As you can tell from the title, I've had a busy time in the time since my last entry. I shall attempt to keep this relatively short (Laconic Entry ACTIVATE!)
First: Prom. Also known as Operation PROM NOM NOM or Promenomenade. In short, fun was had. In more detail, I took
halopikachu to my school's prom on May 2. The theme was "Memories of the Chocolate Factory" and my English, Drama, and Speech teacher was dressed as Willy Wonka to announce at promenade and he was also at prom proper. The car I took (Mom's) was having issues starting when I was going to leave home, but we (meaning Dad) managed to start it, I picked up the flower, then the date, and then we went to the park in town for dinner with a group of my friends. We ate Chinese (well, most of us - one girl had pizza instead), parents took pictures, then we went to a house and changed. After taking pictures once we had dressed, we headed up to promenade, promenaded, then sat around for a while until it seemed like plenty of promenade guests were leaving, so we hopped in the car and I drove to the community building, where prom was - one of the junior parents told me that they weren't letting people into prom until 8 (so we still had half an hour to kill), and so then we cruised. We pulled into a parking lot at the park and talked and took pictures and recorded a short video, then enough time had been killed so we went to prom, played with balloons, danced some (slow danced once, the other times were Cotton-Eyed Joe and I'm probably forgetting some others), ate candy, took pictures. Then it was midnight, so I drove us back to the house where we had changed and changed back into our street clothes, then up to the school for after-prom bash. We got t-shirts, watched the hypnotist, spent like an hour (it seemed like) running through the obstacle course, sat around, talked, and had fun. I got about $150 and a generic Mp3 player at the end (4 am, or thereabouts), so we headed back to the house, got our stuff, and I drove her home and talked. There was something about that conversation I enjoyed, wish I could distinguish what exactly that was. Oh well.
About a week later (May 8) was State Academic Bowl, which we qualified for by winning Districts (April 18) and Sectionals (April 23). We left May 7 for State, the send-off assembly this time was a sort-of quiz bowl match between two teams of teachers. The questions were all essentially over inside jokes from our brain bowl team, like "Which member is more worried before a quiz bowl match than before a basketball game?" or "What is our coach's pet peeve?" or "What is the answer to any math question that you don't know?" I thought it was pretty funny that after I got up on stage and said something about wanting to beat the school who defeated us in the state championships my freshman year, and then explained a little more once it was pointed out or I realized that nobody would know what I was talking about based on what I had initially said, this junior boy that wrestles and is the only person I know currently attending the high school who has beat my ACT score (I scored 32 on the ACT last December, this kid scored 33 on the ACT in April of this year) and probably the smartest kid in next year's senior class (If he's not
the smartest, he's certainly in the running) was saying he and a friend of his would go beat up the kids from Thomas Jefferson (the school who beat us in the state championship my freshman year). I thought it was hilarious. We took a school bus down to Columbia, got to the hotel, spent some time there, then we took some pictures and went to Steak and Shake for dinner. I ate with the two sophomores who had gone (well, and my brother after he decided to switch to our table). After dinner, we went back to the hotel, swam in the small hotel pool, and then went to bed. The next day started off with a storm. When we got to the university campus where state brain bowl was being held (MU) it was raining and we got inside. Apparently one team's sponsor had fallen on the slick sidewalk and broken her arm. I was on guard our first two matches, expecting the teams to be pretty good, but in the end I think we beat them pretty handily (Can't be bothered to look up the scores right now). The third match of the day, and final preliminary match of the morning, saw us facing off against Thomas Jefferson Independent (who has made it to the state championship round for like the last ten years and won I think four state championships in a row before this year). That was our closest match of the morning, it ended fifteen points in our favor and so we exited the preliminary rounds with a total of 690 points. We went to the McDonald's on campus for lunch (a short walk, and the weather had cleared off and gotten warm), and when we returned after lunch we played the fourth seed (we were seeded first) and then Leeton. It was Leeton's first time in the state championship (apparently they're from somewhere near Warrensburg) and it was kind of funny their captain (who I think was a junior) had a similar name and looked similar to me. Oddly enough, for being the second-place team they scored 60 points to our 255. Their coach, I seem to remember talking about before the match that they had heard of me, and I heard afterwards something about their being scared of me. I can't imagine why... Seriously, though, we won and got first place in Class 1. Everyone else seemed to be making a big deal about it, and I really didn't get why (making ridiculous poses for pictures and so on) but on the other hand, not everyday do you win a state championship, I suppose. After the picture-taking was over, I got my indivdual award (first place on the All-State team, 15.4 questions per match average, compared to the Leeton captain, who was in second with 11 toss-ups per game... also, the first place all-state players in Class 2, 3 and 4 had averages of 11, 13.6 and 9.8 questions per game respectively, but enough bragging) and after that, we left. We ate at Culver's in St. Joe on the ride home and got periodic updates via Indian Alerts (our school's text messaging system, usually used for announcements like 'track meet today has been canceled' or 'school will be dismissed early due to inclement weather") on the greeting that was planned. The first update was something like "Meet academic team on main street @ 9:30, bring flashlight", most of the other updates were more like "confirmed arrival time 9:30" or something like that. Apparently we weren't supposed to know about our greeting until we got back to town, but considering they used Indian Alerts I'd consider that a FAIL. Anyway, once we got back to Tarkio we rode on a firetruck down Main Street with the sirens going and when we got off the fire truck at the end of Main Street, it seemed like half the town was there. There were lots of congratulations, handshakes, hugs, etc. etc. etc. It was a triumph, almost in the Roman tradition.
The fun part of last weekend (using the term "fun" loosely) was that after returning from State Academic Bowl Friday night, I had Saturday and half of Sunday to pack for senior trip. I managed to get everything packed and my Mp3 player "fixed" so now it will actually sync and get music on it (I need to actually fix it so it will actually work now, the Halo: CE soundtrack doesn't work, along with other problems - I suspect the problem is that dad put the Halo: CE soundtrack on my Sansa TWICE). The trip down to Branson for senior trip wasn't too eventful - a few boys tried purchasing pornographic magazines at the gas station we stopped at near Clinton, but the principal and sponsors got wind of it somehow and so those who had purchased that literature had to return their magazines. That was pretty much the worst rule infraction of the whole trip, I think - no alcohol was brought or found (that I'm aware of) and in short I think we behaved ourselves quite nicely. I also discovered that I enjoy laser tag - at least the place we went to was really cool, Tuesday night a group of us that didn't go to Dixie Stampede went laser tagging at this place, and I thought it was neat the setup of this place had statistics for each vest-gun pair, and what I suppose would be called a callsign or name - I was Titan, for example, and ended up getting 7 of 16 (there were fourteen kids, our ag teacher, who was one of our class sponsors, and a girl that worked there). Based on the statistics, I would say I gave a little bit better than I got - I was terrible at watching my back, for example, but I'd say I was reasonably good at "sniping" people who showed their LEDs on their vest through a hole I could shoot through. Possibly the most exciting part of the trip was Wednesday night, when they had been talking on the Weather Channel all day about storms that had spawned tornadoes (including one that hit Kirksville, which I thought was interesting in light of the fact that I'm going to go to college there this fall, and made me curious as to the extent of the damage that tornado caused) in the state. After we went to this place we'd gone Monday night for go-karting and mini-golfing, when we got back to the hotel (after stopping at Andy's frozen custard, I got a butterscotch shake) I went to my room and glued myself to the Weather Channel. I decided to get ready for bed so I wouldn't be showering when the storm hit, and I was brushing my teeth after having showered when I first heard thunder around 11 pm. About half an hour later, the county that Branson is in went under a tornado warning, and we had been told at least once earlier in the day that in the event of severe weather, we were to go to the second floor of the hotel (we were on the fifth floor, the lobby was on the third floor, the second floor was apparently mostly underground.) I grabbed my wallet, room key, cell phone, and camera, put on my shoes, and headed downstairs. My class and one of our sponsors (The principal's wife) were in the hallway for about an hour, all told; I felt like it wasn't a good idea to be near the glass door which led to the hot tub and outside pool (which, by the way, didn't have water in it, either one , and some other things happen that I wasn't happy with, but I'm not sure if I was just being neurotic or if I was being intelligent.
We got back from senior trip and Friday was the awards assembly and graduation practice. Our school has a tradition at this awards asembly of after the seniors leave, every class gets to jump forward to the next class's chairs (juniors move to where the seniors were sitting, sophomores move to sit where the juniors were sitting, and so on). Well, our class pulled the prank of taking our chairs with us, which from what I've heard has never been done before. We win. In addition, I feel like I made off like some kind of bandit with all the scholarships, certificates, a couple medals and a trophy that I got at that assembly, but then I've usually done pretty well at this assembly for an underclassmen up to now anyway.
Saturday I went to a couple graduation parties - well, actually, as it happens, the graduation parties for the valedictorian and salutatorian of my class. First we went to the salutatorian's party (she only lives half a mile from me), and then we went in to the valedictorian's party. The valedictorian's party had karaoke, food, and I got cold and wanted to leave before we finally did.
Today was graduation - it was nice to just get it over with. There were technical difficulties gettting the senior slide show to work, and finally they had the chorus sing "I'll Be There For You" before they finally got it working. Multiple people were telling me to either get up and help, or go get my Dad and have him help, but I figured that if our class sponsor/tech coordinator and her husband the principal and whoever else was there wanted or needed my or Dad's help, they would have gotten us. Anyway, I got my diploma, my picture taken multiple times, tassel moved, hugs handshakes etc. Afterwards I went out to my graduation party and ate, finally changed into normal clothing (jeans, t-shirt, tennis shoes, in contrast to shirt, tie, khakis, nice shoes), and we only left there probaby around 8 maybe? I'm sure the import of today will hit later.
Well, so much for keeping it short!