12-04-2022, 03:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-05-2023, 03:55 AM by Terry Bentley.)
Chapter 122
Steve came back from a quicky trip to 7-11. Then decided he needed to leave so not to be late for supper. He does not like missing any meals, especially mom made meals. I snacked out on some warm M&M's and a not so cold Mountain Dew. Fortunately this is one soda I could drink hot or cold if no other choice.
I had to call it quits early tonight because of school work. Mom does not usually press me for doing homework unless she has that sense I am slacking. Or that fateful report card agrees with here sixth sense. So tonight my head is in the books.
Much as I have grown to hate Algebra I, my brain still wants to figure out how to do it and what the heck I could use this stuff for. There has to be something I can put to use with all of these equations. If just one thing I could apply to say like the kart stuff, then my brain might absorb more of it and I can finally decipher its encrypted meaning and function.
Another great project I have been putting off is that English assignment. Originally I had planned to skim off last years Language Arts project. Just do a rewrite on my story and call it all good. But after looking over my choices, something came to mind. It naturally would have something to do with racing. Well karts in particular. That is one subject I wont get tired of for a while yet. Maybe never.
Instead of writing a bloviated story about our short time in the realm of karting last spring, I was thinking more about an advertisement or something like a presentation. Unfortunately this particular choice would involve doing an oral report in front of the whole class. Yuck!
So not only the printed advertisment, but at least a five minute oral report to boot. Now why would I waste this extra time when I could get away with just a written story? Obviously there is some motive here and I am putting the details together as this is being written down in the journal tonight.
For my assignment, doing an oral report means less paper work to turn in. Also less grammatical errors to get down graded by. So this may be a winner taking the extra time in front of class. To make sure the oral presentation is decent, this means time in front of the mirror practicing until satisfied with my performance. Then a trial run in front of Steve or even Chris. Chris would enjoy learning about anything kart related, but Steve will be a lot more critical about my presentation.
To kill two birds as they say....... I will do my assignment on building up and modifying the Clinton engines. But not just any Clinton. No, I am talking about one of the rarest of them all, The BLACK PANTHER. Yes that very engine. The one they said was never sold over the counter. It is so rare I might have the only one known to exist, or that was never even made. Well that is after I build the first one.
I will make an in depth pitch to the class about this engine. Sort of like a presentation about the Special Racing Division of the Clinton Corporation. Wow this could actually work. I can get into making good grades for building engines for the karts. YEA HA!
Introducing a limited production engine already fully modified from the factory. Wow, this will allow me to pull off playing on our kart stuff later into the night and put all that effort on getting the engines closer to finished so we can go race. Just think about receiving an A+ for all of the work already done to one of the Clintons so far.
To really top it off, I can paint up this special engine all fancy in Satin black with the ghost outline of a Panther on the shroud. OK brain you are on a roll tonight. Lets make this really happen. So all I need to do it put a portfolio together more or less detailing my project and turn it in tomorrow by the time English class is over. It is the deadline.
So I do an in depth write up of the modifications done to the engine compared to the stock one. I could just clip out some ads from magazines with detailed captions or ... Wait for it ... What if I actually build up an engine just for the presentation, having a completely stock engine for comparison sitting side by side. The engine does not have to even run, just look fast.
To make it even more believable, ad some dyno charts to show how much difference in power output the modified engine has over the stock one. Now this is how teaching should be. Apply it to something actually useful so that students would stay interested and apply themselves.
But I was just thinking about someone else doing this based on something they might be interested in too. I sure dont want to listen to some girl raving on about ballet dancing and how exciting it is to be on stage tippy toeing around in pink tights wearing a tutu.
Mom dragged me to a recital to watch the neighbors kid one time. She said I needed some culture. Watching them dance really looked painful to strut around all stiff like on the tips of their toes. Some of the dancers had their hair drawn up so tightly in a bun, causing what looked like facial disfigurement. The skin was stretched so much they had a forced smile like Howdy Doody and could not even close their eyes.
At the recital when this one girl tried to breathe, I could see her nostrils flare open really big. Its like she had just sniffed a bunch of pepper and trying not to sneeze. I started a fake cough then excused myself before laughing too much and upsetting the parents.
Fair enough, if someone can sit thru my presentation, I can give the same respect back. Well I can sit there and tolerate it just so long as I get a good grade on my assignment. When that day comes, I will be sure to volunteer first, just to get it over with. After that I can drown out anything too boring or just plain lame. Maybe work on Algebra or sketch out some ideas for the Hornet S-85. Yea I got this.
Well I dont remember if the portfolio is a major grade or even being graded. Just something the teacher can get a feel for when the actual assignment is due. If the portfolio is counted for even 25% I would have to put a lot more effort into this tonight. Tomorrow another day in paradise, err I mean school again. Good night journal, for now.
Steve came back from a quicky trip to 7-11. Then decided he needed to leave so not to be late for supper. He does not like missing any meals, especially mom made meals. I snacked out on some warm M&M's and a not so cold Mountain Dew. Fortunately this is one soda I could drink hot or cold if no other choice.
I had to call it quits early tonight because of school work. Mom does not usually press me for doing homework unless she has that sense I am slacking. Or that fateful report card agrees with here sixth sense. So tonight my head is in the books.
Much as I have grown to hate Algebra I, my brain still wants to figure out how to do it and what the heck I could use this stuff for. There has to be something I can put to use with all of these equations. If just one thing I could apply to say like the kart stuff, then my brain might absorb more of it and I can finally decipher its encrypted meaning and function.
Another great project I have been putting off is that English assignment. Originally I had planned to skim off last years Language Arts project. Just do a rewrite on my story and call it all good. But after looking over my choices, something came to mind. It naturally would have something to do with racing. Well karts in particular. That is one subject I wont get tired of for a while yet. Maybe never.
Instead of writing a bloviated story about our short time in the realm of karting last spring, I was thinking more about an advertisement or something like a presentation. Unfortunately this particular choice would involve doing an oral report in front of the whole class. Yuck!
So not only the printed advertisment, but at least a five minute oral report to boot. Now why would I waste this extra time when I could get away with just a written story? Obviously there is some motive here and I am putting the details together as this is being written down in the journal tonight.
For my assignment, doing an oral report means less paper work to turn in. Also less grammatical errors to get down graded by. So this may be a winner taking the extra time in front of class. To make sure the oral presentation is decent, this means time in front of the mirror practicing until satisfied with my performance. Then a trial run in front of Steve or even Chris. Chris would enjoy learning about anything kart related, but Steve will be a lot more critical about my presentation.
To kill two birds as they say....... I will do my assignment on building up and modifying the Clinton engines. But not just any Clinton. No, I am talking about one of the rarest of them all, The BLACK PANTHER. Yes that very engine. The one they said was never sold over the counter. It is so rare I might have the only one known to exist, or that was never even made. Well that is after I build the first one.
I will make an in depth pitch to the class about this engine. Sort of like a presentation about the Special Racing Division of the Clinton Corporation. Wow this could actually work. I can get into making good grades for building engines for the karts. YEA HA!
Introducing a limited production engine already fully modified from the factory. Wow, this will allow me to pull off playing on our kart stuff later into the night and put all that effort on getting the engines closer to finished so we can go race. Just think about receiving an A+ for all of the work already done to one of the Clintons so far.
To really top it off, I can paint up this special engine all fancy in Satin black with the ghost outline of a Panther on the shroud. OK brain you are on a roll tonight. Lets make this really happen. So all I need to do it put a portfolio together more or less detailing my project and turn it in tomorrow by the time English class is over. It is the deadline.
So I do an in depth write up of the modifications done to the engine compared to the stock one. I could just clip out some ads from magazines with detailed captions or ... Wait for it ... What if I actually build up an engine just for the presentation, having a completely stock engine for comparison sitting side by side. The engine does not have to even run, just look fast.
To make it even more believable, ad some dyno charts to show how much difference in power output the modified engine has over the stock one. Now this is how teaching should be. Apply it to something actually useful so that students would stay interested and apply themselves.
But I was just thinking about someone else doing this based on something they might be interested in too. I sure dont want to listen to some girl raving on about ballet dancing and how exciting it is to be on stage tippy toeing around in pink tights wearing a tutu.
Mom dragged me to a recital to watch the neighbors kid one time. She said I needed some culture. Watching them dance really looked painful to strut around all stiff like on the tips of their toes. Some of the dancers had their hair drawn up so tightly in a bun, causing what looked like facial disfigurement. The skin was stretched so much they had a forced smile like Howdy Doody and could not even close their eyes.
At the recital when this one girl tried to breathe, I could see her nostrils flare open really big. Its like she had just sniffed a bunch of pepper and trying not to sneeze. I started a fake cough then excused myself before laughing too much and upsetting the parents.
Fair enough, if someone can sit thru my presentation, I can give the same respect back. Well I can sit there and tolerate it just so long as I get a good grade on my assignment. When that day comes, I will be sure to volunteer first, just to get it over with. After that I can drown out anything too boring or just plain lame. Maybe work on Algebra or sketch out some ideas for the Hornet S-85. Yea I got this.
Well I dont remember if the portfolio is a major grade or even being graded. Just something the teacher can get a feel for when the actual assignment is due. If the portfolio is counted for even 25% I would have to put a lot more effort into this tonight. Tomorrow another day in paradise, err I mean school again. Good night journal, for now.