Technology Kills

Hello!!
It's November and our year is almost over.

It seems like yesterday when we couldn't believe it was 2010, but guess what? 2011 is coming up. (and of course, after that would be 2012 and the end of the world.)

So anyways, Halloween was fun.
Believe it or not, I went trick or treating.
Yes, I know, I'm Asian.
No, you're never to old to go trick or treating.

I dressed up as a hippie, and I was probably the first Korean hippie in the history of mankind (and hippies).

Since I ran out of things to say about Halloween, I'll now talk about the relation between homework and technology. (Yes, I know. Awkward transition.)

Don't you hate it when you're trying to do homework and... OMG! A Frontbook notification!
After about one hour of meaningless Frontbook surfing, you try to resume homework, when your friend starts chatting with you. You start chatting for approximately two more hours, usually about funny videos or crushes.
Finally, you can finish that homework, but no. MeTube videos have distracted you, and you start watching videos, going from related video to related video. After another hour of 'just one more video', you try to do your homework, but your sleepiness overwhelms you, and you decide to do your homework the next day in school.

Oh, and you never finish that homework.

Technology is the ultimate distraction.

Believe it or not, SkyNet from the Terminator series is real. Technology is already dominating and controlling human beings by giving them ADHD (or something of the sort). But then, we can't remove the technology from our lives either. Imagine a life without viral videos, field trip photos, and random gossip about teenage vampires and British wizards. I personally would go crazy after a week without the internet. The destruction of the internet would lead to the end of the world.

Technology kills. (I love it)
Now we know what will happen in 2012.

Grades

It's time for the grades! *applause*
This moment always comes at least once in your life: Your grades. So you get your grades in the little pretty manila envelope. In your first years in school, it's more of a
'Oh my god! I'm so nervous! Did I get good grades? *opens* Eek! I did good! How did you do? Ha! I did better!" kind of thing. Fun.
Now, people just open it, see it, and that's pretty much it. The childhood that we leave behind: where does it go?

Anyways, expecting good grades, I opened the manila envelope. Inside it were the beautiful grades of mine, exerting its brilliant light towards me, its whiteness probing its way into the depth of my eyes and into my soul.

Then I see my grades.

What. The. Heck.
Oh, please, I'm Asian. I'm supposed to be getting good grades and all that, you know? I guess I sort of did good grades, but it's not good enough for me nor my parents.

Come on! I was so looking forward to that dog soup my mom was going to make me if I got good grades! Boo hoo.
I'm just kidding. There goes another stereotypical-racist thing to say to myself. No, I don't eat dogs. Who would ever dare to eat a cute fluffball that goes bow-wow? Not me. I only eat cats.

Anyways, back to my grades. They weren't all that bad. The thing is, in my school, they have a 4 point grading system. Not 5, not 10, not 100, FOUR. Although 3.5 is a high grade, it looks like it's rather low to those who are not used to it. Meh. That sucks.

Speaking of low, my English teacher gave me a poor grade. (*groan*) If you are reading this, can you give me a much higher grade? Please?


For those too dumb to get jokes: I don't eat cats.
Cats are cute fluffballs that go meow.