Chemistry Class

Not that I like school or anything, but I pride myself in being able to find the good in most anything. And so far this year, I have managed to keep myself fairly interested in the stuff I'm supposedly learning. Thus, as most of my class routinly does, I am not a big "trouble maker". It's not in my nature to set off a stink bomb in class, or just callously insult teachers like they're not real people. Maybe that's intellect kicking in. I'd like to think so.
But last Wednesday, it didn't take a rocket scientist to find out what to do and what not to do when I walked into Chemistry Class.
I've heard lots of stories from my brother about Chemistry class. How the teacher is known to go beserk and just kick people out of class to alliviate some of his anger. So I generally stay quiet, rarely ask questions, and he's actually come to think pretty highly of me. But when I walk into the classroom at the begining of the period, and the teacher strangly resembles a tomato, I don't exactly try to crack a joke with him.
I walk in, and some sophomores from last period are still there, crowding around his desk handing in papers. Most just wanted to get out of there, but some were taking their time. One tiny sophmore slowly works his way through the crowd and goes up to the teacher.
"sir, I'm really sorry about-"
"You? I don't want to talk to you I'm sick of you!"
"But sir, I'm really-"
"Get out of my sight!"
"I was just trying-"
"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!"
The miniature sophomore puts on an "I didn't do it" face and walks out into the hallway carefully.
"You JERK!" The teacher adds as the student leaves the room.

"This is a shut-up day" I thought to myself, and quickly sat down at a table.
Other people, unfortunatly did not seem to grasp this concept, and out of the sheer boredom that is chemistry class, began to cause a bit of a ruckus.
The teacher had just assigned us a chapter to read to ourselves while he graded some tests he wanted to hand back. (and wait for himself to calm down) So one guy in the back decides that's boring, and reads to himself outloud.
The teacher tells him to knock it off, so he starts reading quietly to himself. A few minutes later the teacher yells at him:
"I don't believe that you don't know how to read to yourself! That's a second grade skill!"
"Sir I skipped second grade."
What the heck is going through this kids' brain, I think to myself. But there's no way I'm saying anything, so the only thing to do as I have learned is to keep a straight face and watch the show.
The teacher of course blows up at him and talks about how he thought he had "outgrown that childish behavior". The guy does not get kicked out, but severly warned. So the reading continues. And someone starts humming, and someone starts tapping his pencil, and two people start joking with each other, and I just don't know what to think. Am I a goody two shoes, or are these people morons? I don't seek to piss a teacher off even if I'm bored and I hate him. I think that's because I can think ahead to the point where I know it won't do anyone any good anyways; a trait these guys probably lack. I feel like it's just common sense, and the reason I came up with was just that teenage boys are the dumbest entities on planet Earth.

Israel Videos...

...yeah about those...
My plans were, and are, to make a sort of montage of all the good parts of our 1:40 of videos from Israel. But since I'm still jet lagged, and I'm really busy getting ready for school, I doubt I'll have time to before succos. Oh well.

hilarious

Aren't those guys weird mommy?

This past friday night we were walking back from a meal at our cousin's house (me and my mom and the pt and fudge; the others had gone on ahead.) The pt had been falling asleep before we left, but we gave her a chocolate with lots of colorful sprinkles on it, told her it was super energy chocolates and suddenly she was full of energy. My mom asked her if she could feel the energy going into her and she said "yeah, I really feel it!".
So anyways, we were walking home with a now-hyper the pt (look I'm doing russian dancing in the middle of the street!), with me and my mom on either side of her, both of us holding one of her hands, and we past by a group of twenty or so teenagers hanging out on the corner of the street by some benches, talking and laughing. A loud POP from that general area drew our attention toward them.

The pt : Ummm... what are those guys doing?

Mrs. B: Making trouble probably.

The pt: Yeah, just hanging out...doing their things...probably not NORMAL (emphasis on that last word).

Me, fudge, and Mrs. B: Okay the pt, lets go, lets just keep moving...just stop talking...

But she just kept talking. And since in ramat beit shemesh everyone is shomer shabbos, there were absolutly no cars out in the street. No sound except for those guys and the pt practicly yelling "Those guys are so weird, what are they doing anyway? Aren't those guys weird mommy?"

News Flash!

Well, my sources have informed me that psychotoddler has the cable for the camera, (and he's back in not-israel) so no pictures are going up until I get back.
Too bad really. I'd like to get them up here now, but what can you do?

Pictures and Stuff

I'm trying to get some more movies and pictures on the blog, but as of right now I can't connect my camera to the computer. I'll get them up as soon as I can.

Ze Lo Yeraich!

Star Wars... B'Everit!

Life opens, every day.

-the pt

Israel at the beach

Goodbye...maybe

Well, I'll be in Isreal for the next three weeks. Whether you can expect a day to day journal on our trip while I'm gone or three weeks of staring at this barren, forgotten blog is hard to say at the moment. Oh well. I guess you'll know by tommorow. Or not. In case you don't see any updates from me, you can at least look at that picture of Rafiki Potter down there while I'm gone. That picture is just hilarious.
And you can expect a very impressive video summarizing our trip when I get back, as long as I have enough time before school to make one.

I don't look like Daniel Radcliffe!

Nope, I'm just not seeing it here.
Anyways, what am I talking about?
I went to the movies some wednesday night. I saw a movie called Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (is that really how it's spelled?) It was a great movie. I thought it was just fantastic. But as we're walking out of the theater, my father runs into another doctor he works with ( which is a huge coincidence, since they both only go to the movies like twice a year) and decides to introduce us to his family. When he gets up to me, he says "oh yeah this is the one that looks like Harry Potter." Everyone starts crowding around and the other doctor says "yeah he does look like harry potter." and then his wife is like "yeah, he even smiles like him"
Awkward Turtle.
I've actually, believe it or not, been hearing this every now and then since, oh i don't know, fifth grade? At the time, it was actually a close call in my class for who looked more like harry potter between me and one other guy, and I lost. (and that was when I had my giant glasses) Therefore, I have no reason to believe that I look anything like him. Well okay, maybe I look like harry potter, but I better not look like Daniel Radcliffe.

Yonina makes a movie

Yonina took the first half of this herself. It's kinda long (8 minutes) but it's pretty funny. And we interview her "History channel style" about Yoninan, her made up language.

UPDATE- second part has been removed

Not again...

Eli Gerstner Meets Moshe Skier

I have struck again!

Stay off the road

Umm, the brake is the little one, right?

I'll make this movie when they're old enough to handle it

There is actually a story behind this. This is Yonina's game that we play whenever we take her outside to the backyard. She always plays "Space", which usually consists of her going to Jupitor or Mars on the glider and fighting the grill. (Aprapo this post)
I wanted to make a movie yesterday but I didn't know what to make. So Yonina suggested this, and we tried it, but the footage was mostly unusable, and we even stopped halfway through because we thought it was stupid, so we just wound up making this trailer and waiting until they could do a normal, serious movie. (Summer 2008)

ATTACKED!

This past Sunday I witnessed an incredible, horryifing (though probably not unprecedented) event unfold in the WITS lunchroom.
As we were all happily chewing our stale february 7th cocoa krispies and Islandberry crunches, I noticed that both of the doors on either side of the room were open. I figured it must have been because of the toaster, which had very suddenley started spewing smoke everywhere, like it occasionally does.
It was getting rather cold and I wasn't about to go all the way upstairs to get a sweatshirt, but I was also too lazy to get up and close the doors, especially since I knew if I tried a junior would tell me to leave it open and all that effort would have gone to waste anyway.
So I left the door open.
Suddenly, someone yells "SQUIRREL!!!!!!!"
Now my school is filled with kids who pride themselves in working out every other night and being incredibly strong, dignified, good looking people. However, the might of the WITS high school was clearly no match for the bushy-tailed invader that ran into that dining room that day.
Everyone immediatly jumped on top of chairs and started shreiking of course. Those people who weren't making fun of their classmates' shrieking like little girls were either screaming, watching the fun, or running to get cameras.
I was, of course, not on a chair. I was also of course, not shrieking.
So I watched as the confused squirrel ran up to the stained-glass windows trying to get out. It stayed at one for a little while, then jumped off and ran across the tables. Everyone was ducking for cover and clearing a path for it to run wherever it pleased.
Little was being done to get the squirrel out of the school. The Rosh Yeshiva did come in early on and instruct the students to close off all exits to the dining room so that it wouldn't escape into the dorms and be lost forever. It was clear that the Rabbi had seen this sort of thing in the past.

Well, I'm not entirly sure how this story ended, since I had to go to class only halfway through. I saw a tall junior trying to poke it with a long roll of plastic tablecloth. It eventually got stuck in the wall, and was somehow coaxed out of the building.
Security has been beefed up in order that nothing like this catastrophe should ever happen again. Well okay not really, but whatever...

wow i haven't posted in a long time well here you go im busy bye.

Fulaxin

Here it is, my 50 out of 50 project.

FULAXIN- COMING SOON

Basically we had an english assignment where we had to experiment with propaganda techniques in our own honest to goodness home made video. I figured this was my area of expertise, seeing as how I've already made two videos myself.
I'll try to get my ad up here soon.