Happy Bobtoberfest, everyone!

Oh yeah! The Big Three-Oh, beotch! w00t! w00t! and all that nonsense…

You might have been wondering how I was going to fit two grades of school pictures into one day, and the answer is simple: I don’t know where my Grade 11 picture is, so all you get is my Grade 12 picture. Not a great picture to go out on, but beggars can’t be choosers. This one and the last one really showed off how crooked the bridge of my nose is (it drove my optometrist nuts). Can’t really see any sign of the red mark on the cheek anymore, either. Too bad I’m not really smiling.

Hey, I just got an e-mail from Newsarama.com wishing me happy birthday. I already got some early birthday wishes a few days ago which were great, but this is my first official one on this day. Thanks, Newsarama. You looked deep into my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined. It’s the little personal touches that make it all worthwhile.

Hey, here’s another. Sorry, Kent, Newsarama beat you by 6 minutes. But thanks, I will have a nice “Bobtoberfestalapaloozaweenakah.” Stay tuned for Kentmas festivities coming soon, dear readers, in a couple of weeks over at Kentcer.com.

Back to school… My two favourite classes were Physics and Chemistry, with Calculus a close third. I didn’t count Computer Science because I pretty much knew it all already, so it was kinda boring. I ended up getting the Grade 12 Physics award at my school. Even ended up getting a little plaque, which I might not have been able to keep, I don’t remember. My name’s on a larger plaque hanging in the halls of my school. At least I hope it’s still hanging there. I chose not to take Economics, and I avoided Biology (it seemed kind of messy, and not at all interesting). I got conned into taking Art for all three grades (10, 11, and 12), but I don’t know why. It didn’t matter how hard I tried, or how well I did, or even how poor I did; I’d always get 75. Others might have been quite happy to coast through with a 75, but it was always my lowest mark. Still bothers me that I kept taking that class.

It may (or may not) come as a surprise to you, but I took Home Ec., too, instead of Shop. I could give a real guy-type of reason and say it was to meet girls, or I could give a mature and sophisticated reason and say it’s because I love to cook, but that would just be hiding the truth. The real reason was because, once a week, Shop class became Phys. Ed. class, but Home Ec. was Home Ec. all week long. Yes, I taught myself all the finer intricacies of bias tape, bobbins, and baking crepes, just to get out of an extra fifty minutes of physical activity a week.

It was a Catholic school. Remind me later to tell you some stories about Christian Ethics class… They’re no where near as good as the stories Dad has about his school days being taught by nuns, but c’est la vie.

Today’s the last day of Bobtober, and the first day of the rest of my life… *yecch!* Gag me with a spoon, and gross me out the door…