homework.
2:45 - where is everybody?
2:50 - maybe we were actually meeting at three....
2:55 - *calls xiy's house* May I please talk to xiy? Oh, she's at Panera? I'm here, too, but....
3:05 - Momo and xiy were on the other side of Panera the whole time, and they just didn't see me because I was in a booth and I'm so short that I was hidden. 


*headdesk*


After that, it was quite enjoyable. We studied for math (meaning: complained about our math teacher and probably solved a total of two and a half proofs) and then watched the police show up outside and talk to this guy in a hood, who we're pretty sure was a spy. 


While we were complaining about the horrors of geometry, xiy brought up a very valid point, which I would like to share:

A point is really nonexistent, because it's zero-dimensional and doesn't actually take up space, technically.
A line, however, is made up of an infinite amount of points... but how is it that a line can be one-dimensional?
According to what we've been taught, anything times zero ought to equal zero. However, this point-line case study proves the zero times infinity is, in fact, infinity. 


Therefore, by the zero property of multiplication....


GEOMETRY IS A LIE... 

...CREATED BY THE ADMINISTRATION FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF TORTURING US. 


I rest my case.


GET WELL SOON, HOUSE!!


Epsilon greater-than,
Virgil