Let me just totally de-rail the WCEO segment, and talk about this new phenomenon on our home pages.
This thing is called Twitter.
Now for those of you who don't already know, Twitter is a website in which you get to post "tweets" (you know.... like little chicks... they tweet, tweet, and it's really fucking annoying?) These "tweets" are basically just like the status updates on Facebook... except that's all they do... just... tell you... what's... going on...
.. Yeah... Boredom, much?
After Myspace and Facebook came out, we OBVIOUSLY had to create a new website full of status updates! Of course! It's what the world's been waiting for!
News Flash for Idiots: I don't need to know what the fuck Ashton Kutcher is doing at 2 AM in the morning. I can't even spell his fucking name right. (or did i? o_O)
Granted, if you're famous, obviously having a Twitter is a social necessity. It will keep your stalkers busy.
But since this website is so stupid, why the fuck are people pressuring me to get a Twitter, like they pressured me into getting a Myspace and Facebook? I mean, what the hell? Let me outline a few details on why this is an incredibly stupid idea.
1.) I'm fifteen years old. Who the HELL in the GOD DAMN WORLD would care what a fifteen year old kid is doing every second of the day?
2.) I'm not famous. My opinion hasn't even made a crack in the opinionated, fucked up country we call "the land of the free." What the fuck? I'm not even popular in my school!
3.) I'm not, in any way, handsome, cute, pretty, or hot, in that order. I. Am. Hanus. Granted, if you were a single, young, hot chick, yeah, people should be stalking you. But that's for your boobs and your ass. I don't have ANY features that make me "cute" or "dateable." This is common sense, if you have seen me.
4.) I live in the most unknown part of the world! Union City, CA? Where the fuck is that? Even people in Saratoga and Cupertino, cities only a twenty minute drive away, don't know where the fuck that is. It's not like I'm going to suddenly make my city FAMOUS or something, dur!
Twitter? Really? I mean, sure, the guy who created Twitter was a total genius. Everyone MUST know what the hell the celebrities are doing EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY. This is a necessity, nowadays! Have you SEEN my mother gossip? I think all that shit about "I don't know how to use Word" is total bull crap.
Lemme give you a short timeline of my social networking life.
I got Neopets. I quit Neopets. Friends pressured me into getting a Myspace. I get a Myspace. Myspace gets found out by my parents and deleted. I make a new Myspace. That Myspace is now unused. I make a Facebook. I actually USE Facebook. Facebook helped me track down some of my dearest friends (and not track down as in stalk, track down as in find >_> assholes).
We don't need this new flash-in-the-pan website to control our lives. Myspace and Facebook already do that. One is enough. We REALLY don't need to know what a fifteen year old teenager is doing. Blogs are already set up for that. And I really don't give a fuck if people read this. I'm only using it to vent. And screw you if you don't like my opinion... Go suck it.
And for the rest of you sane people... Well... Stay sane... Now go fall in a ditch and make me happy.
~Vince
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Recent things and WCEO
So, obviously, I haven't posted in a hell of a fricken long time. So lemme give you guys a minute to catch up on what's been going down.
The Forensics season has "officially" ended for most of us. Nationals is over. Congrats to Drake and Ishmael for becoming National Champions in Duo Interpretation, and Patrick Berger and Justin Chan for getting second place at Nationals. Also, congrats to all of those who actually qualified to the National Tournament, as, to me, that is an immense feat to accomplish.
The school year has ended. Finals was a thorn in the foot. Very annoying, but not really hard. Honors Algebra II finals were easier than expected. I think I shot myself in the foot for Honors English I and (kinda but not really) Mandarin II. I expect I did very well on the Biology final.
Grades are as follows: (in order by Period)
Honors English I: B
Physcial Education: A
Forensics: A
Honors Algebra II: B (I JUST passed it... barely...)
Mandarin II: A
Biology: A
Yeah. Essentially, in Honors classes, the grades are actually one up (C = B, B = A, A = Super A), but my parents won't care when they see that report card. All they'll see is those little words beneath "Honors Algebra II," which will say:
"Vincent has only done 28.6% of his homework during the second semester."
God. Those twelve fucking words will kill me.
Yeah, I passed Algebra II in a sense. Was I a lazy fatass and didn't do my homework? Yeah, sure, I was. But I passed!
They don't give a fuck.
God. They're gonna ride me on that. So. Damn. Much.
I can hear them now.
"Why didn't you get A's in those two subjects?"
"Well... Technically, they are A's. You see, in Honors classes a B is act-"
"I don't care! Why you didn't get A?"
"... Uhm... I... Don't... Know... Really..."
"You only do twenty percent of homework?! What is that?"
"Uh... I got lazy... like... I always am..."
Jesus... Just kill me now...
Well, when report cards come, don't expect to see me alive....
Anyway, after school was out, I had three days of nothing to do until my community service started up.
I do community service by helping as a TA for this organization called WCEO. That is, Wisdom Culture and Education Organization. It's a non-profit organization run by Chinese people. Specific names, I can't say, because I don't know. All I know is that I was to be a Teacher's Assistant for a week at Miller Middle School in Cupertino, and tell little kids what to do, and make sure things were alright. I've done this for a year already (last year), and I also experienced the camp first-hand as a camper (two years ago).
I didn't really remember how last year went, except which group I was in, and some of the people I met along the way. This year was gonna be a snap!
Boy... Did I totally Fuck up that thought. With a capital F...
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Monday-
So I get up at six AM. Normal time for me. I'm tired, but what the hell? I'm always tired. I drag my lazy ass outta bed to the shower, take a quick pee, rinse myself off, etc. You really don't need to know the details. Pick out my brown DC long-sleeved shirt, my green plaid button-up shirt, my jeans I got in Taiwan, and I'm set to roll.
So I get to Miller Middle. It's approx. seven... err... seven-fifteen-ish. I get called to help out a little while before all the other TA's show up. No biggie. I like helping out, so I do.
Other TA's show up. We all get in our lines according to our groups. Chinese foods. Bao zi, you tiao, shui jiao, etc. I was in man tou. Green shirt. Four other TA's in my group. One other dude, three other girls. I shrugged. Hey. I got a green shirt. Cool.
I see the others in my group. Never met them before, really. So we don't talk much, just listen to the TA leader talk. Boys get called off to move tables. After the dudes do that, I come back to notice everyone else in their group shirts. As I scramble into my shirt (i take off the button-up, keep the DC), we get called to move chairs. Holding things becomes a pain, but I scramble to keep things off the ground.
We're assigned to get ready. Two TA's off to the sign in booth (Maggie and Shelly, I believe it was that day), two TA's to give out nametags to the little kids (Michelle and Jason). I man the inside, telling the kids where to sit. I'm back in my old, somewhat familiar routine of last year. Like I said before, no biggie.
I see a name in the name tags while I sort them out. Oh crap. I had this kid last year. He was such a fricken pain in the ass... (He will remain nameless due to privacy issues.)
The day just turned into a huge biggie....
I meet the kids, high-five (some of) them, get them to sit down. See the kid that gives me hell. He's not wearing glasses any more. I hope to the higher being that he won't give me hell this year. Music starts, we dance. The rest of the TA's come back in.
We dance.
And dance.
And dance some fucking more.
Ah! Break time!
I let the kids go wild.
We go back in.
We dance.
And dance...
God, will this end?
Finally! It's twelve-ish, and we're FINALLY called to class. Thank the Lord (you know what? Screw you if you're Athiest. I'll believe whatever the fuck I wanna believe. It's your choice to read this stupid crap.)
We get to our classroom. Number 46.
The class passes in oblivion. I, literally, don't remember what happened.
Lunch time.
I yell at the kids to line up. It's still somewhat new to some of them. Just like old times without the others. Just... probably old times never had yelling...
"Two lines! Two lines!"
They get into their two lines, and we head out. I push the water crate. As I push, I look back. Guess what I see?
Not two lines. A blob.
Ugh... here we go again. Silent memories from last year surface. I push them down in desperation. This year'll be different.
We get to the eating area. Pizza boxes? But... but... pizza was always on Friday! In before years, pizza was on Friday!
Well... last year we DID have Lynbrook as our campus... and last year we DID have different people doing the dancing. (Everyone remember Da Ge? The person whom ((most of us)) seriously couldn't tell what gender SHE was?)
Ah whatever...
Kids sit down. Hand sanitizer gets doled out. Just like routine.
Kids eat. Before I even get a slice, I've already told three kids that seconds will come later. Jesus, here we go again.
TA slices come. The grumbling TA's are silenced with cheese, dough, and animal fat dribbling down our lips.
Back to class! I once again see my two lines burn and die. No worries... i hope...
Class passes in oblivion, once again. I believed I yelled at some kids again...
That's me, the yeller... Jeez...
Break. Then back to the gym to dance some more.
Dance. Dance. Leave! Finally!
Oh yeah.... Some kids stay, some kids go, but we still have a TA meeting. God. Today was tiring...
Meeting, meeting, done.
Parents pick me up, I get home, collapse on my bed, groggily make sure my alarm clock is set for tomorrow, then drift into oblivion.
More/the rest tomorrow if I find time.
~Vince
The Forensics season has "officially" ended for most of us. Nationals is over. Congrats to Drake and Ishmael for becoming National Champions in Duo Interpretation, and Patrick Berger and Justin Chan for getting second place at Nationals. Also, congrats to all of those who actually qualified to the National Tournament, as, to me, that is an immense feat to accomplish.
The school year has ended. Finals was a thorn in the foot. Very annoying, but not really hard. Honors Algebra II finals were easier than expected. I think I shot myself in the foot for Honors English I and (kinda but not really) Mandarin II. I expect I did very well on the Biology final.
Grades are as follows: (in order by Period)
Honors English I: B
Physcial Education: A
Forensics: A
Honors Algebra II: B (I JUST passed it... barely...)
Mandarin II: A
Biology: A
Yeah. Essentially, in Honors classes, the grades are actually one up (C = B, B = A, A = Super A), but my parents won't care when they see that report card. All they'll see is those little words beneath "Honors Algebra II," which will say:
"Vincent has only done 28.6% of his homework during the second semester."
God. Those twelve fucking words will kill me.
Yeah, I passed Algebra II in a sense. Was I a lazy fatass and didn't do my homework? Yeah, sure, I was. But I passed!
They don't give a fuck.
God. They're gonna ride me on that. So. Damn. Much.
I can hear them now.
"Why didn't you get A's in those two subjects?"
"Well... Technically, they are A's. You see, in Honors classes a B is act-"
"I don't care! Why you didn't get A?"
"... Uhm... I... Don't... Know... Really..."
"You only do twenty percent of homework?! What is that?"
"Uh... I got lazy... like... I always am..."
Jesus... Just kill me now...
Well, when report cards come, don't expect to see me alive....
Anyway, after school was out, I had three days of nothing to do until my community service started up.
I do community service by helping as a TA for this organization called WCEO. That is, Wisdom Culture and Education Organization. It's a non-profit organization run by Chinese people. Specific names, I can't say, because I don't know. All I know is that I was to be a Teacher's Assistant for a week at Miller Middle School in Cupertino, and tell little kids what to do, and make sure things were alright. I've done this for a year already (last year), and I also experienced the camp first-hand as a camper (two years ago).
I didn't really remember how last year went, except which group I was in, and some of the people I met along the way. This year was gonna be a snap!
Boy... Did I totally Fuck up that thought. With a capital F...
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Monday-
So I get up at six AM. Normal time for me. I'm tired, but what the hell? I'm always tired. I drag my lazy ass outta bed to the shower, take a quick pee, rinse myself off, etc. You really don't need to know the details. Pick out my brown DC long-sleeved shirt, my green plaid button-up shirt, my jeans I got in Taiwan, and I'm set to roll.
So I get to Miller Middle. It's approx. seven... err... seven-fifteen-ish. I get called to help out a little while before all the other TA's show up. No biggie. I like helping out, so I do.
Other TA's show up. We all get in our lines according to our groups. Chinese foods. Bao zi, you tiao, shui jiao, etc. I was in man tou. Green shirt. Four other TA's in my group. One other dude, three other girls. I shrugged. Hey. I got a green shirt. Cool.
I see the others in my group. Never met them before, really. So we don't talk much, just listen to the TA leader talk. Boys get called off to move tables. After the dudes do that, I come back to notice everyone else in their group shirts. As I scramble into my shirt (i take off the button-up, keep the DC), we get called to move chairs. Holding things becomes a pain, but I scramble to keep things off the ground.
We're assigned to get ready. Two TA's off to the sign in booth (Maggie and Shelly, I believe it was that day), two TA's to give out nametags to the little kids (Michelle and Jason). I man the inside, telling the kids where to sit. I'm back in my old, somewhat familiar routine of last year. Like I said before, no biggie.
I see a name in the name tags while I sort them out. Oh crap. I had this kid last year. He was such a fricken pain in the ass... (He will remain nameless due to privacy issues.)
The day just turned into a huge biggie....
I meet the kids, high-five (some of) them, get them to sit down. See the kid that gives me hell. He's not wearing glasses any more. I hope to the higher being that he won't give me hell this year. Music starts, we dance. The rest of the TA's come back in.
We dance.
And dance.
And dance some fucking more.
Ah! Break time!
I let the kids go wild.
We go back in.
We dance.
And dance...
God, will this end?
Finally! It's twelve-ish, and we're FINALLY called to class. Thank the Lord (you know what? Screw you if you're Athiest. I'll believe whatever the fuck I wanna believe. It's your choice to read this stupid crap.)
We get to our classroom. Number 46.
The class passes in oblivion. I, literally, don't remember what happened.
Lunch time.
I yell at the kids to line up. It's still somewhat new to some of them. Just like old times without the others. Just... probably old times never had yelling...
"Two lines! Two lines!"
They get into their two lines, and we head out. I push the water crate. As I push, I look back. Guess what I see?
Not two lines. A blob.
Ugh... here we go again. Silent memories from last year surface. I push them down in desperation. This year'll be different.
We get to the eating area. Pizza boxes? But... but... pizza was always on Friday! In before years, pizza was on Friday!
Well... last year we DID have Lynbrook as our campus... and last year we DID have different people doing the dancing. (Everyone remember Da Ge? The person whom ((most of us)) seriously couldn't tell what gender SHE was?)
Ah whatever...
Kids sit down. Hand sanitizer gets doled out. Just like routine.
Kids eat. Before I even get a slice, I've already told three kids that seconds will come later. Jesus, here we go again.
TA slices come. The grumbling TA's are silenced with cheese, dough, and animal fat dribbling down our lips.
Back to class! I once again see my two lines burn and die. No worries... i hope...
Class passes in oblivion, once again. I believed I yelled at some kids again...
That's me, the yeller... Jeez...
Break. Then back to the gym to dance some more.
Dance. Dance. Leave! Finally!
Oh yeah.... Some kids stay, some kids go, but we still have a TA meeting. God. Today was tiring...
Meeting, meeting, done.
Parents pick me up, I get home, collapse on my bed, groggily make sure my alarm clock is set for tomorrow, then drift into oblivion.
More/the rest tomorrow if I find time.
~Vince
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