so today was absolutely pointless. BUT!

so on thursday i came down with a nasty cold. i still cannot feel my ears. yep, that's right. my ears. i have had problems with my ears and sinuses ever since i was born. i woke up yesterday and i thought my right ear was gone because i couldn't hear out of it at all.
but my mother, bless her, insisted i still go to school--so she gave me some pills (not A pill, several of them--she works in private health care and has pharmaceutical friends who tell her what drugs not to mix) and sent me off.
you know what pisses me off? when people think that school HAS to come before everything. i could have really used today to recover, honestly. i'm not trying to miss a test or anything. it was an easy enough day. let me give you a summary:
zero period: history. my teacher is a lovely laid-back person who had us answer reading comprehension questions pretty much all period. i adore that class. fucking easiest thing ever.
first period: math. otherwise known as my impending demise. because it ain't algebra. it's precalculus. luckily, on the day i can't hear anything and i'm swimming in acetaminophen, we review synthetic division. i have to explain to my bemused acquaintances that the reason why i'm falling out of my chair is because my mother drugged me so i could come to school. they give me very sympathetic, worried glances.
i know they don't believe me....who would? but they are kind enough to go along with it.
second period: physics. this class is so easy that if sarah palin got her head out of her ass long enough to see what a mess she's making doing what she's doing now, she could easily pass it. we're doing a lab unit on electromagnetics and other electro-stuff. you know, things with light bulbs and compasses. and...CAPACITATORS.
now, amber, you say. it's a capacitor, not a capacitator. to be honest i'd be over the moon if i found out my humble little blog winds up having a following of electricians and astrophysicists. but yeah....there's this thing that either holds charge or extinguishes lightbulbs, i dunno which yet, called a capacitor. and our teacher, who is normally not nit-picky, got nit-picky about people calling it capacitators. he had us say it with him correctly a few times, like he was a kindergarten teacher--which he is, because we are all bumbling fools. so now, of course, being the boisterous and annoying teenagers we are, all of us gleefully call it a CAPACITAAATOR every single time he is within earshot, as many times as possible. today in class went something like this:
me: (i sit in the second row) so, jenna, can you hand me the CAPACITATOR?
jenna: (my patient, kind, good-humored lab partner) sure. do you think we need a bigger CAPACITATOR?
the guy who sits behind us: my CAPACITATOR isn't charging, jenna. am i doing it wrong?
and since my dad is an aerospace engineer, it also annoys him when i call it that.
ohh, it's so easy to make scientists upset.
third period: french. i am a junior but due to having to take a health class--a useless waste of california's already decaying monies--i am in french 2, rather than 3. we have a sub who is from switzerland and speaks very pure, good french. i swear i've never seen an ugly swiss person before, because she was also very lovely. we watched a movie with that guy who is in cyrano de bergerac? you know, girard something....i'lll tell you, his chin makes jay leno's chin look dainty.
fourth period: english. my favorite time of day. the only time when i am allowed to be thoroughly insufferable and use words such as insufferable in conversation. we discuss toni morrison's masterwork Beloved for a bit and she lets us go to work on our group essays. my group, chris and kyle, are two of my best friends, and so they kindly allow me to babble on about I CAN'T FIND ANYTHING while they discuss feminist overtones in the book. they are saints for putting up with me. bless them. i actually do a fair share of the work, but just not the logistics. i am terrible with planning and blueprinting. and thinking things through. i mean i'll think for a few minutes, sometimes for a few days if it's that important--but not on the how and on what page and what time do i get there--but about why i'm doing it, what it means to such-and-such, how similar or dissimilar it is to something marilyn monroe or jesus or ghandi would do, and whether or not my mother will find out.
like, for instance, creating this blog.
i'm too lazy to input a picture of apolo ohno or evan lysacek or shaun white--the three olympians whom i'm currently lusting after. go google it yourself. imma go drink some cloraseptic now.