It's been two days, just two, and I already want to kill myself. (Not literally, so please sit back down, don't get so worked up. *Note: If you couldn't see the sarcasm there, please stop reading because we have nothing in common and this entry will be a waste of your time. K, thanks!*)
Anywho.
I'm seriously over this whole, "you're honor students" thing.
Yes, yes we are. That means that we don't have to read See Spot Run, but that doesn't mean that we can write Shakespeare.
It's easy for the teachers because they go over these lessons again and again. I'd know something by heart if I had to teach it for 3 blocks, due to planning period, year after year.
But.........since I'm not doing that I'm not going to know this information as well, and I'll be damned if I spend all of my free time trying to break the forgetting curve on science just so I'll be able to retrieve facts from two years ago.
It's just not going to happen. Especially in my senior year.
I can already tell that I'm really going to hate this year. I just know it.
I have all of this bullcrap going on (by bullcrap I mean, I expect you to know this, take a test on this day and then another two days after that, memorize this, scavenger hunt through a college text book for the answers to a ten page packet, have a project due at this time and on and on and on!)
Mind you, still two days into the school year.
I almost wish I had senior project now so that way I could be getting all of this crap out of the way now.
I wish that by the time second semester got here I would have already applied to all of my colleges, completed all of my honors classes, and finished my senior project.
*Sigh*
If only things were that easy.
Anywho.
That's about all I'll b***h about for now, but reader beware, you're in for more than a scare if you continue to read my journal entries.
I usually don't write unless I'm pissed off and need to vent. Very rarely do I decide to record the sweet precious moments of my life, which I really should because the more I re-visit them, the stronger they will become, but I digress.
Hope this didn't bum anybody out, not that I'm betting on the fact that anyone would actually read this, but you never know.
A buh-bye!
~"The next person that leaves this room is gonna get a....a lead salad!"~
