Heeeeeeelllllllllllooooo, readers. I just thought Id give you a quick little update.
I got a new job, and I’ve been working on college applications and stuff this past month, so I haven’t had a lot of time to update Cloudy with a Chance (or CWAC, pronounced “quack”. Tehehe…) Anyway, I have off this weekend! SOOooOOOooo on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday I should have a few things up, including a [hopefully] really good post that I’ve been working up.
-Sam
Filed under: My life much?, Thoughts much? | Tags: 1970, 610, 620, 7, 740, bad score, douche nozzle, essay, good score, Math, reading, SAT, Scholastic Aptitude Test, Scholastic Assessment Test, Writing
It is the morning of June 26th, 2009. I find myself waking up to the sound of the phone ringing. My mother walks into my room to answer it, and begins a nice conversation with my grand(great?)aunt. I think to myself, SAT scores come out today! I check my cellphone to see if it is 8 o’clock yet. It’s only 7:49. Dammit!
Netherlevess*, I get out of bed anyway. I walk into the living room, wave to my mother who is ironing her clothes while conversing, and pick up my laptop. I go to CollegeBoard, sign in, and go to the SAT score, with the intention of refreshing the page as soon as 8 am rolls around. But to my surprise, the scores were already up!
Critical Reading: 610… Pretty good. Same as the PSAT.
Math: 740… Holy crap! Seriously???
Writing: 620… A little lower than the PSAT score. But who gives? I got a 740 in Math!
I grab the little stack of Post-It Notes I’ve been doodling on for the past two days to add up the scores. Once I get the final score, I circle it, give a little scream of triumph, and run to my mother in the kitchen. I whisper, “1970!”
I got a 740 on Math, so the addition should be right...
That’s right, party people! You’re incredible, edible (if you’re a cannibal) blogger got a frickin’ 1970 on her SATs! Sooooo much higher than I thought I would get. You see, on the PSAT, I got an 1830. I said that on the actual SAT I would get a 1760, while my friend said that I wold get an 1860. Well, he totally won that bet (thank God there was no cash involved, because I’m broke.)
Now I don’t get the actual test analysis until July 6th, but here’s how I break it down:
Critical Reading:
I got the exact score as I did on the PSAT. And quite honestly I’m not surprised. Throughout the week before the test, I studied the PSAT booklet and compare my study answers to the PSAT one. They were exactly the same. Seriously! If I happen to find my study sheets, I’ll upload them and show them to you! But the same score? No surprise.
Writing:
Okay, so I was mildly disappointed about getting a lower score at first. But when I thought about it a little harder, I figured out why. You see, there is no essay portion on the PSAT. So your PSAT score is strictly multiple choice. On the SAT, I did pretty well on the multiple choice, considering that I skipped a good amount of them (I got a 66 out of 80.) However, my essay screwed me over a little bit. I got a 7. I thought I would get a 4 from each grader. I’m not a very strong writer, I know it. But who’s the jerk that gave me a 3? I know that I had NO spelling or grammar mistakes because I had about three minutes left over and I reread my essay at least 3 times. And my essay was extremely well organized. I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN, YOU DOUCHE-NOZZLE!!! But hey! It’s not like I’m not mad about it or anything. I did much better than I thought I would, considering the fact that I did HORRIBLY on my study sheets.
Mathematics:
Okay, seriously? What the freak is going on? I got a 580 on the PSAT in my math section. But here’s what it is: I hadn’t taken the Math section of the SAT Prep class in school yet. I was going to take it about a month and a half after taking the PSAT. And I did learn a lot in that class. But I didn’t learn that much (I didn’t think so.) I felt like the math problems were really easy. I was able to finish pretty much all the questions in the math section (the ones I knew how to solve anyway) and had plenty of time left over (at least 8 minutes each time.) So, hey. Looks like Mr. M was a pretty good math teacher afterall. Thanks, Mr. M!
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So, the question that’s (maybe?) on your minds: Will I take the SATs again?
Maybe. You see, I tend to be an overachiever, and the overachiever in me is all like Come on, man! You’ve got to break 2000. I know you can do it! It’s sooo easy now that you know what the test is like, and you’ll be able to rub it in the faces of all those community-service-doing phonies and AP-class-taking morons in your school! (Apparently, my overachiever is Holden Caulfield.) But on the other hand, I’m a slacker. And the slacker in me (who, as it turns out, is pretty damn logical) is saying Dude. You got a 1970. That’s higher than or on point with the SAT scores of students in the colleges you plan on applying to. It’s WAAAAY higher than your first pick, and your second pick doesn’t even take SAT scores. You’re good where you are.
Quite honestly, I’m agreeing more with the slacker (I’m a sucker for the logical. Love ya, Spock!) I that know a college or two that I’m thinking about requires you to the SAT subject test, but I really don’t want to (take the test, or go to those colleges) all that much. I’ll stick with the college list I’ve got now, thank you very much.
I’m happy with a 1970. Yay!
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*”Netherlevess” was originally a typo, but I thought it was kind of funny, so I kept it. It’s like when I pronounce scissors like “skizzers” or say “nes-ses-ses-silly” instead of necessarily.
I know this is going to sound bad…
But I totaly forgot that I even had a blog.
I KNOW! I KNOW! How could I possibly do that?!?! I have a loyal readership of an average 6 visitors everyday! How could I let them down?
Well, no worry. I’ve been working on a really good list (it’s been such a long time since I’ve put up a list), so I’ll have it up by later on tonight.
But then again, you know how much I procrastinate- so expect it by tomorrow night, just to be safe.
Filed under: My life much? | Tags: break-up, douche baggery, exchange student, Great Gastby, guilt, hypocrisy, lyrics, project, Taiwan
I normally don’t talk too much about my life, but here goes:
Wait, that’s a total lie. I ramble about myself all the time. But let me continue:
So, today in English class the teacher assigns a new project. We have to find a song and relate the lyrics to different elements of “The Great Gatsby”. It’s a really cool assignment (I’ve actually already found my song).
Anyway, the teacher tells us that we have the option of working alone or with a partner. Now, as I have mentioned before, I hate group work, and when given the choice, I tend to work alone. So, I had already decided to work alone. And that’s when – we’ll call her Lisa- came along…
Lisa is an exchange student from Taiwan. She and her twin sister – we’ll call Ashley – (who also happens to be in this class) are really nice. I talk to them occasionally, especially in chemistry class (well, when I was in their chemistry class; I’m in a new one now). Anyway, Lisa walked up and said, “Do you want to be partners?”
“You’re not working with Ashley?”
“No, I don’t work with my sister.” She said it in a begrudging (is that a word?) tone that really surprised me, along with the tiniest eye roll (you really had to pay attention to notice it).
Now, I was in a bit of a dilemma: As much as I wanted to work alone, I have this weird desire to please everybody, so I said yes, BUT VERY HESITANTLY. I figured that maybe- just maybe- she would look at my body language and tell that I would rather work alone. But she didn’t. Then, she asked me if I had any idea what song I wanted to choose.
“Umm, I’m not too sure. You?”…
To which she responded with, “Nah. No idea.”
That’s when I realized- this is going no where. So I did what I really, really, REALLY didn’t want to do. I had to tell her that I’d rather work alone.
But how to go about it? Should I go the self-deprecation way and say that I’m not very responsible? Not convincing enough- she’s seen me give awesome presentations in history class…
What if I just admit that I’m anti-social? No… that wouldn’t work… Plus, I would feel stupid for saying that later on into the day.
I KNOW! I’m getting oral surgery tomorrow! I’ll just talk about how I won’t be in school on friday, and how I won’t really be able to talk on saturday and sunday, and how I might not have completely recovered by monday, and since it’s due on tuesday, we would be completely unprepared!
So that’s what I did. And it was the perfect plan right? Right??? WRONG!
She started biting her nails. She gave me a confused look. She stuttered a little when she asked me, “But, why?” I felt sooooo bad! Here she is, this completely kind person who just wanted a little help with a project, and I have to be a complete douchebag and say no, AFTER I’ve already said yes! I – SERIOUSLY – almost said, “Oh, it’s not you, honestly! It’s me!” But thankfully, I stopped myself before the words left my mouth, because I don’t think I could have dealt with the embarrassment of saying that.
And later on in study hall, when I was re-telling the story to one of my friends, I thought to myself: Dude, did I just go through a break-up?
Filed under: My life much?, Random much? | Tags: blind, heyo, pun, random, sunglasses
My mother and I were sitting on the couch, watching some t.v., and talking. The local news station was interviewing a blind man. Here’s a transcript:
Me: Wait… he’s blind. Why would he need sunglasses?
Mom: Well, some blind people’s eyes can be unsightly.
Me: OOOOHHH. Well that makes sense.
[Several seconds go by]
Mom: Heh. Pun not intended.
Me: What?
Mom: Blind eyes… Unsightly.
Me: Ooh.
[We begin to laugh a little]
Me: Heyo! [hand gesture and all]
[We laugh a little harder]
I just thought that was kinda funny… Funny enough to write about apparently. *cough*
Filed under: My life much? | Tags: ancronyms, confusion, Dilberta, fast talking, first job, friday, happiness, manager, smile emoticon, The Science Shoppe, thursday, TSS, wednesday
Okay, I’ve been realizing that for the past few posts, I’ve been beginning with, “I’m SOOOO sorry I haven’t been on for a few days.” Since I get like… less than 3 readers everyday, I’m just going to put up a post once a week or so.
Well, something major is happening, my friends:
I [think i] GOT A JOB!!!!
Now, I’ve heard about people getting fired for actually talking about where they work on the internet, so I’m not going to say the name of the store (until later maybe).
Anyway, Wednesday night, I went into, let’s just say… The Science Shoppe (my chemistry textbook is on the floor, in case you’re wondering where that name came from), and I picked up an application. I filled it out the next morning, and I went back to the store that night.
When my dad pulled up to TSS (ACRONYMS!!!), he said, “I don’t want you to just drop it off and leave. Go in and ask if you can talk to a manager.” So, I walked in, went up to the nearest register, and told the cashier I had an application, but I really wanted to introduce myself to a manager in person. The cashier grabbed the walkie-talkie and call the manager over. It took about 5 or 6 minutes for her to arrive. When, let’s call her… Dilberta (the comics are on the table) arrived, I introduced myself and gave her my application.
AND THEN SHE STARTED TALKING SO QUICKLY!!!! I could barely follow her. The whole time, I was waiting to sneak in the question, “So, how are the hours like?” But she was on a roll and I was just like, “S-… So-… S-… So, hah-…”. And whenever she asked me a question, it took me like 5 seconds to respond, which in restrospect doesn’t seem to bad, but at the rate she was talking, was as slow as a frickin’ tortoise! But here’s the kicker…
She asked me if I had my working papers on me, and I said, “… … No.” SO , Dilberta said, “Well, bring them here, I’ll sign them. Then you have to take it to your doctor, then to your school for your blue card. And when you get that, come back here.” We shook hands again, and I left to go back to my dad’s car.
When I got to the car, my dad said, sarcastically, “Well, you must have gotten the job, you were in there for such a long time.” Then I was like, “Well, she told me to bring in my working papers so she could sign them, and that when I get my blue card, I should come back to see her.”
“That’s great!” he said, non-sarcastically.
Soooo, I’m a little confused. Do I have a job? ‘Cause I brought the papers back to her and she signed them under where it says, “Name of Employer”. It’s all kinda surreal, and it happened so quickly.
Anyway, The Science Shoppe seems like a good place to work. Dilberta, though a fast talker, was really nice. And every else who works there is my age or older. And I haven’t seen or heard about anyone from my school working there. And it’s retail, not fast food. And all we have to do is wear vests for our uniform.
So, if I do work there, which I think I will be, I’m pretty sure Ill like it! 
Filed under: My life much? | Tags: comments, Emmys, pingback, Project Runway, spam, Top Chef, Top Chef Digest, Wordpress
I decided to log onto WordPress just to see how things were going on. I checked in my spam comments (because I LOVE IT when I get a comment marked as spam but it isn’t really spam). Well, I realize that there’s a pingback, and most of the time, my pingbacks are about me talking about a previous post.
But that wasn’t the case today, my friends!!! Earlier in the week, I made a post talking about how Top Chef should win the best reality show Emmy. (Well, I said that either Project Runway or Top Chef could win). Anyway, this blog called Top Chef Digest POSTED MY SNIPPET ABOUT ToP ChEf!!! And I know that I shouldn’t be wigging out about it, but it’s really cool to be a nobody and still be acknowledge.
So, in an effort to appear in the blog again:
TOP CHEF is awesome. It’s amazing. It’s epic. It’s like cooking on crack. It’s amped. It’s insane. It’s going to be in New York next season, even thought I REALLY want it to be in Philadelphia. It’s got Tom and Padme, who totally rock my world. It’s freakin’ super-fantastic. It’s scrumptuluscent. It’s cool. And it’s all I watch.
Thanks Top Chef Digest!!!
UPDATE: IT TOTALLY WORKED!!!!
Filed under: My life much?, Thoughts much? | Tags: Aeropostale, Amazon.com, art, brown, chai tea latte, DSW, Flight of the Concords, flip-flops, gingham, headphones, hipster, Hollister, houndstooth, iCon Clips, Jeppe, Jesper, Junior Senior, Kanye West, Little House on the Prairie, PacSun, Philadelphia, plaid, quilt, school, Skullcandy, Starbucks, tote bag, Uggs
This morning, as I was getting ready for school, I realized something. Now what I am going to say may either excite you or enrage you, so brace yourselves…
I am a hipster.
I decided to wear this plaid shirt that is “Little-House-on-the-Prairie-esque”, dark boot-cut jeans, and these really cool quilted shoes I bought from DSW over the summer (it doesn’t sound too pretty in theory, but you had to actually see me in the outfit). But it’s not just the clothes, it’s a way of life…
A few weeks ago, I was looking for some nice earphones. I really liked the Skull-candy iCon Clips:
I was reading the reviews for them on Amazon.com, and one person wrote, “Well, as a former hipster, I love them.” I didn’t think much of it.
Also, I realized some of the things I love are totally hipster-esque. Like, I love Kanye West. Not just because he’s an awesome rapper, but mostly because of his whole aura. He loves bright colors and insane graphics and his sense of fashion is pretty wicked, especially those glasses that you can’t see anything out of.
Another artist I love: Junior Senior. My love affair with the pop-duo began about a year ago, but I’ve completely rekindled my love for them. I got an iTunes gift card for my birthday and I bought their latest album Hey Hey My My Yo Yo. If you listen to their music, it’s every hipsters’ dream! Catchy beats, lyrics that don’t really have too much significance, and plus THEY’RE FOREIGN! Tri-fec-ta much?
My new favorite show? Flight of the Concords on HBO. Flight of the Concords is the *ahem* fourth most popular folk parody band of New Zealand (actually, they were FORMALLY the 4th most popular. Like of the Concords, a parody of FotC, has become more popular). Look, it doesn’t make much sense, but if you know FotC and watch the show, you get it. Anyway, Flight of the Concords is a mostly unknown band, with a mildy popular show, catchy beats, funny lyrics, and they’re foreign.
And here’s what really opened my eyes: At my school, being out of fashion is in (doesn’t make sense, I know). I mean, people are wearing Uggs STILL (didn’t they go out of fashion in 2005?, and aren’t they WINTER BOOTS?!?!). Everyone wears flip-flops and sweat pants and tees. I try to dress up a little. And honestly, I don’t even dress up too much, but it’s interpreted as dressing up. Well, I hang out with all the hipster types in my grade. We’re kinda looked down upon but we don’t really care.
And that’s it: I’ve got the hipster attitude. The whole- I like to make my own fads, and the- I’m so freakin’ awesome in my own mind. I’m super sarcastic, constantly have a pair of headphones on, and I use a tote bag as a backpack. And it’s not one of those Hollister, Aero, PacSun totes (I can’t stand those). It’s a brown tote with gingham pockets and houndstooth straps.
A few more tidbits: I love the cool-crazy-funky parts of Philadelphia, chai tea lattes from Starbucks, and I plan on having some type of art major in college.
Wow… I’m such a hipster. And I gotta say…
I kinda like it!
UPDATE: I found out- sooooo not a hipster. Guess it was a phase…
Filed under: My life much?, Random much?, Thoughts much? | Tags: fifteen, good bye, memories, September 6th, September 7th, sweet sixteen, years old
Well, it’s 11:41 right now. This is the last post I’ll be writing as a fifteen year old. In a few minutes, it will be September 7th, and I’ll be sixteen.
So my fifteen-year-old self, Here’s to you:
A lot of crappy stuff happened, but there were some good times to. And although I never accomplished pretty much anything that I wanted to at this age, it’s okay, because tomorrow (in about 15 minutes), I have another year to get it all done.
To all the memories, and to the many more to come!
~15 year-old Samone…
