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13th June, 2006. 10:27 am. Comment and be added as a friend!

Just swithced this LJ to friends-only. So if you want to read my journal, just comment and I would love to add you, provided that I know you somehow. :)

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12th June, 2006. 6:10 pm.

the scariest thing just happened...i locked myself outside of my lab with all my stuff and I mean ALL of them inside the lab...i just blanked out on the access code for some reason...i knocked on all the office doors and thank god someone was there (despite the fact it's their summer vacation) and opened the lab for me..pheww....

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30th May, 2006. 4:16 pm.

THis is an interesting article.....


Senior Lounges a Sanctuary for the Upper Class
Grads-to-Be Get a Special Place for Waning Days of High School

By Ian Shapira
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, May 30, 2006; B01

Inside the cafeteria at Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology, an invisible line cordons off the regular lunch tables from a members-only area furnished with pleather couches, foosball and pool tables and a 61-inch television hooked to a Nintendo video game player.

In one corner, seniors are belting out battle cries, claiming their turn to play Super Smash Brothers. On the couches, classmates are collecting money to finance a Humvee limo for the prom. And over by the back wall, two groups of soon-to-be-graduates are spinning foosball rods and aiming pool cues.

Would-be interlopers -- i.e., any underclassman -- at the Fairfax County public school know not to intrude. This is the inner sanctum of cool, the ultimate sign of high school status: the senior lounge. Right now, with graduation looming, its occupants and those in senior lounges across the Washington area are at their peak of prestige.

In these waning days of final exams and adult supervision, the lounges give seniors a heady VIP experience, their last taste of elitism before they endure postgraduate plebeian status again.

They are teacher-free sanctuaries where seniors can fully luxuriate in their senioritis, listen to music, text-message their friends at other schools and write term papers -- while someone two feet away concocts a strange sludge made of mustard and saliva inside the refrigerator. In other words, lounges are where seniors prepare for college, and perhaps, adulthood.

"Everyone in the cafeteria watches you walk in when the door opens. Everyone turns," said Lauren Jost, 17, captain of the girls' varsity swim team, lunching in the senior lounge at Osbourn Park High in Prince William County.

Senior lounges have existed in U.S. high schools for decades, becoming especially popular during the 1970s, when high school students tried to emulate the independence of their college counterparts, said Bruce Hunter, associate executive director of the American Association of School Administrators.

Back then -- though it may be hard to believe in today's anti-vending, anti-smoking era -- students were allowed to smoke in some senior lounges. These days, lounges come with rules, and if the rules are broken, schools shut them down while administrators and class representatives embark on peace talks. Students usually make promises that they will bus their lunch trays or refrain from chucking milk cartons against the wall.

At Osbourn Park, seniors past and present have painted the walls of their lounge, a private cafeteria room, with murals, some incorporating names and occasional references to sex and drugs. "Can't Spell DOPE without OP!" one graduate wrote, referring to his school's nickname, OP.

In some schools, lounges are among seniors' most conspicuous perks, especially in May, when exams are petering out and class work includes watching the Bill Murray movie "What About Bob?" for a psychology course -- at least at Montgomery County's Montgomery Blair High School. Seniors can listen to music or exchange cellphone text messages without getting into trouble; they can talk about college rejections without fear of being judged.

In the District, the lounge in the private Sidwell Friends School is plastered with college rejection letters; students once called it "Rejection Row." At the private Severn School in Anne Arundel County, students hold a table tennis tournament in the lounge.

Lounges can be a breeding ground for cross-clique solidarity.

When someone is having a party at home to watch a TV show, that person might say, "S'lounge is coming over," or "I invited senior lounge," said Sally Simms, 18, sitting in the Thomas Jefferson lounge recently.

Her friend Eunbee Kim, 18, chimed in: "There's like an aura. Underclassmen think it's off-limits."

And what goes on in the lounge during class hours when students are supposed to be at their desks? "They just cut class and game," Simms said, as all of her girlfriends shared knowing laughs and glanced in the direction of an all-male group gathered zombielike around the television set.

At Blair High School, seniors have their own courtyard with lunch tables, rocks they have arranged into the '06 of their class year, and a grooved concrete surface that provides a ready-made court for games of four square.

As Blair seniors sat down at a courtyard lunch table one day recently, talk turned to which kinds of students go there and which don't. Although some minority students use it, Dan Donnelly, clad in a pink lacrosse T-shirt, characterized the demographic bluntly: "It's the white people and the people who hang out with white people," he said.

The main hallway near the Blair cafeteria is filled with black, Hispanic and Asian students. Many of them, seniors included, dismissed the lounge. They likened the hallways to the liveliness of a city and the courtyard to the sedate ennui of a suburb.

"They play tag. That's not cool," said senior Krysta Byrd. Besides, if you're outside in the senior courtyard, "you'll miss all the fights."

Back at Osbourn Park's lounge, Michelle Quiroga was enjoying her lunch with fellow seniors in their private cafeteria away from the dregs of the underclassmen. She pondered the idea of senior superiority and how the lounge, even if it doesn't have a velvet rope or a gated fence, has been good practice for her adult years.

"Yeah, there will be other senior lounges in life," she said.

R.J. Hogren, the school's National Honor Society vice president, nodded slowly.

"That's deep," he concluded.

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30th May, 2006. 3:47 pm.

I am bored.................................................................................................................................................................................... i think I need to start on my DS essay.........but I don't want to!!!....



I am really bored......................................................................................................................................

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29th May, 2006. 11:37 am.

I had sushi for the first time...okay...maybe my second time, but last time I just had a bit of it and spit it out. This time, I actually like ate about six of seven of them. So one of my friends took me down to Old Town Pasadena last night as a little celebration for getting through the college admission process and whatnot, which was very nice of him. I never been to that section of LA before, so it was really cool. It's an almost urban hanging out place for "young professionals and Asain teenagers" as my friend has so accurately described. SO yah, back to sushi. I guess it wasn't that bad when I stopped thinking of it as like raw fish. It really wasn't. I can't say I was in love with it but I didn't think it was gross.

So what was my first offical sushi experience. I can say I was happy! =D

AND AND AND...we did like intuition/math/probability problems during our sushi dinner! So that was good.

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27th May, 2006. 7:43 pm.

I went to Cindy Montanez's rally today. i had to wake up really early to get there by 8AM (the rally's at 9 though)...but I didn't..I woke up at 8, freaked out, and got there by 8:30. It was really good!!! Dolores Huerta was there and we got to do the union clap and chant "si se puede, si se puede." Then Assemblymember Lloyd Levine spoke (omgish, he's so hot...but yah), Assemblymember Pedro Napa spoke, City Controller John Chang spoke, and then Cindy Montanez got the crowd all hyped up!!!! I LOVE that lady, I hope she wins.

SO after the rally, i went phonebanking for Cindy. I called like 300 people for 8 hours....got a dozen "yeses"...no "nos"(thank god!!!), hell lots of hang ups (damn, people are RUDE!) and refusals to answer. BUT ONE LADY MADE MY DAY.....

So I called her, and she was like "yah, I am gonna vote but I don't who to vote for" and she was hang up. I jumped right in and talked about Cindy's consumer protection bills, and she wasn't that impressed. I asked her "well, what type of issues do you care about?" She said education. So I jumped right in...talked to her for like 10 mins about Cindy's bills on education and other things about her and how her opponent is sponsored by big corporations and how Cindy doesn't have that much fund because she's endorsed by unions and the working class instead of big businesses and etc. So she asked me if I believed in Cindy. I said yes. She asked if I were a volunteer. I said yes. She asked me if I were volunteering for a school project. I said no, and I am senior, I am done with school. THhen she said "okay, I vote for Cindy only because your passion about her and her policies."

WOW>..I was so happy I almost cried. I mean, after like 100 people hang up on you and say taht you are bothering them or that they don't care about politics, it's so great to have someone reward you for your hard work and your political believes and passion.

I am happy.

Current mood: happy.

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21st May, 2006. 11:55 am.

So this Sat, I woke up at 8AM (that’s early for a Sat) volunteered at the Legal Clinic after like a month of disappearance due to APs and whatnot. It felt really good to be back in action, listening to woeful stories about vile employers’ mistreatment of workers and proceeding to take some legal actions against these base and inhumane activities. But then there was one client who just had to ruin my Saturday. The first question she asked me when I sat down with her was “do you know about the WARN Act?” I shook my head because even though I think it has something to do with mass layoffs and employers’ obligations to pay wages up to 60 days or something like that (and it was something like that…see, I do remember stuff from law classes), I didn’t want to say “yes” and get it wrong and look like an idiot. Then the woman proceeded to ask me “are you a lawyer?” I said “nope, I am a high school student.” I could just see the disappointment on her face. See, normally, I would have felt bad about disappointing someone, but she was just so condescending in her attitude, like the way she asked those two questions, in the tone of “I know more than you do, so I don’t appreciate you taking time of your Saturday and volunteering to help those who need legal advice since well, you know, you are not a lawyer and you don’t know anything.” Well, first off, it’s a FREE legal clinic!!! We only have one supervising lawyer and the rest of the staff consists of volunteers, which means they work for FREE! They are usually law students. AND AND AND her case had NOTHING to do with the WARN act!!!! She was inquiring about workers comp!!! AND AND AND if she had read the flyer we have, she would have known that we don’t offer services for workers comp since it’s such an intricate subject. So I just referred her to the SF Bar Association, which will refer her to a workers comp lawyer. I just wish she was more appreciative of the services we do offer.

Then after I got out of the clinic around 1PM, I went to Chinatown with my mother. We bought all the pendants for necklaces as gifts for teachers and whatnot. I had boba, and I was happy!!!

Then around 8PM, I went to a promotion for a summer leadership conference. I was supposed to be giving a speech about leadership and its meanings and my experience as a senior. All the speakers and camp workers showed up but no students. I really wished they did a better job advertising it, but hey, it’s their first year and there’s limited budget and time, so it’s all good. We just had pizza and ice cream and talked about how to make the camp experience better and how to recruit students.

I came home around 11:30 PM, called Azziz up, talked for a while, then went to sleep.

I did absolutely no homework.

Current mood: cheerful.

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18th May, 2006. 2:24 pm.

I had my first experience in being 18 years old actually mattered, and it's was really really sad, at least in my opinion. So my mother after she got gas wanted to buy a lottery ticket. Now, I usually don't support this type of activity that involves useless battles against probability, but I volunteered to get it for her because I thought it would be really cool to show everyone (in that stupid gas station) that I am 18 and an adult!!! So I walked to the fat guy behind the counter, asking to buy a lottery ticket. He told me that I need to show my ID. My idiotic self left it in the car, so I went and got it. I showed him my ID, and he's like "I can't take a school ID, it needs to be a CA ID." I don't have a CA ID, so I was pissed.

Now everything would have been a "whatever" if my mom didn't get involved in it. After I told her what happened, she LAUGHED!!! SHE LAUGHED FOR LIKE 5 MINS!!!...I felt like a dumbass. So yeah...

that was my dumb story of the day.

Current mood: apathetic.

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16th May, 2006. 10:11 am.

I finished my Model UN position paper!! YAY!!! I am so proud of myself because I am actually caring about a HW assignment!!!

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14th May, 2006. 2:22 pm.

I find it extremely annoying that I cannot say anything un-profound (which is often the case) AND admit to people that I am in love with the Disney without people reminding me that I am going to Yale. What the hell does that have to do with anything? I am not THAT dumb that I cannot even remember where I will be next year.

Next time people ask me where I am going for college, I will just say "I don't know yet."

Current mood: bitchy.

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