Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

Apologia I’m back! After studying all day and night for the past three weeks…Oops, my nose is growing real fast. Ouch! It just hit the monitor. All right, I confess already, hold off on the proboscis enlargement. I did not study all that hard during the recent exam period (recent as in ended only on the 28th). Instead of staying at home and hitting the books like I should have, I went cruising the mall looking for tennis shoes for my father—I rarely even so much as step into malls on normal days, but during exam period, I strolled around the shopping complex for several hours and didn’t even buy anything! Also, I went to the beach on a church outing. Appropriately, it rained and poured, and the sand turned to soggy muck. And after that, I still did not learn my lessons (as I should have) and went out on a round of all the local resorts late one night, after which I got home in no state to study. Of course, I have been suitably punished. One does not loaf off during important examinati

The New Name List of Doom is out, and I haven’t checked it yet. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I won’t be on it either, but that just might be more luck than I’m entitled to. So far twelve people from the class are on it, but I hope it doesn’t go to thirteen. I just got a title. No, none of my relatives that I know of died and left me a kingdom. Hail me, Bringer of Destruction! I just cost the charitable classmate about a hundred or so to get a new computer after I sent her a diskette. It appears that all my diskettes are harbingers of doom; so far, I’ve hung Herr Robson’s computer several times, caused massive errors in laptops, and crashed a system. Each time, it happened unintentionally. It appears there’s a future for me as computer destroyer. Call ###-######, receive a diskette, and watch your computer explode. I think in the future, I’ll send all files via the Net. I also think the charitable classmate is a little mad at me. I mean, if my computer crashed when someone else’

Stress city here I come! My exams start next Thursday and I don’t even have the schedule yet! Talk about typical school board efficiency—knowing them, we’ll receive the schedule sometime after the exams are over. The Name List of Doom is out; at least, that’s what I call the list that the government posted online stating who’s been drafted into the National Service program. That’s what they call it; I prefer to call it 3 Months of Torture, Brainwashing, and Possible Death. The worst is that the draftees have to return to their place of birth for the program, so I’d have to go to another state just to get tortured into pain and suffering. Fortunately, I didn’t get in. The Book-hater did, though; most of the sports nuts in my class did. It’s a pity the charitable classmate didn’t get in, though; to be candid, her voice is somewhat like a chipmunk’s, and it would be amusing to hear “One! Two!” yelled out in soprano…make that sopranissimo. This morning, the Cue Ball lectured my class abo