My diary: an interactive project. Sort of.

1/21/12. I've Been Saying the Things that are Not.

Later on the bus, Freshman Buddy 1 (FB1) was talking to S about the video, when she saw the aforementioned dog scratch on my arm. She jokingly asked if I did it myself, and I just smiled and shrugged. ( Hey look, another lie!) 

On to English class! As previously stated, we have been reading Gulliver's Travels, one of the most boring books I have ever read. In one section he visits this island where a bunch of intelligent horses have replaced humans, except that they don't really have emotion. So I was talking to F9 after class, and we got into a discussion about whether we would want to be like the horses. I am fully convinced that I won the argument. I said that I would want to be like the horses, because while they aren't happy, they are also not sad. They don't know what it's like to be happy, either. AS far as they know they aren't missing anything in the fact that they don't know love or joy. They are simply sane and content. I related it to dying. When you die, you don't have to care anymore. You don't have to feel bad that others are grieving over you, and you don't have to feel any of the pain of life. F9 asked me if I would want to die to not feel anything. WE got to our next class before I could answer. I'm not sure what I would have said. Obviously I don't want to die, but it is appealing, isn't it? I just know that whether or not I have to deal with other people's pain after I die, I still don't want to be the cause of it.

Also, S has been having problems with our English teacher that involve V1. He is one of her favorite students. So when S complained to her that V1 has been making rude comments to her during class, the teacher basically told her that she's just taking it too personally and it's not his fault. Keep in mind, this isn't the first time S has had problems with  V1. Our chemistry teacher has already talked to him about it, and now he doesn't bother people in that class. But V1 is just so dead set on making everyone else feel like idiots. S was really upset about our English teacher saying that  and S said she lost a lot of respect for her. I did too.

I want to tell you about my other Freshman Buddy (FB2). She is incredibly nice and smart, which makes her a common target for mean comments. I was talking to her the other day, and she told me that she used to get bullied a lot in middle school. The reason I want to talk about this is that I'm confussed as to why anyone would bully someone else, especially someone nice. I have never heard FB2 say anything mean about anyone, and she accepts other people as her friends, even the social outcasts. She is genuinely nice, and a much better person than I am.  The only reason I can see that people would make fun of her is because she is outgoing and not afraid to talk to people. I guess I just want to say that just because someone is different doesn't mean they deserve to be mistreated. How original.

Here it is, what you've all been waiting for. I'm going to tell you about the Thespian Conference.

Friday was bad. S and I went with F7 right after school to the other high school where it was held. When we first got there, all the different schools stayed in the lobby for about an hour campaigning. We were campaigning in order to get a person from our school elected to the executive board that makes all of the decisions for the next year's conference. Six people are elected, and every Thespian votes for two. The problem was, the person from our school was performing in the opening number, so he wasn't there to campaign. The others from our group sort of made up for it by parading around the school chanting his name, but still, all of the other candidates were out meeting people. Our candidate definitely didn't help himself, but I'll explain that more later. (Two things: 1. Only our school would support their candidate by having a parade of black people marching around the halls. Seriously, they were kind of scary. Just saying. 2. Our school just kind of stole the opening number, don't ask me how or why, but the other schools all resented us for having so much control.)

After the opening number, which featured members of our school's production class wearing short shorts and grinding on each other (really, the girls from our school were the only ones who seemed to not like wearing a lot of clothing), we went to workshops. And they weren't lying when they said you have to run. Those things fill up fast. But the people from our school had prime seats reserved in the theatre simply because we wanted them, so we all ran out of a side door and went wherever we wanted, which just so happened at that time to be the workshop on zombie makeup. Let me just say, some of the people in that class were really annoying. Like, I know a lot of people from our school are annoying, but wow. They are so self centered.