Sep 24, 2007 21:58
I knew I shouldn't have gone to Curves tonight. I had too much homework, but I'd skipped out last week, and I didn't want Mum to be mad at me. So I went anyway.
I got home and had to do a stupid religion assignment, WHAP notes, and Algebra.
... Time to prioritize. I decided to do religion during free block, and just focus on WHAT and Algebra.
I didn't realize the WHAP would take me until 9 to finish. But the trouble didn't really start until Dad turned off my music.
My music helps distract me from how much I hate math, and how stupid it is. But he wanted to work in the office, and didn't want to hear my music.
About 15 minuets later I looked up at my planner to see how many problems I had left. Too many.
Now, I guess you need to understand that I am not cut out for all-nighters. This was too much for my fragile self to handle, especially without my Dashboard Confessional.
So, I pretty much just said fuck it, and gave up, adding it to the already massive pile of work to do during freeblock tomorrow. Mum gets all serious, and "Well, there are ways to make all this work a lot easier..." and I knew she was gonna go on a study skills rant. I pretty much told her that it was too much for me to take, and went back into the office.
I threw the Algebra binder at the backpack, it slid, and some papers fell out. This only fueled my wrath. So I pounded it with my fists a few times, breaking the binder. (Not that I really care, that thing was a piece of crap anyway, stopped opening and closing on the second week of school. But I'm still really pissed off, I so go into my room, scream into my pillow a few times. (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!), and beat up my bedding a little. Then I run a nice hot bath, and calm down.
I've had a good grade so far, and this is the first real 'math episode' I've had this year. I get them often, if you couldn't tell.