WSORG ARTICLE WRITTEN 9.14.02- "A Day in the Life of James V"

10:19p.m. My manner of thinking- how the thoughts come to me- is a cell phone overflowing with AIM messages; I can't answer along with the rate they're coming in- I eventually do, but I miss out on the best parts. There's no sound way to start this Day in the Life since so much is going on. My "news and views" are strewn all over the place. I guess one way is to get the housekeeping done: the restricted access section is not closing; in actuality, I've only started. A place to get everything out in words means much to me. And I hope you visitors will respect such privacy since articles are gradually unlocked. The next pieces planned are: "Three Year Friends," "My Thoughts on Friendship," "Life Goes On," "Personal Thoughts on Paper," and "CTY Narration 50 Pages." Of course sections such as the friendship and cty paper will be released on the public site. Now about my day- I'll have explications of these hours while leaving out the unmentionables in this news section. The way I see it, I'm telling more than I show. In any matter, it's "still interesting" as my visitors comment. The best way for people to learn about my person and this life is to notice everything that happens. And I will do just that:

24 Hours 2a.m.-2a.m. (12th-13th): Doubtless everyone has experienced the episode when it's 2a.m. and you still didn't do your homework or study. And you say to yourself: Okay, I just need a little nap- 30 minutes. You then surprise yourself at 5:30 still in bed and decide to cut loses for an extra minute. Yeah, well that's what happened to me- except that I didn't start studying or doing my homework until 7:20 A.M. Plus, I had four tests in a row. This was a Friday (for my exclusively doped visitors who have trouble with dates). My brisk through the Longwood Medical Area shortcut was hampered by my fickle vest; my back hurt with forty pounds of textbooks on my shoulder bag. Yes, this was like any other day. My teachers and visitors have told me how much of a wiz I am with details- so I won't disappoint. My cell phone read 7:15 as I trudged near the oldest school in the nation. Overhead, Yao got out of his Dad's Camry and we started towards the main entrance. Neither of us bothered to talk- it was too early in the morning. My books were plopped onto the table- spilling its contents: Pre-calculus, my three main homework folders (one with hush-hush wolfyserver.org printouts), the Bedford Reader, a multi-purpose notebook and so on. One of the things my Crafting the Essay teacher did was pull items out of her three purses (it took twenty minutes), and left us to use our conjecturing skills with the aim of seeing what kind of a person she was. Around the semi-circle, everyone seemed to be studying for Frontera's test or rushing last night's homework- copying I mean. I grunted hello to the people sitting near me in homeroom. AP English was first- an easy and fun class for me, but no chance of doing homework or studying. Maybe the topics were too engrossing or that I didn't want to offend my wonderful teacher Ms. Shevlin. (Who also know about my website.) I hope she doesn't read my news section since I neglected to finish the previous two journal entries (of which I will do this weekend). Well lots of people didn't do them- and I already read the narrative a long time ago. (James Thurber - University Days) I could easily pretend to read my journal entry. Ah but I feel so bad since AP Composition is my favorite class! That one hour provided a small window of studying for the consecutive Math, French, and Latin tests. History AP was the buffer I needed to memorize all the memory-trodden summation formulas. And from browsing through my French printouts- I thought I could get away with it. Of course, I did- more or less. My eyes were constantly shifting from Mrs. Kirkpatrick to my French notes, so innocently placed just behind my AP notebook. No doubt I made extra effort to make eye-contact with my fast-talking teacher. Somehow she hasn't called on me once during the whole two weeks of school. After the charade, my Math test awaited. I did above average without studying, but I forgot to solve the first problem- the easiest one too! Too stressed out I guess. My French test was a disaster since I couldn't hear the tape recorder clearly, and somehow in number one there were eight boxes but only seven people talking. Both my math and Latin tests required the exercising of counter-strikes, a term I use loosely among colleagues. Don't worry, I'm not going to do it all the time! I don't know if it's a cliché or not to say that lunch is my favorite subject at Boston Latin. I rarely have time to enjoy it since I treat my afternoon breaks as study halls. My seating is another matter. As I've told Xuan, the clique groups haven't formed yet and thus my seating arrangement hasn't been established. To be honest, I'm tired of sitting at the Asian table like last year. Like I really want to know what new cell phone you got or which girl has an ugly nose- or how you describe people who buy from Armani Exchange. During the course of the year- I sit interchangeably around the cafeteria. One day- Guaillos, other day hwaquais, and the next- people. Ah, just kidding- didn't mean to call them that. Most of the time I sit near the windows with Vinoo, Anthony, Sean, Neal, and the rest. It doesn't pain me to be criticized for my associations. Leon says the only reason I'm not really in with the Azn crowd is because of my association with the white ghosts and the homeslices. But who cares really? I sit wherever it's comfortable or enjoyable to sit. And often times, my current table fits just fine. There's much shouting, ridicule, pondering, insulting, and discussing there. Oftentimes, hearing what my peers say or say wrong makes my day. Derek tells he hangs around with Drug-dealers at Brookline High because they have the best stories to tell. Indeed, we each have our tastes and individualities. I don't know about Leon- maybe he'll never change. Some of the stuff I want to tell you guys (cause you know you love to hear it) I really can't. For example, about certain people. In any matter- things picked up after school. As usual, I come into our school's expensive library to abuse the computers and their T1 connection. Come what may, the tech guy employed at BLS still doesn't know what I'm doing and thinks I'm like the model student. Can I get a scoff here? I'm uploading 400mbs of wolfyserver illegal content, chatting on AIM, on IRC, and downloading entire BoA albums under his nose. He doesn't check my IE history like everyone else- cause every time he does- it's a clean slate! Hah, good old neglected Netscape history. Well, works for me! Ah and I have to tell Muching I changed my password so it won't work for her. (She lost hers, and I thought I'd lend a hand. Actually it's not that hard to steal a couple of passwords for future use...) So I got the new 9.12.02 ATI Catalyst drivers and caught up with people online. Wiggins hangs around me to enrich his HTML studies and Andrew "leeches" off me as they say- it's just an innocent following of me around. Pei wanted me to hang with him around the school even though there weren't many people left at 3:45. But in the lobby were Vinoo, Anthony, Jeffrey, and others who've come back from soccer. And so I borrowed the ball and got a mini volleyball game playing. After "wussing" out the ball too much, I tracked home. Also, Anthony gave me a coupon for 50 cents off a Pepsi Blue which gives me a reason to try one. That reminds me: the three good deeds I've performed that day (I try for at least three) were: Lending my cell phone to this lady, teaching Wiggins what the F11 key does in Internet Explorer (hah, try it if you aren't aware), and the last one was the most interesting. Now it might seem that I like this girl, but I'll tell you and all my friends who're reading this: it's not her- but other girls. As the bell rang on AP Composition, I really wanted to rush to my next class for a pithy study- and as I wiggled past Maria and Maria in my row- I noticed Muching who was much like myself in a rush. I'm very observant, and I noticed her butterfly hairclip in her Bedford Reader dropped to the floor. I gave her person around five seconds so that she may notice its absence. Thus, while she was turned around fumbling in her book bag, I walked in front of her and placed the hairclip on her book- walking out quickly for my next class. So either she noticed me picking up the clip or she got the shit scared out of her when the silver object appeared out of nowhere. Just the little things you know, that make my day interesting? Now that I've proved myself to be a master of interest- time for the real purpose of my entry. But as of now, there is no purpose- no purpose that I will be willing to explain at this moment. So that sums up this Day in the Life of James - nothing really happened today.

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Mood: Ambivalent, inspired, tired- smiling.