I'm a good student. I LOVE school.
Well. So last week after the tests in Spanish, English and math, I figured I was about done. It was just one more week of school to sort of sit through. I could take it easy.
This was a faulty impression. First, on Monday this week I arrive to school and find we're having a test in Civics that I theoretically knew about but had completely forgotten. All right, well, Civics is actually easy and I knew everything on the test and I got the test back yesterday with MVG+ no less. Civics in a box. Civics-inna-box. Onna-stick.
But I also start seriously stressing out about the Religion paper. I wanted to make a draft for my history teacher to look at before Tuesday, but while I looked at my books and I thought deep thoughts and attempted to figure out what the hell I was actually supposed to do, I didn't write anything, and certainly not anything good enough to show him. So I just asked him questions, trying to make sure I was at least on the right track, and he said I probably was. He believes I can do this but at the same time ... I probably need to do this good to get an MVG in that class. And his essays were always HARD. So now I'm writing a comparative essay on myths and rituals of nature religions, what their function is for different individuals and for groups (and society), and how they reflect the society in which they originated. And I'm writing it over Christmas. FUN TIMES. And on Tuesday I started stressing out because I realized there were MORE things I had to do over Christmas: in fact, a whole bunch. I needed to write three papers (religion, biology, English), read two books (English, Swedish) and prepare one oral presentation of the English paper. And review three chapters of physics (the ones about electricity, which were my least favorite) and read two new ones (the ones about magnetism). If I have time, that is.
I seriously came home on either Tuesday or Wednesday and broke down and cried for like half an hour. Most of that isn't hard (hell, I LIKE reading books), but it's just ... that there's so much of it. Over Christmas. I've been working non-stop at a steady max-pace since the middle of freaking October and haven't had a break. Yay fall break! I think. Usually we have a whole buncha tests before that and then there's a pause after it while all the classes prepare for the next bunch -- this semester, no. I think, yay fall break! But I'm stuck studying during the fall break and then going right back to having tests every week. And they didn't die off. I start thinking, Oh God, at least Christmas break is soon. My courses will be over, for better or for worse.
Uh huh. Nosirree. My courses end 2nd week of January. Because that's how screwed up my semesters are. One single week after the break -- this year only three days, the first two days are holidays somehow -- is counted to the fall break. And therefore the teachers can give us stuff to do over Christmas and set grades week 2 in the new year. You may have worked all fall, Anna, but please continue over Christmas break. You're the good student, right? You LIKE school, and school work, and stuff like that! Right? Right.
I eventually come to terms with it and tell myself, aside from the religion paper, it's not so bad. They're all minor things. Don't worry. My mother tells me she'll help me look over it, figure out what to do, and I can always have Brian proof-read it and tell me how bad it sucks (since that sort of thing IS his sort of thing). I calmed down. I decided I would do that stuff later. Rest a bit first. This year I actually have two weeks and two days of break.
And I come to school today, and Mats the Biology teacher gives me back my tests and shakes his head, a nice shiny VG- on it. "It's okay", he says, "you've done well before. Do a good job on the paper and you'll still get MVG. If you had done better on this test you barely would have even needed to write that paper at all."
A hah. Hahahahah. Heh heh hehehhehe. Yeahhhhh. Fun times. Go Anna. It's not even that I didn't know the stuff on the test, either. I did. I just ... didn't write so, apparently. He knows I know, too, he said as much, but he said he has to grade what's on the paper.
So now I'm gonna write a paper over Christmas about how to evolutionarily explain or non-explain suicide, or something similar to that. And hope I do a good freaking job, along with the religion paper.
And then...
somehow...
Get through spring semester.
"University will be easier," Mom tells me. Hah. Dunno if I believe that one, but at least, I won't have crazy subjects like religion no more. I'll be doing physics and math all the time, the subjects which I ... pretty much have neglected the entire semester in favor of Religion and Biology and Swedish. The HARD subjects. Math and physics is what you do if you have time over, or possibly if you have a test the next day. At least a lot of what we did this semester was easy stuff (waves, trigonometry, and integrals), and the harder stuff (electricity, magnetism) is for next semester, when the sun is coming back.
Right, sun. There is such a thing. I miss it.
"Due date is Friday 9/1-2009. Good luck!" it says on my instruction sheet for biology. Same due date as for religion. Both of them, the same day. That's my anniversary, too.
"Happy third anniversary, Anna," Brian will say and put flowers on my grave.
Heh.
This was a faulty impression. First, on Monday this week I arrive to school and find we're having a test in Civics that I theoretically knew about but had completely forgotten. All right, well, Civics is actually easy and I knew everything on the test and I got the test back yesterday with MVG+ no less. Civics in a box. Civics-inna-box. Onna-stick.
But I also start seriously stressing out about the Religion paper. I wanted to make a draft for my history teacher to look at before Tuesday, but while I looked at my books and I thought deep thoughts and attempted to figure out what the hell I was actually supposed to do, I didn't write anything, and certainly not anything good enough to show him. So I just asked him questions, trying to make sure I was at least on the right track, and he said I probably was. He believes I can do this but at the same time ... I probably need to do this good to get an MVG in that class. And his essays were always HARD. So now I'm writing a comparative essay on myths and rituals of nature religions, what their function is for different individuals and for groups (and society), and how they reflect the society in which they originated. And I'm writing it over Christmas. FUN TIMES. And on Tuesday I started stressing out because I realized there were MORE things I had to do over Christmas: in fact, a whole bunch. I needed to write three papers (religion, biology, English), read two books (English, Swedish) and prepare one oral presentation of the English paper. And review three chapters of physics (the ones about electricity, which were my least favorite) and read two new ones (the ones about magnetism). If I have time, that is.
I seriously came home on either Tuesday or Wednesday and broke down and cried for like half an hour. Most of that isn't hard (hell, I LIKE reading books), but it's just ... that there's so much of it. Over Christmas. I've been working non-stop at a steady max-pace since the middle of freaking October and haven't had a break. Yay fall break! I think. Usually we have a whole buncha tests before that and then there's a pause after it while all the classes prepare for the next bunch -- this semester, no. I think, yay fall break! But I'm stuck studying during the fall break and then going right back to having tests every week. And they didn't die off. I start thinking, Oh God, at least Christmas break is soon. My courses will be over, for better or for worse.
Uh huh. Nosirree. My courses end 2nd week of January. Because that's how screwed up my semesters are. One single week after the break -- this year only three days, the first two days are holidays somehow -- is counted to the fall break. And therefore the teachers can give us stuff to do over Christmas and set grades week 2 in the new year. You may have worked all fall, Anna, but please continue over Christmas break. You're the good student, right? You LIKE school, and school work, and stuff like that! Right? Right.
I eventually come to terms with it and tell myself, aside from the religion paper, it's not so bad. They're all minor things. Don't worry. My mother tells me she'll help me look over it, figure out what to do, and I can always have Brian proof-read it and tell me how bad it sucks (since that sort of thing IS his sort of thing). I calmed down. I decided I would do that stuff later. Rest a bit first. This year I actually have two weeks and two days of break.
And I come to school today, and Mats the Biology teacher gives me back my tests and shakes his head, a nice shiny VG- on it. "It's okay", he says, "you've done well before. Do a good job on the paper and you'll still get MVG. If you had done better on this test you barely would have even needed to write that paper at all."
A hah. Hahahahah. Heh heh hehehhehe. Yeahhhhh. Fun times. Go Anna. It's not even that I didn't know the stuff on the test, either. I did. I just ... didn't write so, apparently. He knows I know, too, he said as much, but he said he has to grade what's on the paper.
So now I'm gonna write a paper over Christmas about how to evolutionarily explain or non-explain suicide, or something similar to that. And hope I do a good freaking job, along with the religion paper.
And then...
somehow...
Get through spring semester.
"University will be easier," Mom tells me. Hah. Dunno if I believe that one, but at least, I won't have crazy subjects like religion no more. I'll be doing physics and math all the time, the subjects which I ... pretty much have neglected the entire semester in favor of Religion and Biology and Swedish. The HARD subjects. Math and physics is what you do if you have time over, or possibly if you have a test the next day. At least a lot of what we did this semester was easy stuff (waves, trigonometry, and integrals), and the harder stuff (electricity, magnetism) is for next semester, when the sun is coming back.
Right, sun. There is such a thing. I miss it.
"Due date is Friday 9/1-2009. Good luck!" it says on my instruction sheet for biology. Same due date as for religion. Both of them, the same day. That's my anniversary, too.
"Happy third anniversary, Anna," Brian will say and put flowers on my grave.
Heh.