Pathetic
I got a deficiency in English. That's like the fourth I've gotten this year, and it's not like English is even the class I'm most concerned about at present; I'm doing pretty shittily in Physics and Environmental Science as well. I have no idea what's going on. I really have no excuse to be stressed; I'm not in AP Bio, or AP Chem or AP Physics. And I bitch about Williams assigning so much homework, but that's not even the point. I couldn't write a two page paper. I couldn't write get it done on time, and when I did hand it in almost a week late, I got a D- on it which I wasn't even shocked by. Two fucking pages not being written. Not fucking good. And it's not the IM thing, because I've had maybe two really short conversations all week, and work isn't getting done any faster. I really hope the I actually it turns out I have mild ADD, because that would explain a lot. Dad talked to me about the whole thing. The school is apparently really concerned, and I need to go to a meeting next week to sort it all out. And I'm probably going to start seeing Sugarman again. I really don't know if it'll help though. Incidentally, this isn't me slacking off. I couldn't concentrate on environmental homework for the past 15 minutes, so if anything this'll wake me up enough to get back to work.
God, when did I start hating school? And how can I convince myself I don't do the self-destruction thing anymore?
I doubt I'll even have time to write a Compchorea song with all the makeup homework. Fuck fuck fuck. I needed that. Don't tell the schools what a fuckoff I am.