Senior Surge

This post marks the beginning of what I have affectionately dubbed my 'senior surge'. Alright, well I'm not really calling it that, I still have a few kernels of dignity left. However, I'd like this to mark the beginning of a new phase for this blog. Honestly, I started this blog with the hopes of keeping a weekly update on the events of my life, taking a trendy and wittily cynical take on the otherwise painfully mundane. However, I forgot to include in my calculations just how all-encompassing that mundane life truly is. Content to simply keep my head above the water junior year, I all but forgot about this blog. Now, in my last year of high school, I'd like to start the blog anew, but without all the trouble and hassle of actually starting it new. So, while this post may just be a summary of what my day was like and how that may affect you the casual reader, I'd like you, the casual reader, to know that there are many more to come. So strap yourself in, world. Here comes the mundane.


In recent events, I have a girlfriend. We met over the summer while I was putting in a stint at the local University, helping to teach a class of small children the fundamentals of introductory Chemistry. Fundamentals of Horticulture so I took the next best thing. My experiences with that program were all over the place. It was an exciting experience, consisting of me attempting to explain to children who have only their video games and trust funds to look forward to, why its bad to eat many things. Now, we weren't exactly synthesizing amino acids, rather more basic stuff like figuring out the density of a block of wood, rock, ruptured can of insecticide, etc. In the afternoons after enjoying a hearty 4 hours of these creative children, Id help clean up the lab, and then head next door to help out with the Ecology class. Now, the Ecology class had two teachers and an assistant already. However, I'd dutifully attend to these kids, attempting to explain to them basic aspects of the world of Ecology such as the difference between horseshoe crabs and very unsettling aquatic based creatures (answer: none). So I met her in this Ecology class (not one of the children). She was the assistant that was actually assigned to that class and my witty charm combined with my natural good looks and the irresistible magnetic force of the Borax all over my clothes from my Chem class certainly did the trick. Now that we've officially entered into a relationship with each other, I'm pleasantly surprised to find myself actually at ease with her. It's my first really healthy relationship, and while I've always been a bit hesitant about opening up about my life to anyone but my dog, I'm happy to say that I'm, well...happy. And happy to say it. It's amazing how a good postivie attitude can see your through the week and while cynical Andrew is I'm sure off in some corner of my mind somewhere laughing quietly about all of this, I've decided that I'm not going to listen to him right now.

So, this week flew by for me. School is hard but enjoyable. My only point of consternation is focused on my Spanish class. I'm taking Spanish AP this year, and while I'm very excited to be taking my 6th year of Spanish, my experiences last year have handicapped me (and the rest of the class). My Spanish has atrophied, withered and shrunk from a full year of undernourishment and abuse. Huddling in the fetal position, whimpering in broken and fragmented Spanish. Luckily, every Friday this year we're watching an episode of a Mexican telenovela. Will Pablo get Diana? Will mustachioed Victor really stand in the way of Isabela's marriage? I personally don't know, but I do know that it makes damn good television.

Until later,

andrito

Picture Time: The photo was taken of my and a few of my teammates next to our broken truck the last time I was in Biloxi during the relief mission in July. From right to left, me, Steve, and yes there he is in all of his glory: Martin Sheen.