I spent the whole day today in ISS. I managed to write my paper for poetry. I feel as though it’s sub-par. It’s disjointed, isolated, and boring. Much like me as of late.
If I had a gun, I would have sprayed my brains all over the wall. However, I still beat the system. One day of sitting wanting to kill myself rather than a whole semester of sitting there wanting to kill myself. Though,I’m finding less and less joy in shafting ‘the man’.
Still no word on what the hell I’m going to do about school.
I managed to pay 120 dollars for prom tickets today. I barely made it in time with just enough money. Ms. Curi Lawrence went nuts as I was buying my tickets yelling about how no more tickets would be sold etc etc etc… So I made a point to toss my money on the girl selling the tickets and proclaim, “SHE ALREADY TOOK MY MONEY!” This was after I told the girl selling me the ticket that my date’s name was Thomas. (Her look was priceless)
It worked. So now I’m on a crash course with a corsage, a tux, a date, and destiny.
-Josh Ziering
I confirmed my ASU residential stuff today. Sahuaro hall….
Thought I would declare my major as Professional Aviation. Not so. The program is not offered on the main campus. This puts a snag in my plans. It’s a 4 year program. I haven’t even started and I’m already behind. In order to do this, I’d have to transfer to ASU East, a totally different school consisting of (only?) 3,200 students.
I really want to fly planes.
I haven’t even gotten to school and already I’m thinking I screwed this up bigtime.
As everyone keeps freaking telling me, “You can always transfer.”
I may need to look into taking classes at East and see if perhaps I can still live on Main or something. Or what the hell, Why not just transfer to East all together?!
17 voice messages. 1 more day of ISS. 3 more lunch detentions. 26 days until graduation. 10 weeks until I leave to go someplace that may not be right for me.
Feeling a bit like I’m the only one to blame.
-Josh Ziering
I went to a FunFly (Where airplane nerds get together and fly airplanes.) yesterday in Hope New Jersey. I brought a couple of planes to fly, and flew the with success. All but one anyhow… I was flying my big plane, and just after I ended my first maneuver (1/2 Reverse Cuban 
it twitched. Then a second later, the plane goes full power, rolling and diving into the woods. Crunch. Some ASS turned on his radio at the same time I had my radio on. Hence, total loss of control.
So we trek into the forest to try and find some pieces of it. When we find what’s left of the plane, it’ still going nuts. So I unplug it, and grab it…. Only to be burned by a battery that has been pierced by a piece of branch. I am fiery pissed. It’s been a tough couple of weeks for “Team Ziering”
Here you can see half of my wing still lodged in the tree. The forces at work here were INCREDIBLE, the plane probably went in at about 60mph.
Here, You can see the rest of the plane:
If you look closely under the yellow strap you can see the white plastic has melted away from the rest of the battery pack. The brown spot is rust from the battery acid. That’s the mofo that burned me.
Now I’m left with only one option: Build a badder ass airplane.
-Josh Ziering
Well, Many new interesting things of late.
Firstly, I am now an officially published author. So… eat it every teacher who said I suck at life. The article features the same picture from a couple months back of DMX and I rocking out at the R/C Airplane Expo.
Yesterday, I got a letter in the mail telling me where I will be living next year. Their were a couple of interesting parts to it. Firstly, I’ll be living in a co-ed dorm. That’s a little weird… but not that weird. The weird part is that I’ll potentially have a girl room mate. That’s weird… I barely get along with my sister who is 7, and I see her like 5 minutes a day. Could I live with a girl I wasn’t … involved with? I may have to.
So that’s a bummer. I also found out that the ammenities include: a volleyball court, and a nice field outside of the dorm. Besides the fact that I was always amazing in gym volley ball with Coach C, The field outside is AWESOME. That means I can roll out of my bed, and FLY AIRPLANES. All day. Shit. The very thought makes me want to go to college. So maybe it won’t be all bad. I am worried though. I had this dream last night that my room was on top of a very large stack of tables. And something about Mr. G hosting fear factor was in it too. You know it’s serious when stuff starts making it into your dreams. (Mr. G was there because I haven’t been going to his class, No other reason. Period.)
-Josh Ziering