Holiday Haul

Hopefully, you can tell from the title what this particular blog is about. If not, well, you've got an issue or three. Just kidding. Anyway...enjoy! Any questions, just ask, though I don't see why there'd be questions.

• What I got: Who I got it from
• Motorcycle Stamp Bear: Mom
• $15 Amazon Gift Card: Auntie Pam and Family
• Big (Faux?) Sapphire Earrings: Grandpa Egan and Grandma Christy
• Navy (color) Monogrammed Lean Back Chair: Mom and Dad
• A Key to Life Guided Journal: Grandma Christy
• Larry the Cable Guy, Blue Collar Christmas, Bill Engvall, and Trent Willmon CDs: "Santa"
• Dragon Statue: "Santa"
• Here Comes Treble shirt: Cece
• Artemis Fowl The Lost Colony: The Berlins
• My Firstborn, There's No One Like You: Mom and Dad
• Gloves: Grandma Nebel
• Dragon T-Shirt: Grandma Nebel
• Black Snow Boots: Dad/Grandma Barish
• Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Grandpa Egan and Grandma Christy
• Cell Phone Holder: "TracFone" (Mom and Dad)
• Square Diamond Studs: Grandma Bonnie and Papa Ron
• Gold and Silver Dolphin Stud Earrings: Grandma Bonnie and Papa Ron
• Elvis Guitar Bag: Sandi
• Truffles: "Santa"
• Nanny McPhee DVD: "The TV" (Mom and Dad)
• Photo Paper: "The Ink" (Mom and Dad)
• National Geographic Concise History of the World, An Illustrated Timeline: Grandma Barish
• Panda Decorated House Key: "Santa"
• The Far Side Desk Calendar: Grandpa Egan and Grandma Christy
• Snowflake Bracelet: Mom and Dad
• Blue Topaz Stud Earrings: Mom and Dad
  
  

Fact of the Day-Chemistry

I try to choose between a variety of my classes each day, but today was kind of an odd day. Due to our performance tonight, we had band practice 5th period today. I already had band 1st period. Leaving out Owl Period, of course, that left me with only PreCalc and Chemistry. I did PreCalc last time, so I figured I'd do Chemistry.

• differences in naming covalent and ionic bonds
• ionic bonds are between metals and non-metals and have names like Sodium chloride (NaCl)
• covalent bonds are between two non-metals and have names like Carbon monoxide (CO)
• The difference is that there are prefixes in covalent bonds that tell you how many atoms there are of an element. The only exception is if there is only one of the first element, in which case mono (the prefix for one) is not used.
• Ex: Carbon tetrachloride (1 carbon, 4 chlorines)
• Ex: Carbon monoxide (1 carbon, 1 oxygen)
• Ex: Dinitrogen pentoxide (2 nitrogen, 5 oxygens)

Fact of the Day-World History

I learned about the structure (hierarchy, class system, etc) of people in relation to the castle in Medieval Europe:

• King hires knights to protect himself
• Gives them fiefs in return for their fealty
• These knights may later become nobles and hire their own knights, give them land in exchange for fealty
• The knights hire (enslave) serfs to work the land
• serfs are tied to the land are property of the knight

Fact of the Day-PreCalculus

Math, as I'm sure you've guessed:

• that translating (moving) exponential functions is basically the same as translating any other function ((x-2) would denote a movement of x right two units)

Fact of the Day-Art

I won't give specifics because that would be tedious and probably uninteresting to you. I will, however, say that I learned:

• How to (Professionally) criticize artwork
• That my art teacher is in reality a pretty good painter (I wouldn't have guessed, she could have been a sculptor like my last art teacher)
• Either way, I don't normally get to see my art teacher's own personal artwork.

Fact of the Day-Chemistry

My dad's always getting on me about not remembering what I learn (if I learn anything that day) so I figured I'd do something about it. From here on in, I will write at least one fact I learn everyday.

Today's Fact of the Day pertains to Chemistry, just as the title suggests.

I learned:

• how suffixes of Ionic Compounds are determined
• -ate, -ite, -ide
• Ex: Sodium Chloride is what's called a binary ionic compound because it's made of two different elements: (NaCl) Sodium and Chlorine. All binary ionic compounds end in -ide, no matter the number of atoms of one of the two elements.

That's it for today. Come back for more tomorrow!

Continuation of Who Knew? (11/28/06)

If you haven't read the first part of Who Knew? or need a refresher, I suggest that you go to http://stardragger.blogspot.com/2006/11/story-who-knew-not-finished.html before you read this post. With that said and done, I hope you enjoy this! (By the way, it's still not finished, so don't get your hopes up too high!)
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I heard the slammed door I’d been listening for and yelled up to my dad, “What are we having for dinner and can you make sure we have enough food for an extra person tomorrow night?”

“Food!” He responded to my first question. I had expected that answer and was already on my way up the stairs.

“Very funny, Dad. You know what I mean.”


As he took the top off of the pan for me to see what he was cooking, he asked, “So, who’s the visitor for tomorrow and why do you always insist on telling me, the cook, on such short notice?”

“Because I’m mean like that, Dad. What kind of food that you eat are we having for dinner tomorrow?”

He frowned playfully, trying to think of another way to trip me up. I had already used his normal arsenal of true, but unhelpful, responses.

“Okay, fine. Does homemade pizza sound good?” I nodded, happily contemplating tomorrow night’s dinner. “What time is he coming? That is, unless you want to subject him to our chicken-barbecue sauce combo.”

“I’m pretty sure he’ll survive. It’s not like it’s your Shrimp Creole.” He smiled at this. I was sure that even he could barely stand the spiciness of his favorite shrimp dish, despite his tolerance for spicy foods. “He’s supposed to be coming at seven. Is that all you need?” I asked as I started to descend the stairs. I’d been working on my newest Dean Koontz book when I was interrupted by Mr. Slick and would have liked very much to continue reading.

“No, set the table, please.”

“Kaytlin, do you want to help me set the table?”
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The next afternoon finally rolled around and found me trying to do my homework and clean the living room at the same time. It wasn’t too hard since there wasn’t much on the floor and I was reading a book for my English class. I would have waited until I was done cleaning because I’m a fast reader but when you’re dealing with three AP classes, you can’t wait.

“Don’t worry about the table. Kaytlin and I will handle it.”

“Thank you.”

“In the meantime, get ready. Your friend’s supposed to be here in an hour,” my dad continued as he eyed my school outfit of frayed jeans and a Robotics Competition shirt with spots all over it.

“Okey dokey.” I stomped downstairs and put on my nice jeans he’d given me a couple weeks ago and my navy blue “Overeducated and underemployed” shirt. I finished off my “look” by putting on my whale tail necklace, rolling the cuffs of my jeans and putting my hair in its usual double ponytail.

On my way back upstairs to grab my backpack, I passed my mom on her way down the stairs with her arms full of laundry.

“Well, I must say that I’m a little surprised. Since when do you do the laundry?”

“Since today because your dad’s making dinner and you need your uniform for softball tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s right! I never remember anymore because I don’t get to look forward to seeing Mr. Mark or Mr. Charlie.” My mother rolled her eyes. She knew I still held a grudge for not being able to play for Harundale the last couple seasons.

A Story: Jam Session *Not Finished*

“Hey, Patterson, I’m going to Glen Burnie to visit my old orchestra teacher. I know you’ve been anxious to meet him. Last time we talked, he said that he couldn’t wait to finally meet you either.” Amanda was excited. She had been waiting since she got to know Mr. Patterson for him and Mr. Wade to meet each other. They were so alike that she knew they’d get along. “Would you like to join me?”

“I don’t see why not, Amanda. Today is okay, right? I hope it’s not any inconvenience but today is the best day for a while.” Mr. Patterson’s whole face was lit up. He had already been let down when he lost his chance to meet Mr. Wade at the Morgan State University performances in Amanda’s ninth and tenth grade years. “So, is there anything I should bring?”

“Hmmm, bring your saxophone and some music that I know well. Oh, and please make sure you get a trumpet part for Mr. Wade and a French horn part for Andrew as well. Mr. Wade hasn’t heard him play yet.”

“Whoa, relax. You may be the band president but you still can’t order me around like your boyfriend.” He smirked; he was only joking. His jibe about her boyfriend wasn’t far off, but it was more that she could keep him in line well than the fact that she controlled him. Whatever the situation, Patterson couldn’t complain. Amanda was the reason he had a saxophone player that could play almost as well as him and a French horn player at all. Because of her, Andrew had come up from North Carolina after he graduated high school. In dire times, Andrew wasn’t a bad backup percussionist either.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind, sir. By the way, Andrew’s giving me a ride and you can ride with us if you want. That way, you don’t have to follow Andrew’s erratic driving.”

“Sounds good. Anything else that I should make sure I have before Drew gets here?” Mr. Patterson said his name with the sort of respect a good teacher has for his students. He respected Amanda in the same way and so was glad that she and Andrew had been able to find each other. They both reminded him of himself and it felt good to be able to teach them directly from his own mistakes.

“Just your personality, my friend, just bring your personality.” Amanda patted her teacher’s shoulder and went back to gathering her stuff so it was ready to go.
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When Andrew arrived, there was a hailstorm of “hello’s” and “how are you’s”. Andrew only played with the band. If someone were to go to school records, he or she would never find him because he never went to Dundalk High.

Andrew hugged Amanda and kissed her on her forehead. “So, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, so long as you don’t mind if Mr. Patterson rides with us. He wanted to come, but he did not want to attempt to follow your erratic driving.”

“My erratic driving? I think you’re imagining things.”

“You’re too smart for your own good. Then again, why do you think I love you?”

“Are you two lovebirds coming or do I have to drag you out at drumstick-point?” Andrew smiled again and Amanda giggled as she picked up some of her stuff and followed her teacher out the back door of the classroom. Andrew had come in empty-handed so he got the rest of her stuff (like she knew he would) and followed them into the bright sunlight.

Chair Test

While I'm not one to brag (or at least mention that I feel bad if I start bragging), I do have to say that I'm looking forward to Chair Test results for Band. I basically KNOW which chair I have already since Mr. Patterson was muy impressed with how well I did today.

Since I've been playing for a little over a year (sometime in November), the fact that I can do as well as I did impresses me as well. I've always had issues with nerves, but that was my only true downfall. This time, however, I was able to quell my nerves long enough to finish and listen to one of my best friends and the current 2nd Chair attempt his chair test. Mind you, he's not a bad player, he just doesn't try when it comes to chair tests and practices exactly zero.

In past times, he was able to keep up because let's just say the other Tenth grader isn't the best in the world (no offense and I'm truly truly sorry). However, the Ninth grader we gained this year has true skills. While he didn't do the best, he struggled his way through the Etude when the 2nd Chair didn't even attempt it. (Gosh darn it, Rob, it's your own fault!!) Anyway, we shall see how this year goes...

The 2nd Chair, the person that he is, pretended to leave after I finished. The Bari Sax player (who used to play Alto Sax) even said, "I quit." (Chair Test, not Band) All in humor of course, but I thought it was rather flattering. Maybe I've found my true artistic calling in life. Now, all I have to do is work on my Tone...

On a slightly different note (:-P...okay, bad joke), I was playing football earlier with the Band President and one of the Trumpet players. First of all, the Prez was surprised at how well I could catch and throw a ball. I was just surprised how well I was throwing it. Apparently, I'm not too bad (or I'm terrible, depending on whose perspective you're reading this from) at blocking the ball. The Prez threw it between the Trumpeter and me and I blocked the ball, inadvertently sending it between the Trumpet player's legs (OW!!). Oops. I don't think he'll ever forgive me, not that I require his forgiveness. It was an accident, after all.

Wow, that was all in one day, amazing! So, how was your day??

A Story: Four *Not Finished*

As I woke up, flashes of the night before rushed through my head and almost gave me a headache. Or a worse one, I should say. My head was throbbing like crazy and I could feel the pressure of a bandage wound tightly around it. Short flashes of me getting picked up by the ambulance and being wheeled into this room assured my assumption.

Consciousness finally stuck and I became aware of the feeling that someone was watching me. That sixth sense had always either kept my siblings out of my room or scared the heck out of me. I slowly opened my eyes and, noticing the extreme brightness of the room, shut them tightly again. I heard a familiar voice say, “She’s waking up. Turn off one of the lights and go get her visitors.” It was my mom.

But who was she talking to? I didn’t think she’d talk to my dad like that, but considering the circumstances, I was in no shape to be thinking deep thoughts. Who were my visitors? Family, if they came at all, wouldn’t have flown out this soon. When I finally did open my eyes, my mom was standing over me with a look on her face I’d never seen before. I attempted to squeak out a “Hi, Mom” but not much came out.

She leaned over and hugged me really hard. As she stood up, she whispered, “I love you but I have to go pee really bad. I wanted to be here when you woke up.” I smiled weakly.
“Besides, there are a few people here that you’d probably prefer a private conversation with.”

“Thanks,” I finally whispered as I thought of who the visitors might be. There wasn’t really anyone I’d expect to be here that didn’t have to travel far and didn’t need a ride.
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I closed my eyes for just a second and reopened them when I heard a hesitant voice say, “Amanda? Are you still awake?” What, or more so who, I saw surprised me to no end. Standing by my bed were three of my teachers: Mr. Wade, Mr. Bullerman, and Mr. Patterson.

All three wore a mixed look of worry and thankfulness that I was okay. Mr. Wade leaned close and asked, “Do you mind if I hug you? In front of them, I mean.”

“Not at all.”

He hugged me tightly and as he straightened back up, I sat up a bit more in the bed. It felt weird, lying there with them standing all around me. Not only was it the most vulnerable I had felt around them, but lying in bed with only this papery nightgown and a blanket on me didn’t seem like the right situation to be surrounded by teachers. It would’ve been the stuff of nightmares for most kids, but I took it at the fact they cared about me and I didn’t mind.

“I appreciate the fact that you’re here and I understand what it means, but how did you get time to come here? Don’t you have work to do?”

Mr. Bullerman stepped forward to explain. “We’ve all taken at least a small risk in coming here today, especially without much notice. We are the ones who were most motivated to come and we are here to represent those who couldn’t make it but still send their wishes of good health.” He turned to Mr. Wade and Mr. Patterson for a second. “You don’t mind if I refer to you two by your first names in front of her, right?” As they shook their heads, he turned back to me.

“I know all of your first names, so I’ll follow just fine.”

“Good. Obviously, Tony represents all of Corkran, or at least those who know. He’d probably tell anyone else you’d like to know as well. Ken and I represent different parts of Dundalk High. By the way, is there anyone you’d personally like to be informed of…your condition?” His eyes glistened and it nearly made me cry too.

“Anyone I say, only tell them I’m in the hospital, not why particularly. If they ask, tell them I asked you not to say so that I could do it myself. Okey dokey?”

“Deal,” all three said simultaneously.

“Thank you.” I turned to Mr. Wade. “Who knows at Corkran?”

“Your mom sent out a mass email to basically anyone in your address book, so anybody in there I guess. Mr. Palazzo knows, at least.”

“There’s only one other person, then. Please talk to Mr. Keegan, Mr. Muha, all three gym teachers, and anybody else that you know that I know well.” I took a breath and was about to continue, but Mr. Patterson spoke up. He had been uncharacteristically quiet so I was worried about how he was taking all of this.

“By the way, we were talking earlier and there’s something we’d like you to know. It may have been your head that got hurt, but that’s not what we’re really worried about. As long as-”

“Oh, Amanda, I’m so sorry about what happened to you. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Patterson wasn’t as infuriated at being interrupted as he was surprised about who was leaning down to hug me. As Phil stood back up, I could see the looks on the other two’s faces. Here was a very well-known country artist, personally coming to say a ‘Get Well’ to one of their students.

Finally, Mr. Wade was able to get something past his lips. “Phil…Vassar?”

“It’s not your fault. You know, you didn’t have to come all the way out here. I would’ve understood if you just sent a card. Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere in Illinois?”

"I couldn’t let down my biggest fan or my best non-family helper with my music.”

A Story: Who Knew? *Not Finished*

“They say you’ve got a lot of influence around here.” The young man confronting me was someone of a higher position than a messenger and obviously not happy about being forced to do such menial work. He looked slightly familiar, but I couldn’t place him. His hair was dark brown and slicked back with so much gel that it was obvious he was trying to look important. He was trying too hard, however. He wore a crisp blue suit with no tie and the top button of his white shirt undone. The TV hero look just didn’t work for him.

I didn’t work for him either. “Why are you coming to a sixteen year old for matters that are obviously not school-related? You know very well that my only influence is among teachers and the kids I tutor. With the kids, they are more of owed favors than true affiliations. I’m a smart outcast, not a sly gang leader.”

“It’s more of a personal favor than something school-related. My boss is pretty sure that you know a really good friend of his that lives around here. He can’t find her and he thought you could help him.” He smoothed his hair back as if he was the smartest and sexiest guy in the world.

‘God, you’d think he’s been hanging around Kevin,’ I thought to myself, but as the messenger in front of me pulled out a mirror and combed his hair even though every strand was in place, I changed my original assumption. ‘Even Kevin isn’t THAT arrogant.’

However, I decided not to mess with his pride and instead poked and prodded my own. “I’m not some tour guide, my friend. That’s my mom’s job when she wishes to do it. Tell your boss that if he really wants my help, he needs to come here himself. At the very least, I need a name so I can put him on a waiting list.”

“A waiting list?! How dare you!”

I had pushed just the button I wanted to. “Then get him in here! I don’t like dealing with middle men. When will you be back?” I’d had some bad experiences with middle men and them asking me if I like the people they’re supposedly asking for. I discouraged them, though, and most of them stayed off my back after that.

“Tomorrow, 7:00 pm.”

“Ooh, that’s dinner time. Can you squeeze me in a bit earlier?” I smiled as he stomped out. I loved annoying people that think they’re higher on the food chain than me. Most of them fell for it and I got the satisfaction of getting rid of the extremely arrogant and not-so-determined clients.

A Poem: "Teachers"

There’s something that I don’t get
and probably never will.
Maybe you can help me solve this problem.

When kids say “teachers” and “friends”
they say them as two different things
but I don’t see why.

I’ve met plenty of teachers
who don’t fit into “friends”
and many more that do.

Is it a teacher’s personality
or the way that they teach
that decides why we like them or don’t

Or is it the observer themself
that decides whether they like
that particular teacher

If so, then why do people criticize you?
People say they’ll respect what you think
but when it comes to teachers, they never do.

Many times, I’ve been told that I’m crazy
for liking a teacher that’s an outcast
or not liking one that everyone else does.

Me, I try so hard to fit in
and yet I don’t
when I try to defend a teacher

People are biased because of a name or a look
or the pitch of one’s voice
and automatically don’t like them

This is the problem.
I don’t know why.
Can you help me?

Pep Rally and Homecoming '06

Okay, let's start this off right (or wrong, depending on who you ask).

The Pep Rally was awesome. Just plain awesome. My only qualms were the fact we were pressed on time and almost didn't get to do our (or MSU's, the jury's still out on that) Owl Chant. Those of you at DHS know what I'm talking about. Yes, we did get to do it, but we worried for a while. Just about everybody I talked to (outside of performers) enjoyed the Pep Rally a lot.
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Before I move onto Homecoming, I have a few questions to prepare you for what I'm about to say:

1) Just this once, Do you get offended easily? Leave right now if you do, I'd rather not have complaints.

2) There IS a specific time during a football game when the band is supposed to, expected to, play, right?

3) Am I correct in assuming that when the team isn't the best in the world (no offense), there are people who come just to listen to and see the band?

4) Which is more important in school:
(a)music (and academics)
(b)sports and athletics

Before I forget, my apologies to Mr. Patterson: I know you said to leave Friday, November 10th, 2006 behind us, but there is no way that day will be forgotten and forgiven by anyone in the band. I'm sure you've figured that out by now. It's our 9-11 basically.

Here goes something...
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This is going to come out like a rant, but I'll tie up and explain everything.

We, the Marching/Pep Band, did not get to play during halftime at the Homecoming Game. No, we were not scheduled to perfrom at that time, BUT nothing was going on, nothing being done (like announcing the Homecoming Court, for example), nothing. However, when Mr. P. brought us onto the field to perform a couple of songs (nothing really really long, or taking up much time), the NEW athletic dirctor told us to go back into the stands. We wouldn't have even been in the way. Our band isn't yet big enough to be able to stand on the center of the field.
Anyway...

Needless to say, parents were FURIOUS. Or, at least those parents who came just to see the band because they don't care a lick about the football team. From what I hear, the athletic director got "ripped a new one" if you know what I mean.

Injustice to the band is intolerable and revenge is sweet to anyone in the band.
And I'm not even getting into the fight between PHS and DHS...

1) No offense, I've never been a big fan of the cheerleaders anywhere so I jumped to conclusions when everybody believed it was the cheerleaders' faults. You have my sincerest apologies but I'm still not a big fan. Period.

2) By the way, my point on the emphasis on NEW athletic director is the fact that Mr. Patterson was "tight" with the old one. The old one made us comfortable and gave us free food in an effort to get us to come back more often. The new one's a..... Sorry, I have to get a hold of myself.

3) You know how some places (or people) have their priorities wrong? DHS is, for the most part, one of those places. Most of the students care little for academics and waaaayyy too much about athletics. True, there's nothing innately wrong with athletics, but....Well, more than likely, anyone who'd read my blog knows exactly what I'm talking about.

4) What the heck ever happened to school spirit????______________________________________
If you go to or work at DHS, feel free to join in the fight to get the school's priorities straight. Anyone else, PLEASE tell me what you think so I can submit ideas to the people who actually care about the school and what goes on.