Mr. Demick, a CHS Gov teacher, stood on a lunch table, twice. One, to assert his presence. Two, to shush us. Three, to instill a sense of awe in me as I watched the light bounce off his shiny (bald) head. I should've sneaked a photograph...
Anyway, that was what happened today within ten minutes prior to the actual National Honor Society (NHS) induction ceremony.
I arrived about two minutes before the stated arrival time, 5:45 p.m., straight from piano practice, lugging my vintage and absolutely adorable Miffy bag with me, loaded with piano sheet music, The Beautiful Fall (Alicia Drake), my iPod, cell phone, and, uh, one other thing that you needn't know.
Not sure where I'm going with mentioning all that, but whatever. My journal entries are usually specific and elaborate about even the tiniest of details. Oh, I also wore my Calvin Klein blazer and tailored light blue button-down and Bally heels. Basically a suit. Gosh. I wish I wore my dress. Oh well--I was in a hurry.
So the induction ceremony went well, I suppose. I was really nervous and paranoid that I might trip while ascending/descending the three or four steps up the stage or going across it. Thankfully I did not. Man, I suck at walking in heels even though I love them. Love, love, love how they look. And how they elevate one's stature and add a sort of aesthetic zing to an outfit (when paired correctly). But I just can't walk in them comfortably without wondering when I might end my life.
A few things bothered me about the induction ceremony. One, when we first sat down in the auditorium, there was this blinding (hah) beam of light that shined on us diagonally. That's my dad and his camcorder. I don't understand why he records stuff when he never looks at it afterward . But whatev. It was just that the girl next to me was like, "God, whose parent is that who's blinding me?" and then she looked at me and asked if it was mine. I unfortunately said yes.
During the ceremony, the student president of NHS spoke according to the script which didn't change the date (the NHS was intended to occur about two weeks ago), so she read it verbatim and it was therefore incorrect. But then she/Mr. Demick corrected it, and that was that. But my dad just had to come home and laugh at the girl and nitpick, bantering about it. For goodness sake, that is nothing to make fun of. What a total douche.
More instances of this dad-with-blinding-camcorder/camera, like when I was picking up the certificate across from the lecture hall. He stood sort of blocking the line recording me while I was talking to a friend (Alice). Gosh. How awkward. And then he started taking pictures of us and insisted that I look at it.
You guys ever wonder why I have an aversion to people taking photographs of me usually?
It's usually because of this.
1) They make you look at the camera
2) That's fucking contrived and stupid. I'll look when I want to look.
3) They expect you to smile.
Maybe I'm the only one who gets bothered about those three things, but from an aspiring photographer's perspective (I'm not a photographer yet!), those are things that undermine the magic of a photograph, for, I think, obvious reasons. Contrived. When I look at a photograph thirty years from now, trying to remember what exactly happened at a specific event, all I'll see from those contrived, forced-smiles photographs is an inaccurate record. It's not a real capture.
So really, smile when you want to, don't smile when you're not truly up for it. I don't care if you look at my camera and frown or glare. I want real.
Later when I went in the lecture hall with Alice, we got cake. Since I knew the two people at the counter, they gave me the hugest slab, seriously. It was almost twice the size of an average slice. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing (health-wise, I fail), but I guess they meant well (hopefully)? Oh, it helps to know people :D
When I was standing to the side, my dad starts recording everyone, I mean, EVERYONE in the whole room, even parents and kids he doesn't know. This may sound hypocritical, but, what the heck. Really? At least I show my photographs or recorded stuff. He doesn't do anything with it, so why bother?
I must do Algebra and study for that quiz.
I must do Chem and study for that wretched quiz.
I must work my butt off and get my work done for TPT. I've been terrible this week in terms of school.
No offense intended, just my honest thoughts.
I was stunned to find that so many people didn't attend..
Okay. Maybe NHS isn't a really big deal, maybe it isn't that important of an honor. But it's an honor nonetheless. Maybe there's tons of homework, etcetera. But I find it kind of shocking that people just don't go because of those reasons. There were six people who sat before me that didn't go, and tons of others. Plenty of empty seats while we were 'rehearsing'. Funny that the people missing in my row were all Asian, but that's just an observation. And it's also interesting to note that there are so many people with the Lee surname O_O
But yeah. It's sad that people don't go just because of too much homework or because they don't feel like it's important. When someone/something takes the time to honor or recognize you, I don't think that it's courteous or classy to dismiss it. But yeah. I'm just being a bitch, pretty much.