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I Am Legend

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

Alone again. With almost everyone else on the floor gone, I’m stranded until Thursday morning when my train leaves.

We closed the Harrison Gr1lle Monday night. That involves throwing all the food away and cleaning every station out, scrubbing them with hospital grade vigor, and eating all the leftover cake. I stationed myself at the dish sink with the overhead 180° water hose and sprayed all the food off the pans. The worst part is the sauces. It was sorta bad when my watch smelled like chocolate syrup from shakes. Now with l’eau de garlic mayonnaise et buffalo sauce on it, it smells like a super concentrated platter of wings from Applebee’s.

Then Tuesday afternoon, as I had been looking forward to for a long time, I finally got to see the old gang again (the Action Heights one, not the thugs from Chino). Neal skyped me into Borg’s room on his laptop webcam for the annual Returning Seniors match, wherein this year’s young upstarts on the Schol bowl team challenge the Old Legends. They set me (the laptop) on a desk and had an unnamed puppet holding the buzzer. (I couldn’t see them. I was facing the other team.) Apparently, I was just supposed to yell “buzz” or pound on the microphone or light a small fire in front of the webcam, and they would push the plunger for me. The audio quality was a little shifty because of the volume normalizing, because I think the microphone tried to cancel background noise, which in this case would be Ancy calling the questions. So I would hear a question like, “Name the lining….. ….. ….. fluid……. missionary….. center of the epithelial layer.” And that’s all I would hear, because the middle part of the question would be noise-leveled out. That’s why I wasn’t so sure about my answers to the ocular anatomy question. When I turned out to be right, Friz threatened to shut the laptop lid. Oh, well, we won. And I got to be god for a couple minutes as my visage was projected on the screen and my voice boomed forth from the ceiling speakers.

As Tuesday marked the end of classes for this week, dinnertime saw the departure of almost everybody on the floor, in the building, on the campus. As I scootered myself towards the library in the bright afternoon sun, the leaves rustled, the red brick blurred past, and not a soul moved. The zombies waited in the dark…

The Frisbie We Know

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

The Scholastic Bowl has a history of esoteric sweatshirts and mantras. (You may have been witness to one of last year’s triumphant “Panda Joust!” war cries.) This year’s shirt follows up on that with this somewhat bewildering image on an orange background adorning the front.

John Locke rides a therapod into battle

I’ve never owned a hoodie before. The Scholastic Bowl hoodie would be my first. Until now I’ve had to try to bear the school’s fluctuating temperatures, which hasn’t been very hard. My frigid home has thankfully forced my metabolic rate to increase to keep me from dying.

Only that I love this hoodie so much that I’m actually finding excuses to be cold so that I can wear it. It’s so cuddly and warmly and soft. The thing is: I found that I could only wear it at home, outside, or on days when the physics room is cold. All other times this week, the classroom has been sufficiently warm (for me at least) for just a t-shirt. I don’t know how all the PE leaders and university sports enthusiasts do it. Of course, it may be that most of the week preceded Thursday’s marathon 10-page free response 210-point ~18% of our final grade acid/base test. Due to that, I have been sweating profusely for several days.

So that’s why it was pretty damn lucky that Neal gave me his flu. The chills I get for hours on end enable me to wear my beloved garment first, third and seventh period. Downside: feeling crappy for the chem test.

Oh, well, I survived. All the way to 3:14 when I was still working on the titration progression calculation I had started at 1:07 and was almost late for the Scholastic Bowl meet at Elk Grove.

You all know about Frisbie’s love of songs from the musical Rent. Well, he finally got over his initial camera-shyness and has come out of his shell. Allow me to present Frisbie’s debut performance: a carefully choreographed number from the musical Side Show.

The Devil You Know

Our two matches resulted in one victory and one defeat. The defeat was a result of my own ineptitude, self-distrust, yadda yadda yadda. You’ve all heard one of my self-contemptuous blame-fests before.

The point is: we’re going to regionals.