General loopy behavior
Mar. 26th, 2004 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraOur calculus class today was even crazier than usual - we started coming up with the Ten Commandments of Calculus that we're going to paint onto the wall after the AP test in May. They include "Thou shalt worship no subject but Calculus," "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's homework or test paper," and "Thou shalt honor thy Derivative and Integral." As one of my good friends said, Calculus "bring[s] out the best, the worst, and the alter-egos in us." I love that class to a fault.
We watched the most incredibly dull movie today in second period: Mississippi Masala. I don't know how it ends, because I didn't wait for it to cut into my lunch time, but it's a slow-moving story about a black man (Denzel Washington) and an Indian woman (someone I don't know) who basically have an *ahem* encounter which leads to general non-happiness within both of their families. The fact that the woman's family was exiled from Uganda at the beginning of Idi Amin's rule there was the only redeeming part of the film - it set the story into some sort of context and made it slightly more believable. I think I might've liked it more if I'd seen the end, but I just couldn't muster the interest.
Angela's Ashes, on the other hand, was an excellent movie. Depressing, heartbreaking, but beautiful. And the characters all had such wonderful accents! I know that has nothing to do with the actual story, but I'll have to come back and write a more lucid review when I'm not rushing off to bed so I can sleep before the SATs tomorrow.
SATs... I'd better not fall asleep again. They're just so mind-numbingly boring. Well, at any rate, I hope to do well so I don't have to take them again in June. Wish me luck!
We watched the most incredibly dull movie today in second period: Mississippi Masala. I don't know how it ends, because I didn't wait for it to cut into my lunch time, but it's a slow-moving story about a black man (Denzel Washington) and an Indian woman (someone I don't know) who basically have an *ahem* encounter which leads to general non-happiness within both of their families. The fact that the woman's family was exiled from Uganda at the beginning of Idi Amin's rule there was the only redeeming part of the film - it set the story into some sort of context and made it slightly more believable. I think I might've liked it more if I'd seen the end, but I just couldn't muster the interest.
Angela's Ashes, on the other hand, was an excellent movie. Depressing, heartbreaking, but beautiful. And the characters all had such wonderful accents! I know that has nothing to do with the actual story, but I'll have to come back and write a more lucid review when I'm not rushing off to bed so I can sleep before the SATs tomorrow.
SATs... I'd better not fall asleep again. They're just so mind-numbingly boring. Well, at any rate, I hope to do well so I don't have to take them again in June. Wish me luck!
