Robotics

I'm in the robotics club.

Yes, I guess it shouldn't seem like that much of a surprise, but it's just now hitting me.
I'm in the robotics club.

What does that actually mean, I hear you ask. Well, it means that I stay after school twice a week with a bunch of smelly boys (and Katie) and chillax there for one-point-five hours. It's not that bad.
Actually, I signed up for website duty. I digress.
Robotics, at my school, is a section of the FIRST robotics incentive in Minnesota. The goal of the group is to build - from scratch, mind you - a remote-controlled robot that solves activities related to that years' theme. The group itself is split into eight different 'sections': CAD, wiring, building, outreach (securing money from sponsors), IT (the website), business (money), and two others. There are captains of each team, predetermined by seniority, plus the president along with the VP.
The IT section has two members: me and the leader, who happens to be in my first hour Computer Programming class. He was absent last meeting (the FIRST time we actually did anything... heh heh), so the surprisingly technologically literate president introduced me to the mechanics of designing the website. It was pretty cool. I brainstormed a list of epic things to take the website to an... er, epic level... I'm not sure if some of them are actually accomplishable, but we will see.

Cheers.
Destiny.

The Idea of Communication

          I feel as though the concept of language hinders us as people; rather than helping us communicate with profound intentions, language creates a barrier for which the intention behind the meaning is greatly affected. Because, unless one usually thinks without using words, then you can only understand up to the limit of your vocabulary. Yes, language use serves as a medium of communication, but why should we only to express things that are tangible, nonetheless. I feel as though, even if centuries have passed, our species did not evolve more advanced or efficient means of basic needs.
          Even more so, intangible words are often misinterpreted, causing even more of a loophole in this supposed way of communications. Inexpressible words are only unable to be placed into lines on a page because some genius has not used other words to explain the word in the first place. Until the unfathomable occurs, I feel as though the human race will continually lack its full capability.

Take me away.

          I have years until I can finally get to Europe. My Girl Scout peeps are coming with me, though. Yeah, it will be safe, economically sound, and an overall great trip... But, I won't get to have the freedom that I already posses; heck, I even use it on a day-to-day basis. Maybe that's a good thing.
           I can always go back at a later time. My uncertainty lies within the fact that I may not have the time nor the money to return (on another note, I won't even get to go to Ireland...).  Sometimes, I wish I could fast-forward to when I'm swimming in money and arguably more intelligent than Larry Plage / Sergey Brin - a.k.a. the founders of Google - combined. Hehe. But that won't happen unless I go go college, which won't happen unless I get more than two years of math in my HS diploma, which won't happen unless I either graduate early or UMN accepts me into their PSEO program. See this unfounded thinking process?
          Oh, yeah. PSEO. A long, long time ago (even though time technically cannot be measured by length, and the actual year of 1985 is arguably not that long ago), the state of Minnesota adopted the Postsecondary Enrollment Options Act "...to promote rigorous academic pursuits and to provide a wider variety of options to high school pupils by encouraging and enabling secondary pupils to enroll full time or part time in nonsectarian courses or programs in eligible postsecondary institutions~..."1 This headed way for a few other states (Ohio being the most notable with their fancy-schmancy PSEOP; in other states this may be known as Running Start or simply dual enrollment) to take Minnesota's example and set up their own state-funded college classes for underage students.
        ~An "eligible institution" being defined as a college (whether two or four years, public or private) located in Minnesota. Although the amount of classes you can take - as well as if the college actually participates in this - varies from college to college.
        PSEO is, basically, a program where any person in their junior or senior year (and, in some cases, sophomore year) can go to a college and take free classes there during the school year. If you're over the ripe old age of sixteen, you can pay to take classes a) beyond a full course load, predefined by your school of attendance or b) during the summer.

I can get so off topic sometimes.

Cheers.
Destiny.


Source:
1: https://www.revisor.mn.gov/bin/getpub.php?pubtype=STAT_CHAP_SEC&year=current&section=124D.09

Hey. It's me.

It's my first time blogging.
Actually, I have and have failed blogging several times before. But, here I am.
Usually, I don't find my life worth blogging about. I'm just like any other 14-year-old-high-school-sophomore-ex-homeschooler-aspiring-psychologist-and-on-the-math-and-robotics-teams-with-separated-parents-girl. Really, I am.
But what suddenly makes my life worth blogging about, you may ask.
Nothing. Really, not much. I knew that starting a real blog was inevitable - I have to do it when I'm in Europe in the summer of '14. I won't have a phone, and Internetting would be my only outside form of communication (I'm going with a bunch of Girl Scouts who meet up every once in a while.. I'm going to need the European break).
Today, I:

1. Watched an episode of Sherlock via Netflix.
2. Watched an episode of Bones via Netflix.
3. Thought about finishing my AP Chem lab. It's just mathy stuff.
4. Slept in until 11. Just kidding - 11:30.
5. Ate.

... Yeah. Perhaps my day was on the more unproductive side. But is it the thought that counts?
I hope so.

Anyways, I'm posting my schedule just for laughs and giggles.

1. Computer Programming 1 Hybrid (Basically programming in the lab for fifty minutes.)
2. AP Chemistry. Lots of juniors in this class...
3. English 10. Easy peasy. I omitted honors because I hate the thought of an English class. Rant on that later.
4. Healthy Living with a B lunch. Easy peasy as well. Virtually no homework, and lunch midway through the class means less actual class time ;)
5. French 2. I don't care for the teacher, but it's an okay class.
6. Study hall... whatever.

.. yup.

Cheers.

Destiny.