I got my schedule for the year the night before school started last Wednesday. I was disappointed to find I had a study hall fourth bell. Other than gym and B&W/digital photography (which I have because it was one of only three choices for that bell when I was making choices last spring), all my classes seemed pretty good.
-I woke up at o550 on accident (meaning for 0600, but my clocks wer ten minutes ahead somehow) and found that I didn't need half that time to get ready, so I sat around; I might have even gone back to sleep. Then I biked on up to the school.
-Band came first, and it was just like I remembered X-periods being: tired. Next came physics. Mr Barney, to impress us, did some tricks with an electromagnet and also an interesting one where he put rosin on his fingers and swiped them down a six-foot aluminum pole to make a noise sort of like the world's loudest dog whistle, except low enough that instead of being inaudible it only made you bleed through the ears.
-Gym was stupid; Creutz (Mr Creutzinger) gave us a bunch of forms to sign and told us what the rules were this year. Then came AP American History with Mr Volz. He has long hair and told us he had a sense of humor. When people tell you they have a sense of humor they usually don't have a spectacular one.
-In study hall I read the book I had, A Sand County Almanac (and Sketches Here and There). I like that book. Then I had Advanced Math Concepts with Mrs Otten, who said we were free to talk without raising our hands. Lunch was halfway through that bell; I had pizza. I finished math and then went to English. Mrs Kopke gave us a story to read on the very first night. I've heard that's more or less typical of how English 11 Accelerated goes. And finally I had Spanish IV with Mrs Rudolph, who almost looks like a student. She's short and about 21. After Spanish school let out.
-This year I have three classes with Aaron, compared to just English last year. I'm also with Rosie, Matt, and Kristen more than last year. I've tried to get my study hall fourth bell changed to Community Service, which would look good on a college application, but Mr Volz (who's in charge of that too) told me he already has 36 students in fourth bell and may have to eject some of them into study hall. He never explicitly told me no, so I'll keep a little bit of hope, but it's pretty dim.
-This year there's a new policy in our school: everyone has to tuck their shirts in. They say it's to promote common decency and keep people from concealing weapons. That's a bunch of hooey. Common decency? Tucking shirts in isn't common. And who are they to say just what Common Decency is anyhow? Not many people are tucking their shirts in, but at the class meeting today we found out that if everyone starts doing it they might consider repealing the rule. Also at the class meeting Aaron asked if we could start using mesh bookbags, as opposed to no bookbags, to carry stuff around to classes. As it is I have to carry a toppling twenty-pound stack of binders and textbooks and folders to each class until sixth bell. It doesn't take much to figure that's not quite right.
-This morning I was wearing a "Think Ahead" shirt that my mom ordered a few days ago and Mr Canter noticed it. When he did the daily announcements he said, "First of all, I want you all to look at Neo's shirt." (I'm called Neo in band, for obscure reasons.) "I think we all need to get a shirt like that."
-"I sell 'em," I said peppily.
-"Oh do you?" he said. He didn't ask me for the website name, possibly because I didn't have a chance to tell him I sold them on a website, but in Physics, Oh Who Was It asked me about it and I gave her the address. I'll post it here again too, because by now that one post is far buried. I also think I'll make another shirt today.
Cheers,
Myself
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Monday, August 22, 2005
School
My summer has shrunk to the size of a regular old day off. All there is left of it is tomorrow. And I only got one creekwalk in. I wanted to take one today, but then I realized I had band practice. The one I got was on Friday or Saturday. I don't remember which. I was about to go somewhere and was putting on my shoes when Aaron called me. He asked if I wanted to go creeking. I decided creekwalking was more important than where I was going and biked up to his house to show him some maps.
-I had figured we'd either go to the Railroad (doubted it even then) or on a creekwalk I haven't done before, the school to Winton Woods. But Aaron surprised me by telling me of a different creek he knew, one that emanated from a place called Melody Park right down a street from his house. I checked my trusty topography sources and saw that it joined up with the creek behind the school to got to Winton Woods as well. Since Aaron's printer wouldn't work, I freehanded a little map, and we had a few cups of water, and we left his house.
-I didn't know what Melody Park might look like. And as we walked down Melody Lane, which ended in a cul-de-sac a hundred yards from where it started, I didn't even see where it might be. Then when we got to the end I noticed there was a little sidewalk running between two houses. I discovered that the sidewalk runs under a few trees and then turns into a shallow staircase going down a very tall hill to a field lined with tall grass hiding the creek. The creek was different from other creeks, but then all creeks are. It had a lot of rocks around, good for stepping on, and it ran right behind a bunch of backyards. There was almost no room for walking on either shore: there was a vertical bank and then a very thick forest. Luckily the rocks were there for a lot of the time. When they weren't we had to either go through the forest or try to cling to the bank, sometimes by using trees to hold onto. One time while moving down a shore and hanging onto trees one after another, leaning out backwards over the creek, I fell in and dunked my shoes, but other than that we were mainly successful. We named a few places along the way. A tree across the creek from the yard of a guy who kept talking on his cell phone was "Stop Here and Rest a Moment", and a log somewhere farther along was "Chillin' Log". Right around Chillin' Log I found a black plastic A. I gave it to Aaron. And we made jokes, and that sort of stuff. You know, the kind of stuff you do with friends.
-The creek we were on sideswipes Daly Road, and we had started hearing traffic, but the traffic wasn't coming from the right angle to be Daly. Sure enough, when we came up it was Compton, which I then realized we hadn't crossed yet. We did then, and found the creek again running under the Jerome W Sirk bridge. To the left of the bridge it forked away, but we took the right fork and kept on going. The creek was a little wider here and the bank was a little flatter. A while further on the woods at the left bank vanished and as I stood on the other bank, on the edge of what appeared to be a bridge that was demolished, I saw across the creek what looked like some kind of religious building--a pyramid with about twenty sides, and inflated a little so it was convex. Then I looked through the open doorway and realized it was a salt storage dome. While I stood there a green county pickup truck wandered aimlessly there. Aaron caught up and we took advantage of the road that had once crossed the creek on the now-defunct bridge. It was paved with gravel and it ran alongside the creek. It ended at a road. The road was Compton.
-And here I figured we were farther along than that. Across the street was a condo complex called Bridgecreek, featuring the creek running under a nice bridge. To the right was Cherryblossom. I checked my freehand map again and couldn't figure out where we might be. Aaron decided we must've made a wrong turn at the Jerome W Sirk bridge so far back, and rather than keep going we decided to follow Cherryblossom back to his neighborhood. In retrospect it was probably a good thing we stopped there, since we were both probably somewhere close to dehydrated. We hadn't brought bottles, because there weren't any handy. Cherryblossom turned out to end right near Skyline Chili, so we stopped there and with the sixteen dollars we had together bought a modest but filling meal and drank a lot of free refills. We also tried to visit BJ, but he wasn't home so we walked back to Aaron's, stopping at Andy Hughes's place along the way.
-Yesterday Dad took me to bigg's and we bought some school supplies--mainly notebooks and folders. I want to go to Office Depot and get some more #3 Pencils, because I'm running out. I bought, like, five dozen one time about three years ago and they've lasted me until now.
-So school starts on Wednesday. Bright and early at 0720 for us band kids. I think the first day of school should start at noon. And while I'm at it, I also don't think you should have to go to school on your birthday. Oh, and I can't wait for winter. Mrs Rielac up the street says this one's probably going to be a hard one, judging by how there are already berries on her magnolia and acorns on the ground. That means more snow, and thus more snow days!
-I had figured we'd either go to the Railroad (doubted it even then) or on a creekwalk I haven't done before, the school to Winton Woods. But Aaron surprised me by telling me of a different creek he knew, one that emanated from a place called Melody Park right down a street from his house. I checked my trusty topography sources and saw that it joined up with the creek behind the school to got to Winton Woods as well. Since Aaron's printer wouldn't work, I freehanded a little map, and we had a few cups of water, and we left his house.
-I didn't know what Melody Park might look like. And as we walked down Melody Lane, which ended in a cul-de-sac a hundred yards from where it started, I didn't even see where it might be. Then when we got to the end I noticed there was a little sidewalk running between two houses. I discovered that the sidewalk runs under a few trees and then turns into a shallow staircase going down a very tall hill to a field lined with tall grass hiding the creek. The creek was different from other creeks, but then all creeks are. It had a lot of rocks around, good for stepping on, and it ran right behind a bunch of backyards. There was almost no room for walking on either shore: there was a vertical bank and then a very thick forest. Luckily the rocks were there for a lot of the time. When they weren't we had to either go through the forest or try to cling to the bank, sometimes by using trees to hold onto. One time while moving down a shore and hanging onto trees one after another, leaning out backwards over the creek, I fell in and dunked my shoes, but other than that we were mainly successful. We named a few places along the way. A tree across the creek from the yard of a guy who kept talking on his cell phone was "Stop Here and Rest a Moment", and a log somewhere farther along was "Chillin' Log". Right around Chillin' Log I found a black plastic A. I gave it to Aaron. And we made jokes, and that sort of stuff. You know, the kind of stuff you do with friends.
-The creek we were on sideswipes Daly Road, and we had started hearing traffic, but the traffic wasn't coming from the right angle to be Daly. Sure enough, when we came up it was Compton, which I then realized we hadn't crossed yet. We did then, and found the creek again running under the Jerome W Sirk bridge. To the left of the bridge it forked away, but we took the right fork and kept on going. The creek was a little wider here and the bank was a little flatter. A while further on the woods at the left bank vanished and as I stood on the other bank, on the edge of what appeared to be a bridge that was demolished, I saw across the creek what looked like some kind of religious building--a pyramid with about twenty sides, and inflated a little so it was convex. Then I looked through the open doorway and realized it was a salt storage dome. While I stood there a green county pickup truck wandered aimlessly there. Aaron caught up and we took advantage of the road that had once crossed the creek on the now-defunct bridge. It was paved with gravel and it ran alongside the creek. It ended at a road. The road was Compton.
-And here I figured we were farther along than that. Across the street was a condo complex called Bridgecreek, featuring the creek running under a nice bridge. To the right was Cherryblossom. I checked my freehand map again and couldn't figure out where we might be. Aaron decided we must've made a wrong turn at the Jerome W Sirk bridge so far back, and rather than keep going we decided to follow Cherryblossom back to his neighborhood. In retrospect it was probably a good thing we stopped there, since we were both probably somewhere close to dehydrated. We hadn't brought bottles, because there weren't any handy. Cherryblossom turned out to end right near Skyline Chili, so we stopped there and with the sixteen dollars we had together bought a modest but filling meal and drank a lot of free refills. We also tried to visit BJ, but he wasn't home so we walked back to Aaron's, stopping at Andy Hughes's place along the way.
-Yesterday Dad took me to bigg's and we bought some school supplies--mainly notebooks and folders. I want to go to Office Depot and get some more #3 Pencils, because I'm running out. I bought, like, five dozen one time about three years ago and they've lasted me until now.
-So school starts on Wednesday. Bright and early at 0720 for us band kids. I think the first day of school should start at noon. And while I'm at it, I also don't think you should have to go to school on your birthday. Oh, and I can't wait for winter. Mrs Rielac up the street says this one's probably going to be a hard one, judging by how there are already berries on her magnolia and acorns on the ground. That means more snow, and thus more snow days!
Sunday, August 21, 2005
The Lawnmower Man
True story:
-My uncle Dan and aunt Tracy recently moved. Before they did they had a neighbor who liked to run his riding mower. All the time they would hear his mower going. He wasn't mowing his lawn. He actually had the mower parked there on his patio, and he was sitting on it, letting it run. Occasionally he would have a few beers.
-This is completely irrelevant, but I remembered it a minute ago and decided I'd write about it.
-My uncle Dan and aunt Tracy recently moved. Before they did they had a neighbor who liked to run his riding mower. All the time they would hear his mower going. He wasn't mowing his lawn. He actually had the mower parked there on his patio, and he was sitting on it, letting it run. Occasionally he would have a few beers.
-This is completely irrelevant, but I remembered it a minute ago and decided I'd write about it.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Café Press.
I am going to elaborate on CaféPress here. It is a website that is very clever in concept. You upload your design to them, and choose what shirt it would be best on. Then, when someone orders that shirt, they make it for them and charge them. The price is whatever you want it to be, as long as it's at or above CP's base price, which is usually somewhere like $12 to $14. You mark it up however much you want.
-This is very great. But there are a few problems. The first one is that they don't offer any dark colors, as they can't figure out how to put light-colored ink on a dark-colored shirt. They only offer four colors of shirt: white, light green, gray, and pink. I'd say that severely limits creativity.
-The next problem is that they put limits on you. They offer about fifteen kinds of shirts, including the pink, gray, and green ones. But you can only sell each kind of shirt with one design on it. So if you put, say, "Design A" on a green shirt, and you have also "Design B" that you want to put on a green shirt, you can't do it UNLESS! you upgrade to a "Premium Shop" for $5 a year. That's why I haven't yet put out any more than two designs. I've only found two designs that work with the kind of shirts they're offering.
-And to make things worse, I've hit on a problem that not many other people have. One of my images (One that says "Caution: Do Not Read This Shirt" and has a red triangle with a black exclamation point in it), which I uploaded to the site but had kept in my "Image Basket" until I could find a good shirt for it, seems to violate a copyright. That's what was in the first letter they sent me. It was a very cheerful letter that was careful not to be accusative, so that's all good. But it still supposedly violated someone's copyright. I asked them whose. They promptly sent me another letter telling me that it was the copyright of one Jim Vitello.
-I researched Jim Vitello. He owns an online shop. The shop sells Scratch-'n'Sniff underwear. He markets it under the brand Caution, with an exclamation point in a triangle, a lot like mine. His website doesn't actually appear to sell anything, though. What it looks like has happened is that he registered the word "Caution" for a Registered Trademark with the U.S. Patent office for the sole purpose of cruising CaféPress and pointing out to other people trying to use the word "Caution" that he owns the trademark. Because when I researched him, I found an entire message board consisting of people who had been gotten by the Caution Guy. Most of them were trying to sell stuff on CaféPress that, blindingly obviously, had nothing whatsoever to do with his Scratch-'n'-Sniff underwear (if he even makes it at all). Stuff like my T-shirt. Every time he finds something he writes to CP--I can see him staring at his keyboard in the dark, doing a little hunt and peck with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth--and tells them BOOP, BOOP he's found someone trying to infringe on his trademark. Then, because CP is afraid of him suing them, they quickly email a paranoid letter to the offending innocent. I wrote CP a letter back once I found out what this guy was about. I said, yes, my shirt was pretty similar to his logo and that I would change it, maybe taking out the exclamation point, but that the real issue was that this guy was a lunatic, and that they needed to get a backbone and do something about him. I don't know if they will, but they obviously should.
-Anyhow, I'm going to write a description for that "Think Ahead" shirt, because I haven't yet, and then maybe put some of my other designs onto the different variations of white shirt they offer (fitted, organic, economy...). But I don't think I'll stick around with CaféPress much longer. They seem to be dweebs. Get the shirts while you can!
-This is very great. But there are a few problems. The first one is that they don't offer any dark colors, as they can't figure out how to put light-colored ink on a dark-colored shirt. They only offer four colors of shirt: white, light green, gray, and pink. I'd say that severely limits creativity.
-The next problem is that they put limits on you. They offer about fifteen kinds of shirts, including the pink, gray, and green ones. But you can only sell each kind of shirt with one design on it. So if you put, say, "Design A" on a green shirt, and you have also "Design B" that you want to put on a green shirt, you can't do it UNLESS! you upgrade to a "Premium Shop" for $5 a year. That's why I haven't yet put out any more than two designs. I've only found two designs that work with the kind of shirts they're offering.
-And to make things worse, I've hit on a problem that not many other people have. One of my images (One that says "Caution: Do Not Read This Shirt" and has a red triangle with a black exclamation point in it), which I uploaded to the site but had kept in my "Image Basket" until I could find a good shirt for it, seems to violate a copyright. That's what was in the first letter they sent me. It was a very cheerful letter that was careful not to be accusative, so that's all good. But it still supposedly violated someone's copyright. I asked them whose. They promptly sent me another letter telling me that it was the copyright of one Jim Vitello.
-I researched Jim Vitello. He owns an online shop. The shop sells Scratch-'n'Sniff underwear. He markets it under the brand Caution, with an exclamation point in a triangle, a lot like mine. His website doesn't actually appear to sell anything, though. What it looks like has happened is that he registered the word "Caution" for a Registered Trademark with the U.S. Patent office for the sole purpose of cruising CaféPress and pointing out to other people trying to use the word "Caution" that he owns the trademark. Because when I researched him, I found an entire message board consisting of people who had been gotten by the Caution Guy. Most of them were trying to sell stuff on CaféPress that, blindingly obviously, had nothing whatsoever to do with his Scratch-'n'-Sniff underwear (if he even makes it at all). Stuff like my T-shirt. Every time he finds something he writes to CP--I can see him staring at his keyboard in the dark, doing a little hunt and peck with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth--and tells them BOOP, BOOP he's found someone trying to infringe on his trademark. Then, because CP is afraid of him suing them, they quickly email a paranoid letter to the offending innocent. I wrote CP a letter back once I found out what this guy was about. I said, yes, my shirt was pretty similar to his logo and that I would change it, maybe taking out the exclamation point, but that the real issue was that this guy was a lunatic, and that they needed to get a backbone and do something about him. I don't know if they will, but they obviously should.
-Anyhow, I'm going to write a description for that "Think Ahead" shirt, because I haven't yet, and then maybe put some of my other designs onto the different variations of white shirt they offer (fitted, organic, economy...). But I don't think I'll stick around with CaféPress much longer. They seem to be dweebs. Get the shirts while you can!
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Permanent Marker
I have just finished starting creating my T-shirt store! It is located right here. As yet there are only two shirts there: "Think ahead" and "What do you mean it's backwards?" As soon as I figure out how to put more on, I will do it. Rest assured, I've got eleven more great designs to put forth. I'm a little bit worried that it's not possible to add more products. Hope it is.
Other than that, this last week or two I've been going to band practices and doing Spanish stuff mainly, because (have I said this already?) I'm skipping Spanish III this summer to do IV this year, but I can't just skip it, so I've got to do the course during the summer. I just finished the course book last night and tonight wrote my one-page essay on La Catrina, which isn't as lame a book as it sounds like, but is still fairly lame. Fortunately, the essay only peripherally involved the book. It was much more about what foreign country I would go to college in if I were going to. I said Canada. I also vouched for Spain's siestas. I said I think there should be siestas everwhere. Tomorrow is the Spanish "Exam", which Mrs. Rudolph mentioned before she left for vacation last week, but didn't explain. I guess I'll... go up to her house, or something. I don't know.
BJ--How do you want me to Drop You A Line? If here is okay, then sure I'll go to the bowling party with you. What alley? One time at Brentwood Bowl a few years ago I was with Micah and one of their vending machines failed to vend (it was the kind where you stick a quarter in and out comes a small, crappy toy), and when we told a certain guy at the desk, he said it was a vending machine where you only have a chance of getting something, which it obviously wasn't--for one thing why would anyone put their money into it if they didn't know they'd get anything and there was no fun involved in trying to get it?-- and when we tried to explain this to him he got all annoyed and rude--and we were, like, twelve and eight at the time, bear in mind. So I told him he was a rude person and ever since I haven't gone back there. But maybe they've fired him. It seems likely. And if they haven't, he wouldn't dare be rude to a large group of teenagers, for fear he might find his car on fire, with him in it.
Other than that, this last week or two I've been going to band practices and doing Spanish stuff mainly, because (have I said this already?) I'm skipping Spanish III this summer to do IV this year, but I can't just skip it, so I've got to do the course during the summer. I just finished the course book last night and tonight wrote my one-page essay on La Catrina, which isn't as lame a book as it sounds like, but is still fairly lame. Fortunately, the essay only peripherally involved the book. It was much more about what foreign country I would go to college in if I were going to. I said Canada. I also vouched for Spain's siestas. I said I think there should be siestas everwhere. Tomorrow is the Spanish "Exam", which Mrs. Rudolph mentioned before she left for vacation last week, but didn't explain. I guess I'll... go up to her house, or something. I don't know.
BJ--How do you want me to Drop You A Line? If here is okay, then sure I'll go to the bowling party with you. What alley? One time at Brentwood Bowl a few years ago I was with Micah and one of their vending machines failed to vend (it was the kind where you stick a quarter in and out comes a small, crappy toy), and when we told a certain guy at the desk, he said it was a vending machine where you only have a chance of getting something, which it obviously wasn't--for one thing why would anyone put their money into it if they didn't know they'd get anything and there was no fun involved in trying to get it?-- and when we tried to explain this to him he got all annoyed and rude--and we were, like, twelve and eight at the time, bear in mind. So I told him he was a rude person and ever since I haven't gone back there. But maybe they've fired him. It seems likely. And if they haven't, he wouldn't dare be rude to a large group of teenagers, for fear he might find his car on fire, with him in it.
Wednesday, August 3, 2005
Ted Berry
I was at Wendy's the other day, having a spicy chicken sandwich and sitting by the window watching the cars pull into the parking lot. I had been sitting there about fifteen minutes when one car in particular got my attention, because it had two bumper stickers that said "Ted Berry for Judge" and two huge decals saying the same things on both the back doors, and the license plate said "TMB 2". It didn't take much to deduce that the person driving this car was probably Ted Berry himself, whoever that was. He came out of the car, dutifully peeled the two decals off the back doors (they turned out to have been magnetic), put them in the trunk, and came into the restaurant.
-After he ordered he sat at a table that was nowhere near mine. He looked kind of Mexican, and he had a mustache and was wearing a tie. He ate for a while, and one time he got a phone call from what seemed to be his wife. I ate the rest of my meal too. He got up around the same time I did, and we met at the garbage can. "So are you Ted Berry?" I asked.
-"Yeah," he said. "Why?"
-"Oh, I saw your decals and your car."
-"Oh. Yes, I'm Ted Berry," he said and shook my hand. As we walked out the door he asked, "Are you eighteen yet?"
-"No, I'm not voting age," I laughed.
-"Oh," he said, walking to his car. "…You live around here?"
-"Yeah, just down the street."
-"Well … tell your parents to vote for me!" he said eagerly. I smiled at him. Then he opened his trunk and gave me a flyer, which I later discovered had a few typos, and pulled out a Ted Berry for Judge sticker and put it on my sleeve. We said bye and I got on my bike. I realized I didn't know yet whether or not I supported him, or even what party he was from, but I thought it was kind of neat that I had met someone with his own stickers, so I wore it all the way home and then stuck it on my door. I did some research on him and found out that he's the son of Ted Berry, Senior (thus TMB 2), Cincinnati's first black mayor. He's also a Democrat. My family is Republicans, but he seemed like a nice enough guy (if a little desperate—but wouldn't you be?). But then again, I imagine so would his opponent if I met her. It's all moot anyhow, 'cause I'm not voting age.
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The rest of this post is unrelated and happened more toward the current time (the Ted Berry thing happened on 23JUL). It has to do with the fact that I've sort of been wasting the last few days of my summer, but now that I've realized that, I'm doing my best to remedy it. Yesterday I sat around inside the house and did almost absolutely nothing. Today I'm going to do stuff. In fact I've already done a little stuff: I went to Wendy's again, and I updated my 'blog. Next I'm going to sit and do some of that "Español III en el verano" stuff that I have to do before school lets back in. I figured it would take me a lot less time than it actually does. For example two days ago I decided I'd do a bunch of it, so I went to Warder and sat in the Ivory Tower (a tall pine) and cracked the books. I figured I'd have about a quarter of the book done by the time I got down, but I only got a lesson and a half done, out of 16 lessons. So I realized it might not have been an entirely bad thing if I had started earlier on in the summer. Now I have to cram, in a way.
-I've also realized and been depressed by the fact that there's not even a month of summer vacation left. By the way, does anyone know when school starts back up? I hate the end of summer. It's like a Sunday night during the school year, except a lot worse.
-After he ordered he sat at a table that was nowhere near mine. He looked kind of Mexican, and he had a mustache and was wearing a tie. He ate for a while, and one time he got a phone call from what seemed to be his wife. I ate the rest of my meal too. He got up around the same time I did, and we met at the garbage can. "So are you Ted Berry?" I asked.
-"Yeah," he said. "Why?"
-"Oh, I saw your decals and your car."
-"Oh. Yes, I'm Ted Berry," he said and shook my hand. As we walked out the door he asked, "Are you eighteen yet?"
-"No, I'm not voting age," I laughed.
-"Oh," he said, walking to his car. "…You live around here?"
-"Yeah, just down the street."
-"Well … tell your parents to vote for me!" he said eagerly. I smiled at him. Then he opened his trunk and gave me a flyer, which I later discovered had a few typos, and pulled out a Ted Berry for Judge sticker and put it on my sleeve. We said bye and I got on my bike. I realized I didn't know yet whether or not I supported him, or even what party he was from, but I thought it was kind of neat that I had met someone with his own stickers, so I wore it all the way home and then stuck it on my door. I did some research on him and found out that he's the son of Ted Berry, Senior (thus TMB 2), Cincinnati's first black mayor. He's also a Democrat. My family is Republicans, but he seemed like a nice enough guy (if a little desperate—but wouldn't you be?). But then again, I imagine so would his opponent if I met her. It's all moot anyhow, 'cause I'm not voting age.
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The rest of this post is unrelated and happened more toward the current time (the Ted Berry thing happened on 23JUL). It has to do with the fact that I've sort of been wasting the last few days of my summer, but now that I've realized that, I'm doing my best to remedy it. Yesterday I sat around inside the house and did almost absolutely nothing. Today I'm going to do stuff. In fact I've already done a little stuff: I went to Wendy's again, and I updated my 'blog. Next I'm going to sit and do some of that "Español III en el verano" stuff that I have to do before school lets back in. I figured it would take me a lot less time than it actually does. For example two days ago I decided I'd do a bunch of it, so I went to Warder and sat in the Ivory Tower (a tall pine) and cracked the books. I figured I'd have about a quarter of the book done by the time I got down, but I only got a lesson and a half done, out of 16 lessons. So I realized it might not have been an entirely bad thing if I had started earlier on in the summer. Now I have to cram, in a way.
-I've also realized and been depressed by the fact that there's not even a month of summer vacation left. By the way, does anyone know when school starts back up? I hate the end of summer. It's like a Sunday night during the school year, except a lot worse.
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