Cybercorps and More

Today after school we had Cybercorps (a computer club where we fix the school's computers). It was perhaps our longest session, because we were there until close to 6:00 p.m. from when school gets out at 2:40 p.m. I've been at the school until 10:00 p.m. before working on our FBLA website (the week before it's due and it's not done we pretty much enter into the server room at 8:00 a.m. and leave there at 10:00 p.m....it's a lot of hard, hard, long, work, but it paid off with two 1st place wins in State and two awesomely exciting trips to Nationals in Nashville and Chicago - I never thought I would travel to those places in my life, let alone in high school).

So anyway, the UBSCT is coming up and we had to install a bunch of new software on the computers to facilitate the testing...we wrote a batch file that installed Acrobat Reader, Adobe Flash player, turned off automatic Windows Updates, installed Java, and then installed a proprietary program for the testing. It took a while. Then I had to come home and read four Lanahan readings for government tomorrow, and finish memorizing Hamlet's To Be or Not to Be...let's see if I can do it from memory here (I don't have the punctuation memorized, but I'll give it my best shot):

To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to endure
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep; perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause; There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,


And that's all we're required to memorize, so that's all I did.

Now I've got to go read a chapter in our Government textbook.