I'm running out of titles.

You know, after I got my position, I've met all sorts of people while scouting for something to put in there. Contrary to popular opinion, it is remarkably difficult to do an edition filled with real news. The birthday event was finished, and was rather successful, I must add. The mods were pleasantly surprised, and they've promised rather cheekily to outdo us during April Fools' Day.

My arm is feeling much better now, and I'm back to work, right on the very last week of term.

Damn, that was fast.

All us new writers got a nickname, based on our idiosyncrasies. I'm the Deadpan Snarker, based on my quips at various subjects, some of which has been converted to euphemisms. One of the irritating things we kept from last year's April Fools' Day event was an irritating knight with a shiny handlebar moustache as the guide for newer members. No comment on what I've renamed it.

Back to school events, we've pulled off some pretty good pranks on other people. One involved making the phone send delayed messages to itself. And we changed the ringtone to I'm on a Boat by the Lonely Island. Hilarity ensues. Another involved a shoe, raffia string, and somebody holding the door. Victims almost always end with a shoe to the face because the door is pulled open rapidly.

Other things we did was breaking the magnetic door stopper. Apparently, it cannot hold one's weight on it.

Another thing we broke was more complex. You know the projector can be pulled down via a string? Yeah. That string got flipped up hard enough to wrap around the tubular thingy. Some genius tried to jump. Epic fail. She tried again, this time stepping on the white plastic thingy that holds the AV cables. She isn't exactly a featherweight, so the thing broke. Too little common sense, perhaps?

I remember my reaction.

1) Silence.
2) Dialogue: Seriously. What the fuck were you thinking? (In that monotone with a slight questioning inflection I reserve for sarcasm.)
3) Silence.
4) Dialogue: You're so fucked once they see (read: teachers) it.
5) Return to seat.

No wonder I'm known as the Kuudere. Never thought they would know phrases like Tsundere, Kuudere, Dandere. I'd prefer Dandere, because of how I'm like with Kelly. But still, I'm fine with that.

So, I got quite the attention from the History teacher. Normally, once a student has refused to hand up work, you'd think said student is no good. But when said student can engage in a meaningful breakdown of WW2 political cartoons, and discuss about the Maginot Line, significance of the Battle of Leyte Gulf, and the events in Hitler's life that led to his taking over of Europe, it's pretty apparent that said student isn't a moron. Said student is either employing Obfuscating Stupidity and/or just Brilliant But Lazy. Take your pick. Either way, my history teacher isn't too pleased with efforts at making me more receptive to homework. Oh yes, the teachers all know my intelligence is way above my peers, what with my knowledge of van der waals forces, the Drake Equation, Schrondinger's Cat (apologies if I spelt it wrongly). They also know that I can be determined enough to do my work. Take last year's second and fourth term. I scored well enough to surprise the teachers. The fact that my third term consisted of me mainly slacking, and scoring badly did help the impression in the 4th term.

And yes, I've realized how much I've slowed down in updating my blog. Apologies for that. After I broke my arm, I became very discerning of what to put in here, because it isn't easy typing with 1 arm. Now that I can type with 2, I still can't relax my standards.

Sigh.

Mabel, Perfectionist in Training.