Bad, bad brain. No cookie.
HA HA WHY WON'T I GO TO SLEEP~
So I think Kurita messed up on the translation drills she gave us, because there's TOOOTALLY no way I can use "に対して" in the sentence "You must not speak like that to your parents." If I can, I REALLY don't understand that grammar point. Which is possible. DEATH BY JAPANESE.
I fail so hard in that class, not even funny. I used to be intelligent... what happened. Where did I go wrong. Why does Kurita not believe me when I say I'm dumber than a sack of rocks and need a little more work to make up for my test scores.
WHOA IT'S 1:45. I was supposed to be in bed 45 minutes ago to get my eight hours.
HA HA I'M NOT SLEEPY~
But ANYHOODLES. I've given Flueckiger and Kurita my rec forms, and now all that remains is Yamashita. I should be able to give it to him... Thursday, and then that'll be taken care of.
AND THEN I CAN FAIL ON MY OWN TIME. AKP YOU MURDER MEEEE.
Speaking of Flueckiger, I'm going to get an A on this next paper if it kills me. What really bites is that I got the same grade on this last paper, which I sent to him for pre-reading, re-wrote and everything, as I did on the first which I totally blew off. Whut.
And all my classes conflict next semester, so I can't take any of the sciences/maths I wanted, and am stuck with some lame Friday-lab-included CompSci course. I vowed to stay out of CompSci after IB... although I somehow bullshitted my way to a 7 on the exam. How, you ask? NO CLUE. They must have been high.
School, you kill me. With pointy things.
But it's Thanksgiving next week...
WITH TWO PAPERS DUE. HA HA, Flueckiger and Yamashita must collaborate. But Yamashita rocks, and Flueckiger is secretly Spiderman, so I can't get that angry. And it's partially my fault for being such a lazy ass. LAZY ASS.
... ok, now I'm tired.
See? That was cleansing.
Everyone- FUCK OFF.
So I think Kurita messed up on the translation drills she gave us, because there's TOOOTALLY no way I can use "に対して" in the sentence "You must not speak like that to your parents." If I can, I REALLY don't understand that grammar point. Which is possible. DEATH BY JAPANESE.
I fail so hard in that class, not even funny. I used to be intelligent... what happened. Where did I go wrong. Why does Kurita not believe me when I say I'm dumber than a sack of rocks and need a little more work to make up for my test scores.
WHOA IT'S 1:45. I was supposed to be in bed 45 minutes ago to get my eight hours.
HA HA I'M NOT SLEEPY~
But ANYHOODLES. I've given Flueckiger and Kurita my rec forms, and now all that remains is Yamashita. I should be able to give it to him... Thursday, and then that'll be taken care of.
AND THEN I CAN FAIL ON MY OWN TIME. AKP YOU MURDER MEEEE.
Speaking of Flueckiger, I'm going to get an A on this next paper if it kills me. What really bites is that I got the same grade on this last paper, which I sent to him for pre-reading, re-wrote and everything, as I did on the first which I totally blew off. Whut.
And all my classes conflict next semester, so I can't take any of the sciences/maths I wanted, and am stuck with some lame Friday-lab-included CompSci course. I vowed to stay out of CompSci after IB... although I somehow bullshitted my way to a 7 on the exam. How, you ask? NO CLUE. They must have been high.
School, you kill me. With pointy things.
But it's Thanksgiving next week...
WITH TWO PAPERS DUE. HA HA, Flueckiger and Yamashita must collaborate. But Yamashita rocks, and Flueckiger is secretly Spiderman, so I can't get that angry. And it's partially my fault for being such a lazy ass. LAZY ASS.
... ok, now I'm tired.
See? That was cleansing.
Everyone- FUCK OFF.