So, where was I?
Believe it or not, there're MANY more characters you need to know about here- I'm not even halfway done. And while these characters aren't exactly Jacobs (he's really the one and only), I still wouldn't dream of leaving them out. Oh, and by the way, Ryan's gonna do some profiling to. So, whatever he says about me, don't believe it! ;) But no, however much I'd like to be the author who gets to sit back with my bag of popcorn and see how ridiculous, insane, and amazing everything, and everyone else is, we've gotta be fair here. As my readers, you deserve to know just what kind of maniac is telling you this stuff. Also, if RB tries to make me out as some witty, charismatic, outgoing guy- I'm not that great. (So don't try it RB!) In fact, I'm lucky to have friends like him.
Okay, so you caught me. I'm rambling again. But you've come to expect it by now, right? Eh, guess that's no excuse. Well, better late than never, here's Role Call, part 2.
Critical Thinking- where we think about our thinking, while we're thinking, in order to make our thinking better. That's a lot of thinking. And that's also very early in the morning. At this time, good old, store-brand, regular thinking is difficult for me. So you can probably imagine why critical thinking would be a bit of a struggle. However, I do my best.
Collapsing at the nearest table, I look around and get my bearings. Next to me is Jacob- looking wild as usual- yes, even shortly after dawn. Beside him, is Ryan, bright-eyed and and bushy-headed. I don't know whats in those vitamins he takes each morning, but I still don't know how he does it. (Yeah, this kid sends me emails at 6 something in the morning. Crazy stuff.) At the other end of the table, I finally find a kindrid spirit- Mike looks pretty dead too.
Back to the profiling. Michael, alias Pope. Yeah, I'm still trying to figure that one out too... Anyway, he's got pale skin, glasses, and dark curly hair, and bears a passing resemblance to a monk. At first glance, he pretty much seems like a stoic. On second, you realize you're wrong. His sense of humor is essentially the polar opposite of Jacob's: quiet. But that doesn't make it any less funny. To appreciate it, you would need some examples- and though I would so love to give them right now- I'm here for profiling. (Stay focused here, Ben) Anyway, Mike's the kinda friend you get to appreciate more and more the longer you know him. Plus, he owns on Super Smash Bros. Brawl. ;)
The remainder of Critical Thinking passes rather uneventfully, at least in light of profiling. So its not until I'm leaving class that I rub shoulders with our next character.
Yeah, I got to the point this time. This boy is Kyle. Kyle's a pretty straight forward guy. He's honest, care-free, and basically loves to laugh. Oh, and when Kyle laughs, his face turns some rather shocking colors- and since he's usually laughing, and he tends to be kind of red in the face. He's yet another chap with blond hair and blue eyes, but his huge smile sets him apart. Also, anyone who's at least vaguely aware of his existence knows (Knows!) that Kyle is a lizard lover and a manic Tennessee Titans fan. Trust me, he makes it known! ;) Oh, and he has an age-old Super Smash rivalry with Mike...
So I head to Latin with Kyle. And thankfully, I'm truly starting to wake up- which is good, since there are all of 5 people in our Latin class. It would be hard to bear a fifth of the class discussion with my eyes crossing. Again, Latin doesn't provide too many profiling opportunities, so I'm gonna gloss over this a bit.
"We the students, of the Classical Consortium, hereby declare this blog an unofficial sanctuary for this people. We wish to establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility, and allow for the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. These values will not be comprimised, and May God Bless CC...
Well, it's finally happened.
Yup, CC (Classical Consortium) now has an unofficial blog. Yeah, unexpected, I know. Anyway, this is where you can share any CC memories and stories, talk with friends, whatever. If you attend CC, you're more than welcome. Don't feel obliged to join, but don't let me or RB stop you. Don't even feel obliged to talk to either of us- we're kinda scary anyway ;) If you just want to connect with some friends, or see what others have to say, you've got free rein. Welcome to the unofficial CC blog.
P.S. This is a blog for YOU, CC students. Want to see something added to the blog? Just ask. Want to post? Just ask. I could continue, but this intro thingy is too long, anyway. ;) Enjoy!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Inside the Insane and Insignificant Life of an L2: Profiling, Part 2
As I'm exiting Latin with Kyle and Jacob (I told you I was gonna gloss...), Ryan falls in beside us (he's in a higher level). We're headed for the gym, to grab stuff for Physical Science. In the gym (you know what the hallway experience is like by now, right?) I grab my safety goggles (much to Jacob's joy, we were working with fire that day...), change out my binders, and sling my backpack back over my shoulder- which is thoroughly dislocated at this point, by the way- before I realize that Ryan never made it to the gym. Now, for a split second, I fear the worst. Could it be possible that, while turning into the gym from the hall, Ryan got caught in the undertow, and was swept away? I'm about to grab my oxygen tank again when, who should stroll into the gym but Root Beer himself, side by side with Spencer. Yep, after that irrelevant story snippet, I'm back to profiling. Spencer is his name. And describing this kid might be tough. Looks first, I guess. He has light brown hair, blue eyes (come to think of it, there are a lot of blue-eyed people at CC...), and a casual stance. Anyway, he tends to get in extremely confusing arguments with Christopher (is Christopher's refutation of logic illogical?), always carries bottled water around, and likes pawning Mentos. Yep, its true. Also, he might be a young political activist, or something along those lines- he always seems to be handing out Constituting America wear (P.S. Cheers on the winning essay, Spencer!). He's in Christopher's grade (R1- AKA Freshmen), and I'm assuming most of their bizarre arguments start in class. Other than that, I'll have to show you Spencer play by play- kinda like Mike- there are some things you have to learn via example! ;)
So, we eventually get over to Physical Science. I'm gonna gloss here too, however, I do have to mention this. This day, Physical Science involves an experiment, which involves fire. Jacob is in this class. Mrs. Ludwig was wise- she gave Ryan a fire blanket, just in case. That's all I'm going to say about that class. =)
Okay, so I think I've made my feelings concerning the hall very clear. But after Physical Science, things are even worse. Because, you see, by this period, there are several classes full of very hungry, very sweaty children just waiting to get outside and eat. Jacob can intuitively sense when lunch is near, so he's tense as a mousetrap and ready to spring when Physical Science lets out. Apparently, quite a few others in CC possess this not-so-unique ability, because the hall is swamped by the time I stagger out of class. Even worse than usual. Yeah. So, surrounded by the masses of half-starved CCers, I notice one kid who doesn't seem affected by the insanity brought on by hours without food, in a building without air condition, wearing suit coats and ties. Now that's inner strength. Rick is his name. Oh, and if someone tries to tell you his name is Nick- don't believe it! This is a running controversy, but us guys know the truth... ;) Nick, er Rick, also has blue eyes (You know, I never noticed this trend before), and jet-black hair. He's an avid cat lover, an unofficial drummer (most of what I've seen has been on tables), and one of the few sane people in R1 (;]).
I don't go crazy like some, but I have to admit, I'm pretty glad to be outside eating. I must say though, going from the rather stale, electrically-lit classes of CC to the bright, golden, and breezy outdoors is culture shock to the first degree- not to mention blinding. But hey mates, lunchtime is a perfect stopping place! =) Now, I know, I know. This has gotta look like an excuse to weasel my way out of more writing, but really- I'm done! Now you can kick back, relax, and let Ryan profile! :D ;] Oh, any thoughts on these people? Suggestions, revisions, or questions? Lay em on me. =) And now I conclude my rather anticlimatic ending.
Adios mates. =)
(I love CC...)
So, we eventually get over to Physical Science. I'm gonna gloss here too, however, I do have to mention this. This day, Physical Science involves an experiment, which involves fire. Jacob is in this class. Mrs. Ludwig was wise- she gave Ryan a fire blanket, just in case. That's all I'm going to say about that class. =)
Okay, so I think I've made my feelings concerning the hall very clear. But after Physical Science, things are even worse. Because, you see, by this period, there are several classes full of very hungry, very sweaty children just waiting to get outside and eat. Jacob can intuitively sense when lunch is near, so he's tense as a mousetrap and ready to spring when Physical Science lets out. Apparently, quite a few others in CC possess this not-so-unique ability, because the hall is swamped by the time I stagger out of class. Even worse than usual. Yeah. So, surrounded by the masses of half-starved CCers, I notice one kid who doesn't seem affected by the insanity brought on by hours without food, in a building without air condition, wearing suit coats and ties. Now that's inner strength. Rick is his name. Oh, and if someone tries to tell you his name is Nick- don't believe it! This is a running controversy, but us guys know the truth... ;) Nick, er Rick, also has blue eyes (You know, I never noticed this trend before), and jet-black hair. He's an avid cat lover, an unofficial drummer (most of what I've seen has been on tables), and one of the few sane people in R1 (;]).
I don't go crazy like some, but I have to admit, I'm pretty glad to be outside eating. I must say though, going from the rather stale, electrically-lit classes of CC to the bright, golden, and breezy outdoors is culture shock to the first degree- not to mention blinding. But hey mates, lunchtime is a perfect stopping place! =) Now, I know, I know. This has gotta look like an excuse to weasel my way out of more writing, but really- I'm done! Now you can kick back, relax, and let Ryan profile! :D ;] Oh, any thoughts on these people? Suggestions, revisions, or questions? Lay em on me. =) And now I conclude my rather anticlimatic ending.
Adios mates. =)
(I love CC...)
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Now, this will lead me into my first CC memory of the year- that I remember at least xD
ReplyDeleteOh, and RB, my revisions probably make a lot more sense now...
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ReplyDeleteKyle's a pretty straight forward guy- when he's not trying to fox you out of an Oreo :)
Nice profiling.. do you like my new picture?
ReplyDeleteHoly crap PH, it's beautiful xD
ReplyDeleteoops. didn't know I was supposed to use first and last initials. :P Anyway, I totally agree with BK, Kyle always wants an extra piece of pizza or deserts. :D
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. I was laughing that whole time BK. Just gotta let ya know. I can't wait till Root Beer (if I'm allowed to call him that) starts profiling....
ReplyDeleteOf corse you can call him that :D it IS his real name, after all ;D And thanks so much- glad you liked it 8)
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