Thursday. This is it; this is the end. Any more argument becomes worthless, for it remains that this it it.

School. Age.
As always, any discussion of school must begin with Chem... Well, what can I say. As noted before, Chem is a twisted beauty, a love-hate relationship, a multi-layered paradox. With every high test or quiz grade, a brutal strike of lab ensues. As my lab average sinks and bobs, my test average bobs and sinks in tandem at a complete opposite. Today was the lab practical. My current score is appearing more and more to be a 12/20. Should I succeed in a future experiment, a 14/20 is the best for which I can hope. Let us hope then, for the 14/20. A nightmare, 'tis true: Labs are supposed to be free points; they drag my A-minus to a B-plus. With every supposedly difficult quiz on which I succeed with flying colors, my average climbs a miniscule amount, for the lab nightmares have severely restricted my breathing space.

Oh Draconian Devil! Oh Lamentable Saint! Why should this slow fall from knightly stature be so painful, so excruciating? Is there no good answer? Is suicide my only option? Time will tell...

We continue with this pitiful state of affairs with a touch of AE classes. Grucela goes mildly; a pathetic 88 is scaled up to a 93 thanks to the incompetence of my fellow students. Unfortunately, this conservative grade brings with it the connotations of a B-plus average for the term; the 78 looms menacingly, and right now the two 93's sit at an overall 88 average, which I am positive will be shifted upward by the end of the marking quarter. If my intellect doesn't lie, then AE Bio is no trouble either. Chartier is an okay teacher who evidently tries far too hard at all the wrong things and lacks the absolute confidence displayed by the most competent of teachers, but her overall effort and easy tests leave me with no complaints. After all, a healthy 95 average is nothing worth contesting. Again, these two classes, despite the hype, remain AE level, so the empty victories not only are without satisfication, but also have potential to be GPA-breaking. I'm all over it.

After consideration, I have decided to lump two classes together under "stress and distress". Jerry and French are two classes in which above a B+ seem impossible currently. Jerry's amazing essay grading policy seems to go something like "No thesis. B-plus." His quiz grading policy is similar. "I don't like you. No significance. D-minus." It is thus that I build my case of anger against the English class, but I retain more of my r-r-r-r-rants to myself for now. On French, the "class", for the most part, involves sitting and observing a pathetically linguistically-impaired student struggle while reading directly off index cards, desperate for teacher's favor. I realize this, because I myself was among those. Now, as this unpleasantly boring (though pleasantly relaxing) phase draws to a close, I wonder what the future has in store? And what does the future have in store!? Vacation lingers twenty hours away! But in those twenty hours, I face the daunting task of obtaining a scientific calculator and a graphing calculator in preparation for the "Have a great vacation after failing these" Chem and Trig tests. I'm well prepared to establish my place among the elite. Bring it.

Other stuff
Surprisingly enough, I have had very little to say non-academic-related this week... because, in truth, not much at all happened. The entire weekend was wasted in preparation of Christmas and the guests who compose the dreaded Asian parties. Lights are everywhere, the season is jolly, Christmas tree is set up, the mass room downstairs is suddenly inexplicably clean.

Very little to say in the games department. I only played a tad of FFX, and while walking my little straight line path, I encountered a cutscene. I know, I was as surprised as you are. And then, believe it or not, was a save point. And that concluded my jolt of FFX for the week ^_^. On the other hand, I logged a good 40 minutes into Chrono Trigger that day, with the crappy loading times of Final Fantasy Chronicles. Enough to get Frog, lose Frog, and get back into the game after recovering from this disastrous development. I'm thinking about ranting on either Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, or Final Fantasy VI for my next Article (for the Articles page).

Expect to see many good things coming from this site in the near future... Expect to see my angst when I am crushed before the semi. Tomorrow is a big day indeed in such developments... Expect the world, and I'll give you the galaxy.

Merry Christmas... Dream on.