I should probably go do some SAT exercises.
I'll probably fail horribly. I've only done the sample ones on the website.
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I also hope that I will one day stop starting every post with "I should stop procrastinating".
Maybe when IB is over. Maybe.
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Moving on, I had the WORST food poisoning experience EVER in my life last week. Looking back I guess it isn't THAT bad, I get to chill for four school days with an official reason to sleep all day lol. Idk whether I'll regret saying this in the future but classes sucks. I like Econs (although the lack of homework is a bit...disconcerting) but the rest are just like meh. I'm okay with Literature (gets boring when Ms N goes on and on but we get some nice materials sometimes).
But having to listen to long non-French lectures in French, talk about non-Psych stuff in Psych, float around in Math and ignore Bio completely, sometimes I just wanna skip and go do something better.
So anyway the food poisoning was really bad, I vomited like six times in one morning on the first day. I've not vomited for a loooong time, like the last time was back in primary school. B took me to the clinic and after some meds (I rejected an injection because I will die) I walked out, only to vomit a few steps away. .___. so we had to backtrack into the clinic where they gave me hot ginger juice (it's horrible but it's super effective).
I felt light-headed the whole time and close to fainting and no longer able to look after myself (lol) so I called my uncle up and was transported to the care of my grandma at my uncle's house in the afternoon. And there I stayed for four nights with only my phone .___. My grandma was awesome cause she cooked for me and brought me milo every few hours so that I was full all the time. :) The first day was evil because I had migraines, a bad fever and dizzy whenever I sat up on the bed so I slept the whole day.
And then I got better so I'm happy. :)
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Last week Maya Angelou passed away ._. she's one of the authors that I'm doing for Lit. I didn't like the book, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, because it bored me to death. But I liked the poem a lot :D and I thought that she was a very strong woman. I don't think many of us can become even a fraction of her.
This is her I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings poem:
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
I LOVE this poem. Idk, it uses very simple imagery, but it is beautiful. Like "dawn-bright lawn", and "grave of dreams", and the lines "and dares to claim the sky", "and he names the sky his own", "his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream" just makes everything so beautifully poetic. Not to mention the message behind the poem of racial segregation woven into a simple, melodic poem. :)
RIP Maya Angelou.
