i am cleaning out my email. there are like 3000 messages and i don't need half of them. reading through the emails though, i kinda miss my high school life ... i mean all the good parts.

i sent the following email to my sister ... i think it was a livejournal post of a friend ...

so here's a perfect example of what makes ib students:

today in economics wheeler wanted to assign us a project involving macroeconomic principles and using them to analyze the u.s. economy. no big deal, good way to start off the new year by reenforcing macroeconmics.

here's where the problem arises, wheeler wasn't sure if he wanted to assign this project to us as individuals or to allow us to split into groups. we eventually convinced him that groups would be better given the rather broad nature of the project. so wheeler counted the students in the class and ended up with 20, a great number for division because there are so many ways successfully divide it into groups. now for a normal class this would be no big deal.

buy we're an ib class ...

the first thing andreas yelled out was, "hey let's do two groups of ten!" to which i responded, "oh my god, you fucking idiot, what the hell is wrong with you!" william quickly spun around and said, "you realize you said that out loud right?"

wisely ignoring andreas, coach decided to divide us into 4 groups of 5. again, easy enough, especially considering we all know each other very well and we've all worked together on various projects before.

yet, we are still an ib class...

william immediately drew me into his group, as well as matthew making three of us. now a new problem presented itself, who else to include in this all-star economic powerhouse of a group. to solve this problem i promptly began a draft by yelling out, "hey we need two people over here!"
two people volunteered and our problem was solved, but then for some reason someone decided they didn't want a group of five, they wanted a group of four. then the whole class started arguing about whether the class should be divided into four groups of five or five groups of four.
at this point wheeler's head was banging against his podium/desk because this process, initially intended to last no more than 2 minutes, was now reaching the 7 minute mark with no end in sight.

so he cancelled the project altogether.

... there you go ... one of my great high school moments.

i also found an email from my friend zack who i have barely talked to since college started from senior year in which he quoted another email from our eight grade year and both emails were hilarious and nice but a little sad because i realized how much i missed in high school because i refused to go out with people that i knew because i knew that i would feel all awkward because i don't drink or smoke and that's all they would be doing. i wish i had friends that suited me better.

i still wish i had friends that suited me better ... how sad.