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fardell24Thursday, September 23. 2005
Daria and Jennifer entered Jane's room with takeaway breakfast. Jane was watching a tabloid show on the TV.
“This is just astounding! Here you are, blind, deaf, and barely able to walk, yet you conducted simultaneous affairs with three members of the Royal Family! The question on all of America's mind is: how did you do it?”
“What?”
“You don't get it. It's the Royal Family. You'd have to be blind,” Jane said as commentary.
“Hi Jane, is that Sick Sad World? I was wondering when it was on here,” Daria said.
“Hey Amigos,” Jane said. “Yeah, its on in the morning, although I have heard that they are going to change it to the afternoon,” Jane said.
“Quite an interesting show,” Jennifer said.
“Definitely,” Daria said. She and Jennifer sat down next to Jane. The scene on the TV had changed to a UFO convention that was being held close to Lawndale.
“Hi! I'm Artie.”
“Artie, hello. Tell me, what brought you here, Artie.”
“It was a cone-shaped craft about 15 feet long, with an air speed of, oh, I'd estimate mach 12. They kidnapped and stripped me, examined me briefly, returned my clothes, and dropped me here.”
“I see.”
“They pressed my pants. Did a nice job.”
Daria turned down the TV. “You both know all the answers to the questions on the release test, right?”
“I've got them in my notebook,” Jane said.
“I do too,” Jennifer said.
“Well, why don't we just take the test this afternoon and get out of the class once and for all?” Daria asked.
“How would I spend my afternoons?” Jane asked. 'I would have more time to paint, that is for sure!' she thought.
“UFO conventions,” Daria said. 'I can think of many activities. Not the least of which is exploring what this town has to offer that I would like,' she thought.
“Now you're talking,” Jane said.
“Yes!” Jennifer said.
“And so, for tomorrow, I want you to make a list of ten ways the world would be a sadder place if you weren't in it,” Mr. O'Niell said as conclusion for that day's session of the Esteem-a-Teen class.
“Oh, Mr. O'Neill, Mr. O'Neill?!” 'The Head' asked, waving his hands, trying to get the teacher's attention.
“Yes, um... you.”
“Is that if we'd never been born, or if we died suddenly and unexpectedly?”
“'Oh no!' Mr. O'Neill thought. 'I didn't expect that!' he thought for a moment, trying to salvage the situation. “Never been born,” he said.
The class started filing out, except for Daria, Jane and Jennifer.
“Yes?” Mr. O'Neill asked.
“We want to take the test,” Daria said.
“We all want to take the graduation test,” Jane said.
Jennifer gave a small smile.
“Well! I'm glad your self-image meter is on the uptick! But there's still three more weeks of class left,” Mr O'Neill said. 'They need to stay in the class for the whole time to get everything out of it,' he thought.
“This first week has been a real eye-opener. It must be the way you teach,” Daria said.
Mr. O'Neill was flattered. “Oh, well... thank you very much,” he said. “You look familiar somehow,” he said to Jane and Jennifer.
“So can we take the test?” Jennifer asked.
Mr. O'Neill gave in and gave them the test.
“I don't think we have to go any farther. I am really pleased! I think the whole school needs to hear about this at assembly!” Mr. O'Neill said a few minutes later.
The three teens looked at each other. Their expressions said the same thing. 'Uh, oh!'
Andrea looked at the VBScript code on the screen.
Option Explicit
Set oWMI = GetObject("winmgmts:" & _
"\\.\root\cimv2")
Set myObj = oWMI.ExecQuery _
("select IPAddress from" & _
"Win32_NetworkAdapterConfiguration" & _
" where IPEnabled=True")
…
“That is rather good, Quinn,” she said. It looked exactly as the flowchart and the pseudocode had laid out. “You can run it now,” she said. 'I am certain that there are no errors. I think she corrected them all in that proofreading,' she thought.
Quinn minimised the IDE screen and double clicked the .vbs file. The script ran without error and a drive letter on Quinn's XP system was mapped to one of Andrea's network shares.
“Cool!” Quinn said.
Andrea smiled. 'If she is this good at VBScript...'
“So I delete it now?” Quinn asked, about the connection to the network share.
“No, keep it. All the members of the Programming Club have the connection. Its a common file repository. As long as you are on my network. It's accessable,” Andrea said.
“So, if I use a VPN to connect to it, the share is available?” Quinn asked, wondering why Andrea had a share that all of the Programming Club members could access...
“Yes,” Andrea said.
'She is up to something. It may be worth joining the Anime Club, afterall,' Quinn thought, as she started closing the programs on the laptop.
Friday, September 24, 2005
Quinn entered homeroom carrying the information sheet on the Anime Club. As she had expected the person whom had invited her to join was the President. 'Jenna Schwartz, she's a sophomore. I'll talk to her at recess.'
Jenna Schwartz was surprised when Quinn Morgendorffer walked up to her in the corridor.
“Hi, Jenna. I would like to take up your offer to join the Anime Club,” Quinn said.
“That would be cool, Quinn. But why did it take so long to decide?” Jenna asked.
“I wasn't sure if I wanted to be in a third club, but I do like Anime so the Anime Club is a good choice. Also, that Andrea is so weird,” Quinn said.
Jenna chuckled. “She definitely is. Come with me and I will give you a form. Once its filled out, you're in,” she said.
“Cool,” she said.
Unknown to Quinn and Jenna, Stacy Rowe had overheard them from her locker. 'The Anime Club. If Sandi wasn't such a hardcase about things, I would have joined a few weeks ago,' she thought. She closed her locker and headed to the bathroom where Sandi and Tiffany were waiting for her.
The end of week school assembly was in progress.
“And once again, the bake sale was a tremendous success. We raised more than $400, which was subsequently stolen from the office, but I am confident we will get that money back. In a related note, the school nurse will be visiting homerooms on Monday to collect DNA samples. Now, Mr. O'Neill has exciting news about our after-school self-esteem class,” Principal Angela Li said.
Mr. O'Neill stood and approached the podium.
“This is really going to help me gradually ease into student life,” Daria said, sarcastically.
“Usually when I have this dream I'm wearing pink taffeta,” Jane commented.
“I always wanted to be on assembly. Not!” Jennifer said.
“Thank you. You know, self-esteem is a little like your car's brake fluid. You may not even know you're low on it until, one day, you go to shift gears and nothing happens,” Mr. O'Neill said.
“That's transmission fluid!” One of the students in the audience yelled.
“That's... what I said,” Mr. O'Neill said, trying to cover his mistake. “Anyway, I'd like you to meet three students who have completed our self-esteem course faster than anyone ever before! Please join me in congratulations as I present these certificates of self-esteem to... Daria Morgendorffer, Jane Lane and Jennifer Burns.”
There was some applause from the audience, but not much.
“Oh, what the hell,” Jane muttered as she stepped up to the podium. “I just want to say how proud I am today. Knowing that I have self-esteem gives me even more self-esteem.” She paused, looked at Daria and Jennifer and smirked. “On the other hand, having all of you know that I had low self-esteem makes me feel... kind of bad... like a big failure or something...” she said histronically.
Most of the audience began to laugh at Jane's behaviour.
“I, uh, I want to go home!” Jane said, as she let out an exaggerated sob and ran off the stage.
“Jennifer, wait!” Mr. O'Neill called out as he ran after Jane.
'That's Ms. Lane, not Ms. Burns!' Ms. Li thought, she knew that Jane was faking it even if her head Language Arts teacher didn't!
Jennifer stepped up to the podium with trepidation. There was a reason why Jodie always read the reports for the Computer Club at assemblies.
“Thank you. I am happy to have high self-esteem rather than low self-esteem. I feel I can better contribute. Thanks again,” she said. She walked away from the podium and breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the audience.
She could see Jodie, Mack, Quinn, Kristen, Cindy, a few other friends, members of the Computer Club and a few others clapping. She smiled as she went back to her seat.
Daria stepped up to the podium. “No one can battle a terrible problem like low self-esteem on their own. It takes good coaching... “
In the audience, Sandi was sitting boredly between two boys. 'This is stupid!' she thought.
“Who cares about these losers?” one of them said.
“Hey, beats algebra, though, doesn't it?” the other, Corey Bateman said. He then high-fived his friend over the top of Sandi's head.
“Hey!” she snapped.
“Oops,” the other said.
“Did you hear what I said, Sandi? I said, like, who cares how bad this is - it's still better than algebra!” Corey said.
“I, like, heard you the first time, Corey. I't's not funny!” Sandi said forcefully. 'Of course its better than algebra!' she thought.
“Ok,” Corey said, leaning slightly away from Sandi.
Daria and Jennifer entered Jane's room with takeaway breakfast. Jane was watching a tabloid show on the TV.
“This is just astounding! Here you are, blind, deaf, and barely able to walk, yet you conducted simultaneous affairs with three members of the Royal Family! The question on all of America's mind is: how did you do it?”
“What?”
“You don't get it. It's the Royal Family. You'd have to be blind,” Jane said as commentary.
“Hi Jane, is that Sick Sad World? I was wondering when it was on here,” Daria said.
“Hey Amigos,” Jane said. “Yeah, its on in the morning, although I have heard that they are going to change it to the afternoon,” Jane said.
“Quite an interesting show,” Jennifer said.
“Definitely,” Daria said. She and Jennifer sat down next to Jane. The scene on the TV had changed to a UFO convention that was being held close to Lawndale.
“Hi! I'm Artie.”
“Artie, hello. Tell me, what brought you here, Artie.”
“It was a cone-shaped craft about 15 feet long, with an air speed of, oh, I'd estimate mach 12. They kidnapped and stripped me, examined me briefly, returned my clothes, and dropped me here.”
“I see.”
“They pressed my pants. Did a nice job.”
Daria turned down the TV. “You both know all the answers to the questions on the release test, right?”
“I've got them in my notebook,” Jane said.
“I do too,” Jennifer said.
“Well, why don't we just take the test this afternoon and get out of the class once and for all?” Daria asked.
“How would I spend my afternoons?” Jane asked. 'I would have more time to paint, that is for sure!' she thought.
“UFO conventions,” Daria said. 'I can think of many activities. Not the least of which is exploring what this town has to offer that I would like,' she thought.
“Now you're talking,” Jane said.
“Yes!” Jennifer said.
“And so, for tomorrow, I want you to make a list of ten ways the world would be a sadder place if you weren't in it,” Mr. O'Niell said as conclusion for that day's session of the Esteem-a-Teen class.
“Oh, Mr. O'Neill, Mr. O'Neill?!” 'The Head' asked, waving his hands, trying to get the teacher's attention.
“Yes, um... you.”
“Is that if we'd never been born, or if we died suddenly and unexpectedly?”
“'Oh no!' Mr. O'Neill thought. 'I didn't expect that!' he thought for a moment, trying to salvage the situation. “Never been born,” he said.
The class started filing out, except for Daria, Jane and Jennifer.
“Yes?” Mr. O'Neill asked.
“We want to take the test,” Daria said.
“We all want to take the graduation test,” Jane said.
Jennifer gave a small smile.
“Well! I'm glad your self-image meter is on the uptick! But there's still three more weeks of class left,” Mr O'Neill said. 'They need to stay in the class for the whole time to get everything out of it,' he thought.
“This first week has been a real eye-opener. It must be the way you teach,” Daria said.
Mr. O'Neill was flattered. “Oh, well... thank you very much,” he said. “You look familiar somehow,” he said to Jane and Jennifer.
“So can we take the test?” Jennifer asked.
Mr. O'Neill gave in and gave them the test.
“I don't think we have to go any farther. I am really pleased! I think the whole school needs to hear about this at assembly!” Mr. O'Neill said a few minutes later.
The three teens looked at each other. Their expressions said the same thing. 'Uh, oh!'
Andrea looked at the VBScript code on the screen.
Option Explicit
Set oWMI = GetObject("winmgmts:" & _
"\\.\root\cimv2")
Set myObj = oWMI.ExecQuery _
("select IPAddress from" & _
"Win32_NetworkAdapterConfiguration" & _
" where IPEnabled=True")
…
“That is rather good, Quinn,” she said. It looked exactly as the flowchart and the pseudocode had laid out. “You can run it now,” she said. 'I am certain that there are no errors. I think she corrected them all in that proofreading,' she thought.
Quinn minimised the IDE screen and double clicked the .vbs file. The script ran without error and a drive letter on Quinn's XP system was mapped to one of Andrea's network shares.
“Cool!” Quinn said.
Andrea smiled. 'If she is this good at VBScript...'
“So I delete it now?” Quinn asked, about the connection to the network share.
“No, keep it. All the members of the Programming Club have the connection. Its a common file repository. As long as you are on my network. It's accessable,” Andrea said.
“So, if I use a VPN to connect to it, the share is available?” Quinn asked, wondering why Andrea had a share that all of the Programming Club members could access...
“Yes,” Andrea said.
'She is up to something. It may be worth joining the Anime Club, afterall,' Quinn thought, as she started closing the programs on the laptop.
Friday, September 24, 2005
Quinn entered homeroom carrying the information sheet on the Anime Club. As she had expected the person whom had invited her to join was the President. 'Jenna Schwartz, she's a sophomore. I'll talk to her at recess.'
Jenna Schwartz was surprised when Quinn Morgendorffer walked up to her in the corridor.
“Hi, Jenna. I would like to take up your offer to join the Anime Club,” Quinn said.
“That would be cool, Quinn. But why did it take so long to decide?” Jenna asked.
“I wasn't sure if I wanted to be in a third club, but I do like Anime so the Anime Club is a good choice. Also, that Andrea is so weird,” Quinn said.
Jenna chuckled. “She definitely is. Come with me and I will give you a form. Once its filled out, you're in,” she said.
“Cool,” she said.
Unknown to Quinn and Jenna, Stacy Rowe had overheard them from her locker. 'The Anime Club. If Sandi wasn't such a hardcase about things, I would have joined a few weeks ago,' she thought. She closed her locker and headed to the bathroom where Sandi and Tiffany were waiting for her.
The end of week school assembly was in progress.
“And once again, the bake sale was a tremendous success. We raised more than $400, which was subsequently stolen from the office, but I am confident we will get that money back. In a related note, the school nurse will be visiting homerooms on Monday to collect DNA samples. Now, Mr. O'Neill has exciting news about our after-school self-esteem class,” Principal Angela Li said.
Mr. O'Neill stood and approached the podium.
“This is really going to help me gradually ease into student life,” Daria said, sarcastically.
“Usually when I have this dream I'm wearing pink taffeta,” Jane commented.
“I always wanted to be on assembly. Not!” Jennifer said.
“Thank you. You know, self-esteem is a little like your car's brake fluid. You may not even know you're low on it until, one day, you go to shift gears and nothing happens,” Mr. O'Neill said.
“That's transmission fluid!” One of the students in the audience yelled.
“That's... what I said,” Mr. O'Neill said, trying to cover his mistake. “Anyway, I'd like you to meet three students who have completed our self-esteem course faster than anyone ever before! Please join me in congratulations as I present these certificates of self-esteem to... Daria Morgendorffer, Jane Lane and Jennifer Burns.”
There was some applause from the audience, but not much.
“Oh, what the hell,” Jane muttered as she stepped up to the podium. “I just want to say how proud I am today. Knowing that I have self-esteem gives me even more self-esteem.” She paused, looked at Daria and Jennifer and smirked. “On the other hand, having all of you know that I had low self-esteem makes me feel... kind of bad... like a big failure or something...” she said histronically.
Most of the audience began to laugh at Jane's behaviour.
“I, uh, I want to go home!” Jane said, as she let out an exaggerated sob and ran off the stage.
“Jennifer, wait!” Mr. O'Neill called out as he ran after Jane.
'That's Ms. Lane, not Ms. Burns!' Ms. Li thought, she knew that Jane was faking it even if her head Language Arts teacher didn't!
Jennifer stepped up to the podium with trepidation. There was a reason why Jodie always read the reports for the Computer Club at assemblies.
“Thank you. I am happy to have high self-esteem rather than low self-esteem. I feel I can better contribute. Thanks again,” she said. She walked away from the podium and breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the audience.
She could see Jodie, Mack, Quinn, Kristen, Cindy, a few other friends, members of the Computer Club and a few others clapping. She smiled as she went back to her seat.
Daria stepped up to the podium. “No one can battle a terrible problem like low self-esteem on their own. It takes good coaching... “
In the audience, Sandi was sitting boredly between two boys. 'This is stupid!' she thought.
“Who cares about these losers?” one of them said.
“Hey, beats algebra, though, doesn't it?” the other, Corey Bateman said. He then high-fived his friend over the top of Sandi's head.
“Hey!” she snapped.
“Oops,” the other said.
“Did you hear what I said, Sandi? I said, like, who cares how bad this is - it's still better than algebra!” Corey said.
“I, like, heard you the first time, Corey. I't's not funny!” Sandi said forcefully. 'Of course its better than algebra!' she thought.
“Ok,” Corey said, leaning slightly away from Sandi.
