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If you are a Pack fan and in the Raleigh area tomorrow, Coach Sidney Lowe is opening up basketball practice to the public from 12:00 to 2:00 at Reynolds Gymnasium.  In attendance will be John Wall and Derrick Favors who are the number one ranked point guard and center, respectively, for the prep class of 2009 according to Scout.com.  Its a large recruiting weekend to say the least.  If youre like me and your athletic supporting life is in the hands of a few teenagers, then come out and let them know how much they are wanted by NC State.

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So, it's Friday night, and my Mum's in London for the weekend. Any right-thinking rebellious teenager would think 'party', but no, not me. Because I am responsible, and mature, and because I don't know anyone cool enough to invite.

Nah, not really, I'm just not the alcohol/smoking/unprotected fornication-type person on the first place. Thinking about this on my jaunt home from school, I realised just how much I've changed, since, well, not even a year and a half !

When I first arrived at Alloa Academy, I was friends with the popular people (read: bitches), but I was oblivious to it all. I couldn't see past the glamour, the excitement, the status. I endured 5 years of this tosh (including the important primary years, once we'd all stopped signing our ABC's and making finger paintings), and finally, I clicked. These people were bullies, they were selfish, and I wanted out. I extracted myself from the constant loop of popularity, the social ladder, and made friends with genuinely nice people, who I still love to this day.

Back then, my personality was askew. I felt like I was having an identity crisis, I stopped liking my individual quirks; I stopped listening to music, never went out, became completely neutral. It was a stark opposite from the girl that was obsessed with chick flicks, even the really bad ones, rap music (oh yes, really), and, I kid you not .. cheer leading ?!

However, making myself more comfortable around m friends as the weeks went on, I realised I'd matured; I liked lots of things no-one else did, but some things I could have a sophisticated conversation about with like-minded fellows. I observe the people I once thought I knew go about their daily business at school, laugh in bemusement at the antics, so glad I'm free.

I have a few close friends who everyone is totally besotted with, but when I talk to them, they do genuinely seem down to earth, and I hope it'll last concerning their 'duties'.

This change in myself was brought fresh to my mind when, in English, we were asked to write a story on not judging a book by its' cover. I pondered a few seconds, and it's not as if I don't have enough to choose from. I reflected on each person I'd ever met, and who's change had made the biggest impact on me. Someone I know said he'd do it about me, if I did it about him, but when I met him, I felt I'd already changed for the better, he only made a small impact on my social conduct.

I chose my main character, and it was almost like therapy, spilling out all the hidden-away thoughts, the things I should have said to her, but didn't, my hand-writing getting more and more obscure as the pages dragged on,, describing how I thought she was perfect, someone to aspire to be like, and not the hard-faced skank she really was. We were all asked to choose fake names for the characters, and I obliged more than happily.

In the end, for my efforts, I got a 1. Fucking ace (:
It's tucked away in my folio now, so there's no chance of her ever reading it and putting the pieces together.

Today, it was someone's birthday at school. She's in my class, she's nearly always a lovely person, if not a little irritating, when she won't go away and leave you in piece. She was more than happy to be involved in the traditional: 'egging'. These days, however, it's all been upgraded. Nowadays, there's flour, eggs, beans, soup, juice, sauce, and some things I don't really want to think about.

It made me wonder why such a mark of indignity was reserved for 'the beautiful people'. Surely this was all a bit degrading, not to mention sticky. I refuse to stay and watch any of them, I walked away from the gathering crowd with my head high, pleased with myself for simply not caring.

I remember this one incident, though, when we were all dismissed at the end of the day, and another girl, who had turned 14 that day, was preparing herself for the inevitable. Not realising that she was right in front of me walking out the doors, she was instantly, and I mean as soon as she set her foot on the cement, ambushed, and guess who got the splash back ? Yeah, me ..

Serves me right for not looking out for myself, should have gone out the second set of doors. luckily, though, one wash and my trousers were as good as new, which is more than I can say for the girl's blindingly white polo shirt.

I hate social class. It's everywhere, but, whilst I'm at school, it's the worst among adolescents. It's a constant competition, a fight for survival, except for the few of us with some sense. The only downside to being out of sync with it all, is that you have the ability to watch it all happening, sometimes in the knowledge that you can't do anything to stop it.

Since I've became happy with myself, my real self, I've had to look at so much bickering, bullying, bitchiness, flakiness, knowing full well that all my authority has been lost, they won't pay attention to me now, in their eyes I'm washed-up, a loser, despite all the memories we shared, most prominently the tears (from the days where there were cliques amongst cliques, yep, makes my head hurt thinking about it nowadays); and it just upsets me, knowing that this is how we treat our fellow human beings.

School was all a bit of a doddle today, except for Music, in which we have to compose a waltz covering 2 pages for Monday, in,my case in Cmajor, and my keyboard's with a friend right now. There's always the synth ..
Oh, and Computing, in which my mouse still hasn't been fixed, so the designs we were all supposed to be following, in my case, looked like a stir-fry. I doesn't help that I can't use ClarisWorks either.

Not my fault; I didn't ask for the bloody subject. If it was down to me, I'd be in History those 3 periods a week, with Mr. Hunt, over-enthusiastically regaling us with tales from his childhood, and doing mighty good impressions of the important figures of the past infinity, including, in one spectacular class, Jesus Christ himself.

Maths was a breeze, Halfway into the lesson, the fire alarm went off, and we all herded together like sheep and drove towards the special exits. I was one of the people who point-blank refused to leave my bag, and people must have thought we were vain at that point, but trust me, as the drill went on, and the bell was about to go for the end of the day, I could tell people were starting to wish they'd done the same thing, instead of trudging back up 2 flights of narrow stairs just to come straight back down again.

PE was fun, as, surprisingly, it has been for the last few weeks. We chose to do Hockey for the term, me and my bunch not to tot our own horns, but we're on fire. The worst score we got was 2-2, fair enough. Some stiff competition from the quiet girl in class though, boy, she can whack that thing so it goes down to the wall and skims back, narrowly missing my feet, might I add !

My only complaint is I'd like more variety; over the course of a core PE year, I can pretty much tell you what we endure. Hockey, basketball/netball, gymnastics, badminton/cricket/rounders, social dancing, football, and athletics (including that god-awful running). I'd love if they introduced Yoga, Aerobics, Pilate's, or take us somewhere different to go for a country ramble.

Modern Studies and English were great periods for me as usual, all in all, a pretty decent day. Except I have shit loads of homework to do over the weekend, when, actually, I have better things to do.

I realise this has been, for me, an exceptionally long post; I'm quite proud that it seems to have remained consistent in fair-ish quality, and that my personal standards have been met. Have a nice weekend, if I don't write till Monday, good luck and good karma.

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