Anyways, the Rube Goldberg was effing pissing me off. Not only are people's parents uncooperative [>.>], they don't seem to understand the project. They think it's easy, they think we'll catch up if we fail. sure, we can catch up in geometry and history, and English, but for college and shit, you need a ton of science credits. This project is worth 500points in science. ...The capital "s" on this keyboard isn't working for some reason...
Anyway, so we were working on it like innocent little people, and we were nice and tried not to leave a bunch of trash lying on the floor of Melon's living room - no pins, nothing. And so we go to print something completely important for our grade, and Melon's mom starts lecturing about how disorganized we are, when in fact, her "organization" caused us to lose some of our items.
The next day - the final day for the RBG. Mom and I took Melon and "Joy" to Little Tokyo to celebrate, but first we made sure that their parents knew we were going. They both could go.
We told them we'd be gone for an hour or two, and might get back late, but like, 45 minutes after, so according to my mom, Mother Melon calls all angrily. Then calls again 15 minutes after, and again, and again, and again. By this time she's hella mad and is like "TELL ...MeLoN... THAT WE'RE NOT PICKING HER UP!!!! @#$%" The project was at my place. The deal was that the project would stay in Melon's car over night, so now, not only would they not be picking Melon up, but they wouldn't pick up the project either.
I had a [b.a.d] stomach@che because I accidentally dripped wood glue in spinach dip. Mother Jackfruit did too...
Monday - RGB day. It was due.
We changed the plan, it was that Melon pick me up and the project in the morning. I woke up at 5:30 just so we could get to school on time, and so we didn't have to rush, because it could cost us our project. Melon was waking Father Melon up. He awoke, then fell asleep. 6:30. They still weren't there. I was getting irritated. Melon's dad woke up, he was showering. Except he took a looonnnggg time. 7:15. Melon calls me with Pomi's cell. Melon was crying. "M-m-my dad c-c-can't -sniff- come...h-he said h-he'd be late for work -sniff-."
"WHAT?! No. That's...that's just...WTF?! What the hell, man?"
Nalyn, putrages na demonio yang ama mo. Putang ina. Pinapa-hamak tayo, pinaparosahan tayo, at anong ginawa natin? Ba't ginagawa nya yan sa mga apat na inosenteng bata, studyante lang tayo. Anong's ginawa natin sakanya, kaya nya kayang gumawa na'to?
Now my mom was mad, "Napaka walang hiya." (No shame.) My mom told me she'd try to bring the project in with the pastor's van.I had to take whatever I could in the car. We took it up to "Drowan's" class. We were almost late. BeachBall, Jooji, Pomi, and Melon did all they could to help, and Thank God. We cried while bringing it in. We cried through homeroom. We cried when we saw my mom exiting Drowan's class - she brought it in, not with the pastor, but with my neighbor. It didn't all fit, so a part fell off, and that kinda messed it up, but thankfully, it was okay, we fixed it.
We were cheering, and all rejoicing, but one problem still remained: not all of it worked - we hadn't assembled the thing yet.
Finish this later. Tuesday, 3rd period. Out of time.
Lunch: Kenzo helped. God Bless Him. We got an A-, so There, parents! >:P
