Distribution

Given:
1 Yearbook is approximately 5 pounds.
1 box of yearbooks contains 8 yearbooks.
There were approximately 1670 yearbooks to be sorted and distributed today.
There were 18.5 boxes of un-named books.

Conclusions:
1 box of yearbooks weighs 40 pounds.
There were 209 forty pound boxes to be carried and sorted.
There were 148 un-named books.
1522 books were alphabetized in the Destinations lab.
All in all, the yearbook staff lugged 4.18 tons of yearbooks around campus during the last two days.

If you find a problem with the yearbook, screw you.

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Rank Offence

O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t,
A brother’s murder. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will:
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother’s blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what’s in prayer but this two-fold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon’d being down? Then I’ll look up;
My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? ‘Forgive me my foul murder’?
That cannot be; since I am still possess’d
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
May one be pardon’d and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law: but ’tis not so above;
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compell’d,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: what can it not?
Yet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
All may be well.

Had to memorize that beast for Powell’s class. And I made it cry to its mommy.

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Kaboom

Yay for bomb threats and not having to present in Kolhoff’s class or turn in my math homework or go to Physics 6th period.

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In other news, shaving is worthless. I cut my lip an hour ago and it’s still spurting.

Bah.

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Anderson

Ms. Anderson is the oddest sub in the Pinellas county school district. While handing out an average of 5 unwarranted “furrals” a day, she manages to keep her job. And for that, I applaud her.

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Glaciers are Buzz Saws

Extreme FCAT action for the past two days. Learned about how glaciers cut off tops of mountains further away from the equator or something. It’s all so silly anyways.

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Today before testing I traded shirts with Taryn because hers said “International Baccalaureate” on it and I guess she found my orange yearbook camp t-shirt to be cooler. The first IMs we sent to each other said exactly the same thing: “You smelled good during FCAT!”

Hm.

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