I pulled my right shoulder
on Thursday, yay. That and my LJ subscription expires on Sunday, yay ^ 2.
While muscle pulls are fun and all, I don't really mind since early the same day, the "decision that had no up tick" (my joining the Academic Decathlon team 2 years ago) suddenly became a whole lot less horrid and mind-numbingly stupid. If there was one thing that I was really good at in AD, it had to be Economics, I was damn good at it (even better then a few of the returning team members that had already had this whole thing a year ago, heh). Well this year, after being stuck in AP
Economics (Easier, but I would have preferred AP Government/Politics considering that'll be my major in college...) and Play Production classes (since my AP Calculus BC and AP Comp. Sci. classes were canceled) I was able to meet Carla (M, in case anyone knows both theater Carlas), who apparently is important because despite all my efforts, I can't help but getting thrown into contact with her, which I really don't mind...
The first attempt at escape was trying to get out of AP Econ, no go on that one as the AP Gov class was as overcrowded as my class (both hovering around 55 people now). Then I tried to get out of Play Production (that until I realized my fortunes, was I class I was eager to leave), again I couldn't as my counselor forced me to take an ungodly 6:50 to 9:20 class at ELAC
even though a 4:10 to 6:40 class was available (I start in mid Sept. there). So I'm stuck in these two class, one easy, one boring when during Econ, I forced to sit on the floor (we didn't have enough seats even in the biggest class on campus until Friday). I chose a spot between Carla and resident crazy white guy and best friend Calix (It's a school in the middle East Los Angeles, there are like 13 people classified as white between the Comp. Sci. Magnet
(6) and regular campus
(7) with a total population of approx. 5000 students.) and I'm having a fun time lying down on the steps (it's one of those auditorium style classes) hearing the teacher babble about PPF
curves when we start actually doing some work. Carla is lost to say the least so myself and Calix work her through some of the basics of it and she thankfully starts to get it (although her un-math-tasticness is an issue). Calix and I share a "yikes" look at her troubles (I took Calculus AB last year, he's taking it this year) and just keep working. Later during Play Production she asked if I'd be willing to help her out with econ and stuff, which I of course agreed to do.
This all is a collection of dots that I didn't connect until last night. With sling and all I went with the rest of the Play Production class (along with some Drama people and graduates) to see SFLA
's production of Twelfth Night
at Pershing Square
in the middle of Downtown LA. Carla was really late (like 20-30 minutes), but being the resident photographer, she could not be left behind. (*insert Black Hawk Down scenes here*) I started to think of all this and I realized how awesome all this was, so I ended up sitting with her and a friend from Honor Choir on some blanket about as far away from the stage as possible through the first 3 or so acts (There was only one intermission and from reading notes on the play, I'm pretty sure it was in between Acts 3 and 4.) It's kind of a fun experience darting your attention from the play during monologues or when we couldn't see the action (Did I mention the lawn chairs a few meters in front of us that blocked our view of the lower half of the stage?) to just stare at her for a few seconds. She and her friend ran off to find actual seats after the intermission and I just sprawled on the blanket with some popcorn and a Coke and watched the final two acts of the play. Free theater with a great girl next to you is winner.
Now comes the fun part... in all honesty, I really
want to help her with econ, regardless of my attractions to her. (Remember: I agreed to it before I realized that.) Thus, it's pretty easy to say that I'm torn over my course of action. I want to help her with econ (as I'm easily the best in the class at it in terms of raw ability and knowledge, along with my experience in tutoring) but I also want to tell her how I feel. Conversely, I don't want to scare her off from my help by telling her how I feel, but I can't keep emotions inside forever (Although I'm pretty good at maintaining an emotionless exterior regardless of my actual feeling, and this kind of venting to a non-dangerous audience also helps)
As of now, the plan is to not make my feelings overt until I think of someway to ensure that I won't get the above worst-case scenario: I get no time with her at all and she gets (How do I say this without sounding like an ass...) less then optimal econ help (Didn't work, but my hand is starting to hurt from rewriting.)