Friday, March 29, 2013

WERE U CONFUZED!!!


**I am aware of every single grammatical mistake in the title. LAUGH, DAMN, YOU.

I GOT INTO MY HIGH SCHOOL OF CHOICE!!!

But, I've given plenty of hints. If you don't know where I'm going, YOU'RE STUPID. (Or not familiar with New York City's specialized high schools.) For those of you that aren't, here is a quick introduction. Note that these are only public schools.


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THREE SPECIALIZED HIGH SCHOOLS: You’re only allowed to go to one of these three high schools if you want to be seen as smart by your Asian peers. Only one of them is acceptable. (Cough, STUYVESANT HIGH SCHOOL, cough.) Consider yourself disowned is you don’t get into Stuy. Consider yourself sleeping in a cardboard box if you don't get into Bronx Science or Brooklyn Tech. Consider yourself slaughtered and left to be eaten by your parents if you don't get into any of them.

FIVE MORE SPECIALIZED HIGH SCHOOLS: No one cares about these because they’re all, like, in Long Island or something.

ONE MORE “SPECIALIZED” HIGH SCHOOL: Only people who dye their hair florescent colors consider this high school specialized. (It’s an art school, shudder.)

ART SCHOOLS: We don’t care about these schools for two reasons: one, they’re not specialized; and two, THEY’RE ART SCHOOLS.

WANNABE SPECIALIZED HIGH SCHOOLS: While these high schools may boast college courses and screening processes, they are not okay because they’ll brainwash you with THE HUMANITIES. We are allergic to THE HUMANITIES here.

ALL THE REST: Only half of the people at these schools are on reading level.






happy apping, everyone!

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

UPDATES THAT AREN'T WORTHY OF A CREATIVE TITLE

Hello. I think I might try out new fonts for the next few posts. 



If you are familiar with the New York City public school system (nudge nudge thestyleaviator), you may or may not be aware of the fact that OUR FATE IS DETERMINED ON FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!! EEEP!!!!!!!!!! Every once in a while, I forget how to breathe and my chest heaves up and down and my head starts spinning. I really really really really want to get into this school that I took a test for... (Again, if you are familiar with New York City's specialized high schools, I doubt you'll have trouble figuring this one out...) 

I've been running lately. I'm on the school track team. It's not really the miracle drug that everyone claims it is--unless you appreciate sleep deprivation and stinky-ness!

Hmmm. Oh, yeah! My English class is publishing A REAL LIVE BOOK!!!! A BOOK! ISN'T THAT SO COOL?!?! I KNOW, RIGHT?! It's pretty legit. Barnes n' Noble is going to be selling it and we're going to have a book signing!

Let me repeat:
I WILL BE PARTICIPATING AND A BOOK SIGNING AT THE BARNES N' NOBLE IN UNION SQUARE.

Yes. A book signing. I will sign books and read excerpts where Patti Smith, Eric Erlandson, and basically everyone in the world signs books and reads excerpts. If I said that I was excited right now, I'd be lying to you because I am BEYOND EXCITED.

Uhm, just so we can maintain the essence of ME because that's obviously the only reason why you're here, right? WE ALL LOVE ME. Humor me by checking out my Spanish project! (or not checking it out. I don't have the best accent.)



That's that. Hopefully the next post will be more interesting and less pointless.



PS: Which font do you like better? This one or the one I usually use?


PPS: RUNNING. 



squeeeeeee
(coogan's 5k...shamrocks and salsa or something, if you're wondering)

PPS:
ME.