Monday, October 29, 2007

Good, Bad- Extended, but not quite whole version

Good- I got an A on the KAP History Essay test with a nice note on the back from my teacher about how great it was and how much I was improving.

Bad- English teacher still hasn't fixed my grade and was unaware that she had placed a "0" instead of "excused/absent" in the online gradebook. She can be a littley spacy sometimes, but that's why we love her.

Good- Physiology teacher pushed back test on Integumentary system until tomorrow, which I know already because I checked the week's schedule this morning. Go me.

Bad- The one case of MRSA that my school said they had "under control" and that they had "taken proper precautions for prevention and isolation" and that we "shouldn't panic", well, we now have SEVEN cases reported for MVHS. And do they evacuate us? No. Stupid school system.

Good- My weekend rocked (details to follow later)

Bad- I had to go back to school today and couldn't sleep last night so it was a real chore to stay awake during Comparative Religion first period.

Good, Bad (The Short Version)

Good- I now have a B in my KAP class, which means a 4.0 for that class (it's weighted). Also, mostly B's except for Algebra, which Mr.Wilbur did raise to a D, and English, which Mrs.Dailey hasn't fixed yet. Also I have an A in comparative religion.

Bad- My Algebra grade. Also, the fact that my little counter on my sidebar has said that my blog views have plummeted. You all are obviously sick of me or something. Good for you.

Thursday, October 25, 2007


Amazing video on how God views us!

A calmer post....

Ok, now that I am several hours away from the whole algebra situation, and currently waiting for book club to start, I can calm down and maybe post something a little calmer? Perhaps?

Like how this weekend is going to be quite fun. We're (referring to my family and I) going to the Redmond's tomorrow, and I am going to teach Alison how to knit. That should be quite fun. And hopefully there will be no eyes lost from the knitting needles. I don't know why I just said that. Probably having to do with me coming to school on death's door. And then on Saturday, I am just a glutton for punishment. I'm going to the corn maze, then out to eat with the youth group, and THEN Ratchol and I are going to Dawn's for Jennifer's birthday party. We have sworn to bring Pixy Stix (AKA PURE SUGAR) so that Dawn just may hate us. Or that we can actually stay up. One of the two.

On Sunday, Krishana and Sis.Weber are going to be gone, thus leaving the Sunday School in the hands of two teenagers (I'm 17, and so is Michael, the other teacher). And perhaps a helper. Dear Lord help us all. Then, that afternoon, I am going to a memorial service for Tiffany at OSU.

So, anyway. Book Club is starting at the moment, so my nerdiness beckons.

Why I Hate Algebra.....

I hate Algebra 2. Because my teacher is dumb. Which makes my aptitude for math sink like the Titanic. This is not fun.

So anyway, I've been playing testing ping-pong with him all week. I failed an algebra test and he lets us make them up if we fail them. Which is nice of him. Except for this week.

Soooo....I scheduled a time to retake this wonderful test. His protocol is that you have to take one day to go over the material that you completely messed up, and then retake the test. I was supposed to review the material yesterday and then take the test tomorrow. I go in yesterday and he says, "Oh yeah, I know I told you that you could review today, but I have a staff meeting that I forgot about."

Ok, I can deal with that. I'll go to book club late tomorrow, I tell him, and make plans, tell the librarian that I'll be late, and go along on my merry way.

So, today, in class, I had noticed a grading error on my test which brought my grade up from a F to an D. Which means that Hallelujah I won't fail this quarter, probably. And so he corrects the grade and says, "Oh wait, you're retaking chapter 3?"


"Not chapter 2?"

"No. That's the one I made up last week."

"Oh, well, I'm not sure that you can retake that test, because I don't have one made up."

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! I told him that this was the test I was retaking! I specifically asked "Am I allowed to make up that test?". And the answer was yes.

And now it's no.

And I may pull my hair out.

Also, may I add that this teacher was my teacher for Algebra 1, as well. And he wants to know why I don't have a good algebraic foundation. gave it to me! Also, he hassled me once again about my lack of graphics calculator. Which is in the mail. Which I've told him no less than thrice this week.

I'm sooo not taking math next year.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

For you internet shoppers...


I influenced someone to become a blogger!

Go me!

Quick Update

Yeah, I know. I haven't blogged like a good girl with news and significant tidbits. I've been busy. I've had about 4 projects, an essay test, a lab practical exam, a bunch of quizzes, 2 algebra tests, and on Friday, I have my mid-term for computer programming. Does it sound like I have time to update?

Actually, I did and was just slacking, because after you live the stress. You don't really want to relive it in a blog post. Or something. Maybe I'm just lazy. That's probably it.

So, anyway, the end of the quarter is this Friday (thus, the midterm) I think I'm doing good, except for in Algebra. We won't talk about algebra on this blog.

Also, before I log off (bell just rang for lunch), I would like to ask you all to pray for my spanish teacher from last year, Senora Jones, and her family. Her son and his wife are expecting a baby in a few months and live in southern California where the wildfires have been going on. She got a call at about 3 AM yesterday saying that the house had been destroyed with everything in it. They have nothing left except for their dogs. Please remember them in prayer and ask others to pray.

Monday, October 22, 2007

In Rememberance

Today, friends, we say goodbye to a beloved and helpful friend. Because of the man bringing us down, we have lost a useful asset and great contributor to society as a whole. was shut down on Friday, October 19th by the British Government. This is a tragic affair.

Tv-links provided us with endless hours of entertainment. They brought us laughter through Scrubs, Whose Line Is It Anyway, and The Holiday. They brought us endless hours of joy through such shows as NCIS, Grey's Anatomy, and Private Practice.

May we have a moment of silence to remember how helpful this site was.

And now, back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Look What I Did At School Today....

With my mad computer programming skills....

Monday, October 15, 2007

Open Gym

I had two of my best friends at open gym tonight, one of whom is not in church. It was pretty much a blast.

We were bored and were talking about the major "phone events" in life. The events that you have to call your friends and say "Hey, guess what?!"

So, I have four best friends. And 4 big events. My first date, first kiss, engagement, and my first kid. So I was bored and asked Erica, "Ok, which one do you want?"

"Which what?"

"Phone event."

"First kiss. Duh."

So then, I actually had to call Mistie. (This is how bored I was.) I actually call a friend and ask which phone event she wants. She wanted engagement. So now, I have to call Deana, because Rachel looked at me like I was a moron and said "Yeah, right, whatever."

So, this week is going to turn out to be another just great one. Without the wonderful weekend following it. I have to finish a Histology powerpoint for Anatomy, work on a powerpoint for Algebra, make up an Algebra test that I failed, work on an English speech, AND get ready for the District Convention for FCCLA on Friday! ARGH!

P.S. If any of you have any input about Heelys (those annoying wheeled shoes) in public places, please leave me some input. I need it for English. Thanks!

After a while it gets old....

I have resolved that this time I will not cry.

I will not blubber or bawl, or even sniffle, for that matter.

After about 2 guys who you really, really like end up not liking you, you get sick of it. You get sick of crying yourself to sleep whining, "Oh God, why not me? WHY NOT ME?!?!?!?"

So, my dilemma is thus. The guy I like is actually worth sobbing over. Has all the requirements on my list and all of that. He is so worth the sleepless nights of tears and gnashing of teeth.

But, once again, he doesn't feel the same way.

Not that I've asked him. Really don't feel confident in his answer to do so. And plus, that would be just plain awkward.

No, the guy doesn't have a girlfriend, either, contrary to urban legend. Just a girl that follows him around at hayrides giggling and stuff.


Saturday, October 13, 2007

I'm in so much denial.....

Dawn: Err...doesn't he have a girlfriend?
Me: NO! He sooo does not!
Dawn: I thought he was with that one girl from [anonymous city]?
Me: No way! They broke up. They're just friends.

Yeah right. My luck is definitely not that good.

Friday, October 12, 2007

What a sorry bunch we are...

At school today, about 15 kids looked like they had gotten in fights. My arm still is stained from the fake blood. Sarah still has her multiple abrasions where they won't scrub off. Russell has a nice blood stain down his nose. A girl still has her black eye. Eden still has chemical burns, which are much less threatening without the oozy petroleum jelly.

We all looked pathetic. But we had fun.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Not a good day for a drill....

As many of you know, yesterday in Cleveland, there was a school shooting, leaving 4 in stable condition in the hospital, 1 in critical condition, and the gunman dead. I live about 2 hours from Cleveland. So, obviously, so soon after such a tragedy, there are going to be concerns.

Imagine that you are in the ER, working, and you get the following call-

"We're reporting a Columbine-like school shooting in a Kenyon College chemistry lab...multiple injuries and possible fatalities"

Such was the atmosphere in the Knox Community Hospital Emergency Room today, as the Mount Vernon High School Drama club dons make-up and new personalities for a drill.

We got to the hospital at about 11:30. We were ushered into a room, secretly, on the third floor to eat some lunch and get on some make up. The transformation was astounding (Note:If you have a weak stomach, do not look at the pictures in the below slideshow) The wounds were a little too realistic. As were some of the people's acting. Mine included. I was supposed to be (at the last moment my role changed) saturated in fluid, difficulty breathing, having helped another girl with chemical burns, and in hysterics. I start pretending to hyperventilate and then I got dizzy and my arms and legs went numb....

" you guys mind if I stop the hyperventilating for a while?"

"Getting dizzy?"


"Ok, we can just pretend that you're hyperventilating."

Thank God.

We had two people playing DOA, but one girl pretending to be a victim of a gunshot wound to the abdomen (which I didn't get a picture of, but was reeeeeeeeally gross) ended up "dying" because she wasn't treated.

Russell, who I've gone to school with since I was in kindergarten, got cast as the perpetrator. He was way too convincing. He was handcuffed and supposedly belligerent (gee, what a stretch..hahaha). He knocked stuff over and kicked things. He yelled at the doctors and nurses. He scared the snot out of me. When they brought him into the area where they were treating all of us, we all started yelling at him, and one girl (playing his girlfriend) had a mental breakdown and started sobbing uncontrollably. I was so impressed with all involved.

The doctors were all in a panic when we walked in. I'm guessing they probably thought that there had been a copy-cat shooting. Which is both good and bad. Good because we caught them by surprise, which is the basic idea, but bad because some of the people actually were really worried. I imagine there were people with family at Kenyon.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

What is this "norm"?

What Is It With Me Lately?

So, I hand my pass to go to the library to my homeroom teacher, like I do daily. I have tons of projects and will take any extra time I have to work on them at school. I hate homeroom, so it's also a good excuse to escape.

So I give Ms.Brandes the pass and she looks at me and says with a sigh, "Are you going to do this everyday?"

"Yes, ma'am. Probably."

"Do you really have that many projects? Why do you get on the computer so much?"

"I have 3 powerpoints to do in 3 classes due around the same time."

She grouches at me some more, something about, "Oh sure...of course you do..."

Dude, maybe I AM actually a bad kid! First I get my phone taken away and now a teacher thinks that I'm slacking to get out of her homeroom!

This is not my least I get to take the ASVAB and do KCH Disaster Drill tomorrow and pretty much blow off a day of school. That may help.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

What Do I Want?

I, having been single for almost 3 years, have made a final, mentally laminated list of characteristics of what I want. And Mr.X does not fit most of them. Shockingly, neither does 9YG. I can think of very few people off the top of my head who have these qualities, so maybe I'm being picky. So what? See the letter I wrote to myself. I am making serious attempts not to care anymore. So without further adieu, I give you,


Single guy who exhibits exemplary intelligence. No I do not mean that you have to spend your days quoting E=mc squared, but you must be able to carry on an intelligent conversation. Actually, if you do quote the afore named equation, you may be immediately disqualified and requested to leave the interview or date immediately. After paying of course. I'm not saying you HAVE to pay. I would be more than happy to pay for my own. But at least show an effort? Without value coupons? Seriously, McD's is cheap enough without coupons. They're tacky. You must love children. Not like. Love. Well, I suppose you can like them immensely without being overbearing and creepy. In fact, this is preferred. But you have to be good with them. You have to eventually want to have kids. I want kids someday, and if I'm not able to naturally, adoption is fine by me. But some means of child will be required. You may not have crappy parents. Please note that crappy may mean such things, including, but not limited to, clinginess, the IQ of a gnat, rudeness, etc. If you do happen to have bad parents, don't worry. Just show me that you have broken free of this mold and are not clingy, dingy, or rude. The parent thing is preferred, but moderately optional. Take care of yourself, please. Bad breath, body odor, or a nasty combination of the two are NOT acceptable by ANY means. Unless you ate a philly cheese sandwich with onions on the way home from work where you exerted yourself causing moderate BO. This should be quickly remedied by a shower. Or at least some (not-too-strong) cologne. In other words, smell nice, please. I would like for you to be "church height", but this is not a requirement. It is, however, a plus. (Please note: Church height is defined as being at least the same height as The Muffin when she is wearing high heels. At church.) You must be able to have fun and enjoy yourself, but A.) Know when to shut up and B.) be able to enjoy the silence on occasion. You must bask in my glow and tell me that I am beautiful at least one (1) time per week. Should we be engaged this will be upped to one(1) time per day, with some exceptions. At marriage this will be two (2) times daily. More details to follow, possibly, at a later date.


So, I'm sitting, before school, no, let me rephrase that, before the gates open to let us even go to our lockers, which would be, in theory, before before school. So, I'm sitting there, and don't remember if I turned my phone off or not. So, I pull out the phone to turn it off, because it wasn't, and at that moment, Mr.Shuman, the vice principal comes up and says "Give it here."

So, I do. And he then proceeds to tell me that I need to call a parent to come in to have a discussion with Mr.Frye (whoever that is) about my disregard for school rules.

So, I'm already about to cry. I haven't gotten in trouble since 8th grade, and that was for something really, really, really dumb. I'm not a bad kid! Bad kids are the ones who get phones confiscated for texting during school hours. I am not that kid!

For the love of all muffiny goodness, school hadn't even started yet! I do the same thing EVERY day. I silence my phone, turn it off, put it in my bookbag until they open the gates to go to lockers and then I put my phone in my locker where it is placed in lonely solitary confinement until 2:40 PM when I go to get stuff out of my locker.

So, I go to the office and call my mom and tell her what happened and she's coming in after school to listen to what a bad kid I am. And to un-confiscate my phone. And I cried while talking to my mom on the phone. Because I don't get in trouble at school. Ever.

Today is sooo not my day.

Monday, October 08, 2007


I woke up at 5 this morning. Yes, Sports Fans, 5 AM. Me. Rebecca A. Ryan woke up at 500 hours this morning. Be amazed.

So, here's the thing. I'm always whining about how I'm fat and I annoy myself. So I got up, found a workout thing and did that this morning. At 5. AM. And my legs are killing me now.

Aside from that, I look beautious today IMHO. Favorite shirt, skirt, shoes. And I tried something new with my hair. Which I like. It needs some work but as for a first try, it's not bad.

I think I'm becoming *gasp* grown-up. Ew.

In other news, my dearest father decided to nominate me for a "You Make Me Smile" or something award. To which I replied, "I do?"

Anyway, I must pass this who? To who?

Ummm... a few people.....

SNB makes me smile! On blogs AND MySpace. She's fun. So, there you go.

The Lizness makes me smile! Especially when she shows up at the hog roast/ hayride. Which is a blast, I tell you. One of the several highlights of my weekend was me meeting her step-daughter, ~K~. I had never met her and Sis.Theresa said, "This is Liz's friend, Becky." ~K~ nodded, but looked confused. The Lizness said, "She's The Muffin."
"Ohhhh! Okay."

People don't even know my real name. I find this humorous.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Apples and Wine

My friend, Nikki, sent me this. Because there are several single girls, like me, who read this blog, I thought this was good enough to share-

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at
the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones
because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right person
to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the
top of the tree.

Now Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes,
and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into
something acceptable enough to have dinner with.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007


Did you ever notice how, like, the day after Christmas you feel crappy? I feel crappy today, too.

I dropped out of the musical today. I told Mrs.Bell that I just did not have the time to commit to the play and couldn't put my best effort forth. And that's not fair to her, Mr.Ward, or the other cast members. She appreciated my maturity. I still felt like poo. And cried. After I left, of course.

I had to make up a quiz in history today, too. Here's the thing. I am forcing myself to be an honest person. Because I really need a good grade on my essay test. And I have to make that up on Friday. And Mrs.Lang accidentally handed me the essay test today when she was supposed to hand me my quiz. So I saw the essay question. I know that I problem shouldn't have thought twice about telling Mr.Shriver and being honest. But I did. I seriously considered being a bad person and just using that to my advantage. But that's not right. And because I'm a good person, I still will probably get a bad grade on that essay test. Darn it.

I also have other problems, which I will not disclose here. That add to my bleh-ness.


Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Year 17

Dear Self,

This year, you're making a resolution. Don't give me that back talk. You need this. I mean it!

You are far too whiny. Get over 9YG already. You are intelligent, you attempt to funny, and while you aren't a model, you certainly aren't a 3-eyed, 12-legged, hairy beast, either. You're a good person, and if he can't see that then poop on him. I meant that as an interjection, not a verb. You know, more like POOEY on him.

Anyway, you're 17. Enjoy it. You don't need a guy to be happy. Look where moving too fast got you last time. You don't want another Mr.X, do you? Nooooo.

God will bring you someone. Maybe this year, maybe not. If he doesn't, then oh well. Be happy.

Live, laugh, and love (your friends and family, unless God brings your Probie [don't ask], then add him in)


In the news

For some reason, there is always weird news on my birthday.

For example, this that right there is just messed up. None for me thank you. No way.

And this just makes me want to scream. I would be an outlaw today. Or any day. I wonder if squgs count? (scroll down to the NCIS quotes)

And finally, this is sweet. Everybody now. Awwwwwww.

Chicken Biscuit

My sister learned a foreign(ish) language in NC.

Happy Birthday to Me!!

I'm 17 today!
Yay for me!