Again... (X-Posted from OD)
For the second time, I've failed to keep up with this diary on a daily basis. I really have wanted to though. Then again, there hasn't been a whole lot to write about anyway.
On Saturday, my mom dropped me off for my appointment with Andrea, and I walked down the hall, knocked on the door. Then Andrea comes up the corridor, and tells me, "Your mom just hit someone." I asked, "What?"
"Yeah, your mom just backed into another car." I couldn't believe it! Again! She is so careless. I just got angrier and angrier, knowing that I would have to hear about it for the longest damn time, how it was the worst thing that could've happened to her, and how terrible it was. Her back bumper was indeed, cracked. What a shame. And she just got the damn thing fixed. So much for the cheaply-made Toyota Camry.
Well, when I got the all-clear from my mom, I went in for my appointment. We finally attempted TIR, and it didn't seem to have the results that everyone has been raving about for months. Perhaps it's because I haven't been very gung-ho about doing it in the first place. I think that's what it must've been... it seems like one of those things that you have to *really* want to do for them to go as planned. Well, needless to say, I felt like a failure when I had to say (about half way through the session), "This just isn't working for me. My mind is going a mile a minute. Can I open my eyes now?" I felt god-awful about it.. I really did. I couldn't believe that I even said that. I'd wanted to, yet I didn't, then I realized it was too late. We'd gone through the TIR process 5 times, Andrea told me. Well, five times, and none of which seemed to make me remember the robbery any more than I ever have. So much for that. We may try it again, sometime. It was a let down, though, to say the least.
Then we went on to talk about other inconsequential things for about 30 minutes, and I was almost relieved to get out of there. I felt as though I'd wasted my time, and her time as well. Couldn't get passed it. I mean, that was originally what I'd gone for anyway - TIR!! And here, we'd finally tried it, and it just seemed bland. I thought about it some, and came up with no true or revealing conclusions in the end. And So, that, was that.
I started my summer Physics class at Coral Reef (not my normal school) on Thursday, and got the same teacher I had for Chemistry two summers ago. He's a good teacher, with a nice sense of humor, and yet, he spoiled it all when he gave us a project on the first day to be due the next! I was up until 3am doing it. And I got a 'D' on the first quiz - something I've done before, something I've previously understood, something I screwed up on because I was too confident. It was quite disheartening. A terrible beginning.
At least I know one person in the class, reasonably well though - Damaris from Southridge. She and I have had many classes together in the past, and tend to get along. Other than that though, everything about it sux! From 6:30 in the morning, to not enough breaks (one for ten minutes), to idiots in the class, to rude Coral Reef people, to hitting my head on the lab table behind my desk, to long lines for vending machines, to a crowded bus, to getting home at 2:15pm (when school actually gets out at 1:05), it just plain sucks. If I'm not doing reasonably well by the end of this coming week, that's it for me. I don't need the class to graduate. I could even take it next year instead of AP Calculus.
In fact, I've got to get up soon to catch my bus, and I haven't even gone to sleep yet. LeeAnn is gone for FSU's choral camp. I miss her already - I guess I still take some of my friendships for granted. She and Ivan seem to be okay now, so that's good anyhow. She'll be gone all week. So will my neighbors, Jackie, Jorge, Brian and Sam. I'll miss hanging out with them in the evenings too. Looks like it will be a boring week.
I made dinner for my mom and grandparents tonite (Spaghetti almost from scratch, fresh brocolli, garlic toast, salad and iced tea). It was rather enjoyable, until I got a lovely stomach ache. Such is life. I'm about done here, for now. Off to the shower.
I smell popcorn (mom is home tonite - says she doesn't feel well). Better not have any with this stomach ache of mine.
On Saturday, my mom dropped me off for my appointment with Andrea, and I walked down the hall, knocked on the door. Then Andrea comes up the corridor, and tells me, "Your mom just hit someone." I asked, "What?"
"Yeah, your mom just backed into another car." I couldn't believe it! Again! She is so careless. I just got angrier and angrier, knowing that I would have to hear about it for the longest damn time, how it was the worst thing that could've happened to her, and how terrible it was. Her back bumper was indeed, cracked. What a shame. And she just got the damn thing fixed. So much for the cheaply-made Toyota Camry.
Well, when I got the all-clear from my mom, I went in for my appointment. We finally attempted TIR, and it didn't seem to have the results that everyone has been raving about for months. Perhaps it's because I haven't been very gung-ho about doing it in the first place. I think that's what it must've been... it seems like one of those things that you have to *really* want to do for them to go as planned. Well, needless to say, I felt like a failure when I had to say (about half way through the session), "This just isn't working for me. My mind is going a mile a minute. Can I open my eyes now?" I felt god-awful about it.. I really did. I couldn't believe that I even said that. I'd wanted to, yet I didn't, then I realized it was too late. We'd gone through the TIR process 5 times, Andrea told me. Well, five times, and none of which seemed to make me remember the robbery any more than I ever have. So much for that. We may try it again, sometime. It was a let down, though, to say the least.
Then we went on to talk about other inconsequential things for about 30 minutes, and I was almost relieved to get out of there. I felt as though I'd wasted my time, and her time as well. Couldn't get passed it. I mean, that was originally what I'd gone for anyway - TIR!! And here, we'd finally tried it, and it just seemed bland. I thought about it some, and came up with no true or revealing conclusions in the end. And So, that, was that.
I started my summer Physics class at Coral Reef (not my normal school) on Thursday, and got the same teacher I had for Chemistry two summers ago. He's a good teacher, with a nice sense of humor, and yet, he spoiled it all when he gave us a project on the first day to be due the next! I was up until 3am doing it. And I got a 'D' on the first quiz - something I've done before, something I've previously understood, something I screwed up on because I was too confident. It was quite disheartening. A terrible beginning.
At least I know one person in the class, reasonably well though - Damaris from Southridge. She and I have had many classes together in the past, and tend to get along. Other than that though, everything about it sux! From 6:30 in the morning, to not enough breaks (one for ten minutes), to idiots in the class, to rude Coral Reef people, to hitting my head on the lab table behind my desk, to long lines for vending machines, to a crowded bus, to getting home at 2:15pm (when school actually gets out at 1:05), it just plain sucks. If I'm not doing reasonably well by the end of this coming week, that's it for me. I don't need the class to graduate. I could even take it next year instead of AP Calculus.
In fact, I've got to get up soon to catch my bus, and I haven't even gone to sleep yet. LeeAnn is gone for FSU's choral camp. I miss her already - I guess I still take some of my friendships for granted. She and Ivan seem to be okay now, so that's good anyhow. She'll be gone all week. So will my neighbors, Jackie, Jorge, Brian and Sam. I'll miss hanging out with them in the evenings too. Looks like it will be a boring week.
I made dinner for my mom and grandparents tonite (Spaghetti almost from scratch, fresh brocolli, garlic toast, salad and iced tea). It was rather enjoyable, until I got a lovely stomach ache. Such is life. I'm about done here, for now. Off to the shower.
I smell popcorn (mom is home tonite - says she doesn't feel well). Better not have any with this stomach ache of mine.