Modern, Cool Nerd 91 % Nerd, 56% Geek, 39% Dork

For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd. Nerds didn't use to be cool, but in the 90's that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn't quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and "geek is chic." The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)! Congratulations! Love & Sexuality America/Politics Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on nerdiness You scored higher than 99% on geekosity You scored higher than 99% on dork points

Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

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9. No one will bite your head off if you don't speak Latin.
8. There are roman goths.
7. The dances are wilder than the open mic nights.
6. No one re-enacts the death of Juilus Caesar.
5. Spirit is all about the prizes.
4. Certamen, Latin academic challenge akin to In-the-Know, reaches a level of intensity that rivals base ball games of the bottom of the ninth, fully-loaded bases variety.
3. Riding the elevator is a good way to make friends.
2. You signed away your cool upon registering.
1. Latin is NOT dead.

I'm proud to say that I spent most of my weekend at the 56th annual Latin Convention and it was the most fun I've had this year. I'm not writing to refute the conception of a latin convention as a giant nerd fest or squash the cultish image it brings to mind of a large group of people in togas akin to a Star Trek convention, because I agree. Anything academic or not sports-related in society is considered nerdy whether it be economics or speech and debate. Included in this narrow view is the cultish aspect of band (Yes, I called it a cult, get over it). Even though they have their inside jokes and competitions that only someone in band could appreciate, how is this any different than sports teams? Sports teams and the like work together, often on the point of fanaticism or obsession, to achieve a goal, though not intellectual or artistic. It's funny how we discriminate, and I include myself in this statement. But that isn't to say that we weren't a bit leery and confused during the first general assemby we attended. Picture hundreds of students cheering for their school (some in Latin) and mascots and the like. Fans at a football game couldn't have been more spirited. The general assembies were as I imagined the Roman forum to be.

Nonetheless, everybody I met at Latin convention seemed to be perfectly friendly and have good social skills. I also didn't wear a peplos (togas are for men and prostitutes) the whole convention either, just for the banquet. The projects that we saw relating to the classics were of all scopes and were pretty incredible. Metal breast plates and helmets fashioned out of metal, a paper maché model of the hydra, beautiful paintings, pastels, photographs, and so much more. The art work definitely outclassed quite a bit of the work we have at our school. There was activities for everyone, certamen, creative arts, speech, recitation, etc.

This weekend is an example of how Latin is not dead. It's in all of us. The Romans' history is a part of our history. Without them, we would not be as we are. Their impact on history is still relevent today. How can such a language be dead when so many students continue to study and learn from it? When people still gain inspiration from it? Latin will stay alive as long as we continue to learn from it. And as one person said, "when we cease to study Latin, we'd return to the dark ages." Well, I'll not cease.

First Draft of Letter:

Dear IU,

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Sincerely,
You-Know-Who

Secound Draft of Letter:

Dear IU,

I hate you. You suck. Now I know that the “I” in you name stands of inefficient, not Indiana. Inefficient U, that’s what you are. Or Irresponsible U; I like that even better. A real university wouldn’t lose my application and let me go four months without a letter pertaining to the status of my application. I hope you have a terrible life. Your college was only my back up school anyways. I never liked you in the first place, I would be going to AA meetings if I went to your college. If I’m left without a college after April, I’m blaming you if I go to community college. You crush dreams.

Sincerely,
Angry Student



Third Draft of Letter:

Greetings, Indiana University Bloomington Admissions Staff!

I wish to congratulate your most hollowed university on the inefficiency and disorganization of your staff that lost my application. I’ll have you know that I won’t settle. I don’t care if I ever get accepted to your crummy university. I’m not a person who likes to settle. That’s why I applied to your school in the first place, because I wouldn’t settle for OSU. I know that OSU is a great school and that many perfectly happy and full actualized people attend, but it’s not for me. OSU would probably be the most comfortable financially and physically. I would get scholarships galore (because I’m such a good student) and I know the area well. Going there would be the right thing to do, even the easy thing to do. Sometimes I’m sad that I can’t see myself at OSU, as it would be easier for everyone if I did.

I don’t want to stay in Ohio. There’s so much out there in the world. I want to see, feel, touch, taste, experience new sensations. I want to be challenged beyond my comfort zone and exceed expectations with each new challenge. I want to be stretched beyond the limit so tat I might grow. How can one grow if one is inflexible? So what if I seem greedy and arrogant I don’t care; I have a right to be. I’m young, naive, and fresh; I have the whole world out there for me. I want to take, seize it all, as it’s ripe for the picking. Why should I wait until I’m older, wiser, safer--when the fruit begins to rot. I want to climb high, reach far, for the skies even!

You’re not crushing my dreams, however child-like and hopeless they may appear. I may never attend any of my choice schools as the realities of life may beat me down. They may all reject me. Or maybe I won’t have enough money. I’ll attend Humbug U, or community college, or maybe even IU if I get off my high horse, always working to get out and go where my dreams call. Nevertheless, isn’t it important that I dreamed? That I hoped and strove for what I wanted? That I dreamed the impossible dream, hoped the impossible hope, wished the impossible wish? Some people in life do much less. If this fervor makes a spoilt, impudent child, then call me childish, but that still doesn’t change that your university is too small to hold me. I'm thankful that your carelessness helped me realize this conclusion.


Best wishes,



Petra Johnson



Final draft of letter:

Greetings, Indiana University Bloomington Admissions Staff!

Thank you for your assistance regarding my application. Nevertheless, I wish to inform your most hallowed university that I will not be applying to your school again, as once is enough. In fact, I do not ever wish to enroll.

I came to this decision after the mishandling of my application, which you stated that you had not received, only after I called your office. I am deeply concerned over the efficiency and professionalism of your staff, which did not inform me of my application status until I called four months later. Obviously, four months is much longer than the four to six week decision that you promise on you website.

Furthermore, I ask that you would withdraw my name from your list of possible applicants, as I am not comfortable with your ability to handle my grades and records if I were to enroll. Perhaps I might keep you university in mind for graduate school.



Best wishes,



Petra Johnson

I was going to write great, long, flowing paragraphs about how America's school system is bloody awful, but you already knew that. Those who do not regularly watch 20/20 missed a great show tonight. Seeing shows like the one aired tonight always make me want to do something, like reform the American way--the American way being monopolies on just about everything. But that's how business works, isn't it? One man is allowed to keep an awful ie-based system on nearly every computer in America because nearly no one is big enough to compete with him. Teacher unions are able to run the whole public school system to assure their comfy jobs. Ignorant Businessmen are allowed to buy dangerous little coal mines because republican power refuses to impose restrictions on business. But enough about politics.

I understand now why my aunt was so adamant at moving back to a politically corrupt and dangerous Jamaica. Not only does she want my little cousins to grow up in the atmosphere, but to thrive in the competitive school there, in hopes that their experiences will secure them a good job (not that jobs are all there is to life). She just wants what's best for them, and a superb education is one of them.

Many people here don't realize how seriously other countries handle education; they don't joke about it. For instance, my mother signed me up for a school in Jamaica she wanted to attend before I was even born. She hoped that by the time I reached school age (3), my spot would be secured. In the same vein, she doesn't understand how people can be so neglectful about education and sleep during class. Such is the culture in which we live. Why can't we in American have a choice of where to send students to school? We have freedom to do everything else. Ironic, isn't it?

I'm going to end here, as I see a long, flowing paragraph about education being the key to end poverty and so forth in the works.

I got in my last bits of fun by watching seasons 8-26 of Escaflowne yesterday. Research paper and French awaits in Miami. Mmmmm, warm. Too bad it's not likely that I'll feel the warm air against my legs; I hate wearing shorts. I'll be back next Thursday or Friday.

The University of Chicago is amazing. It's too much for words.

I have a sneaky suspicon that whatever illness I have will confine itself to the weekend, leaving me lethargic and able to do nothing, and by tomorrow I'll be healthy and spry. But I don't see this getting any better any time soon, I'm well into my third cup of mint tea.

My brother found a radio station already playing Christmas music. I like it. But I wonder how Thankshiving feels.

I found a kindred spirit while taking the SAT on Saturday. She puts her gum wrappers back in the packet too. Props also go to Capital for the free candy corn and to the SAT advisor who accidently gave us twenty-nine minutes for the essay instead of twenty-five. My essay sucks a little less.

I also found this enlightning tidbit going through the away messages of my sister's buddy list:
Another cutter,Another freak,Another prep, Another
jock,Another whore,& more punk rock,Another
hater,Another scar they put on me.Another label that
happens 2 fall when no one really knows the person at
all.Another tear shatters fast on the slut who is
really chaste.Another line uopn the wrist of a girl
who just wants her first kiss,or a guy who just can't
take, the stress,another actor who wants 2 die but
instead he sobs while he gets high.Another princess
who want 2 be size 0 instead is a 3.Another toilet
full of lunch. Another empty wallet,unless stolen full
of cash.Another label floating around ready 2 fall on
another's head..& because of this many of the victims
will end up dead.So think of this before u send out
another label,u could be the gun 2 their head or the
arsenic in their coke.u laugh & point & make fun alot
but when its u it's on u its not a joke

^^^take the time 2 read that^^^

This was in a TEN year old's away message, TEN. What does a fifth grader really know about labels? That's right, nothing. This little dear probably copied this epitath off the internet because she thought it was cool. Look at the mistakes. Seriously. "Another toilet full of lunch"--come on. Does this girl know that she's a kid? Such morbid images don't belong in childhood. I'm sick and tired of little eight and ten year olds emulating teenagers. Go pick some dasies and stop looking up lame away messages, kids.

In other news, My Cat in the Hat watch died yesterday. The vital screw that hold it together came out, so I can no longer wear it. I'm thinking about having a burial for it on Wednesday. I shouldn't be surprised that it broke, watches have a habit of dying on me. Nevertheless, this doesn't lessen the pain. R.I.P. Dear Watch, you will be missed.