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It's so weird, today hasn't been one of my best days (not that I can recall the last good day I had, but maybe I'm just bitchy).
-I bombed, and I mean BOMBED, my Greek test. The entire front page was pretty much all wrong. Fortunately, the sections on the stories I aced, so hopefully I didn't fail too bad.
-I forgot the books I needed for tonight's homework. Haven't done that since the fourth grade.
-I'm really doubting my chances of snagging a Wii when it comes out, which is a bummer, I was looking forward to Zelda. Well, I could probably snag one if I camped out a couple hours early, but who wants to do that alone? I know Zach won't want to go, and I really...don't know anyone else. I guess I'm more bothered by the fact I don't know anyone who'd stick it out with me. No offense to Zach, he's a good guy, but he's just not the sort to get up with me at some unspeakable hour and wait for a few hours outside of Best Buy. He'd be around for important stuff, but not a little thing like that.
My mom apparently talked to some people, and they suggested against majoring is Psychology, and that I should stick with English. It's not that I had my heart set on anything, but I feel like I wish I had something I knew I could make a concrete career out of. I don't think I'm that good of a writer, even if that's something I'd like to be, and I definately don't want to be an English teacher. I just wish there was something I was good at that I knew I could make money doing. I don't really mind if I'm not rich, I just never want to have to think "Damn, how am I gonna afford this?" or not be able to go on a vacation if I have a family, or not pay for my kid to go to college. I don't want to struggle in live, I suppose, and I feel like I'm doomed to because I think I'm mediocre.
But, for once, I'm anxious. Not just the negative anxious, though, I'm really excited. My English teacher suggested me to apply to some Writing Conference in Vermont, and to see if my submission would get me in. I spent all day worrying about sending in the letter, hell, thinking about it now makes me very nervous. See, they only picked me to do this, and I don't think I'm very good. But, if she picked me then that means someone believes in me. I really needed that, to be believed in. For the most part, though I hold know ill will, those around me just expect me to do well because that's how I've been since the 3rd grade. Maybe that is believing in me, but I guess I never felt it. But Ms. Piazza, for whatever reason, though I could get accepted into this thing, so that means someone doesn't think I'm just average and mediocre. It makes me a little less depressed.
Speaking of my English teacher, she was apparently on Wheel of Fortune with Paul Pierce. I checked it out, and it turned out to be true. Naturally, I mentioned it to some of my classmates. Connor called bullshit, and I told him to go ahead and ask her about it. He said he would and cite me as the source. I don't typically like that, I don't want anyone to see me as the driving force the the rumor-mill (I'm not, though I like to talk). Still, I didn't see how being on Wheel of Fortune could be construed as a negative, so I figured no harm no foul.
Allegedly, the Wheel of Fortune thing was confirmed fairly quickly, and then Connor mentioned he didn't trust his source. She asked who it was, and he of course said it was me. She responded by calling me a "quality kid" to which Connor responded:
"If he's got you thinking that he's already fooled you."
That rabble-rouser, we both intend to have a mock contempt for one another if the subject is ever brought up during either English class. Granted, he's not entirely lying, but I'm a lot better than a lot of my class mates.
That's all for today, till next time.
-I bombed, and I mean BOMBED, my Greek test. The entire front page was pretty much all wrong. Fortunately, the sections on the stories I aced, so hopefully I didn't fail too bad.
-I forgot the books I needed for tonight's homework. Haven't done that since the fourth grade.
-I'm really doubting my chances of snagging a Wii when it comes out, which is a bummer, I was looking forward to Zelda. Well, I could probably snag one if I camped out a couple hours early, but who wants to do that alone? I know Zach won't want to go, and I really...don't know anyone else. I guess I'm more bothered by the fact I don't know anyone who'd stick it out with me. No offense to Zach, he's a good guy, but he's just not the sort to get up with me at some unspeakable hour and wait for a few hours outside of Best Buy. He'd be around for important stuff, but not a little thing like that.
My mom apparently talked to some people, and they suggested against majoring is Psychology, and that I should stick with English. It's not that I had my heart set on anything, but I feel like I wish I had something I knew I could make a concrete career out of. I don't think I'm that good of a writer, even if that's something I'd like to be, and I definately don't want to be an English teacher. I just wish there was something I was good at that I knew I could make money doing. I don't really mind if I'm not rich, I just never want to have to think "Damn, how am I gonna afford this?" or not be able to go on a vacation if I have a family, or not pay for my kid to go to college. I don't want to struggle in live, I suppose, and I feel like I'm doomed to because I think I'm mediocre.
But, for once, I'm anxious. Not just the negative anxious, though, I'm really excited. My English teacher suggested me to apply to some Writing Conference in Vermont, and to see if my submission would get me in. I spent all day worrying about sending in the letter, hell, thinking about it now makes me very nervous. See, they only picked me to do this, and I don't think I'm very good. But, if she picked me then that means someone believes in me. I really needed that, to be believed in. For the most part, though I hold know ill will, those around me just expect me to do well because that's how I've been since the 3rd grade. Maybe that is believing in me, but I guess I never felt it. But Ms. Piazza, for whatever reason, though I could get accepted into this thing, so that means someone doesn't think I'm just average and mediocre. It makes me a little less depressed.
Speaking of my English teacher, she was apparently on Wheel of Fortune with Paul Pierce. I checked it out, and it turned out to be true. Naturally, I mentioned it to some of my classmates. Connor called bullshit, and I told him to go ahead and ask her about it. He said he would and cite me as the source. I don't typically like that, I don't want anyone to see me as the driving force the the rumor-mill (I'm not, though I like to talk). Still, I didn't see how being on Wheel of Fortune could be construed as a negative, so I figured no harm no foul.
Allegedly, the Wheel of Fortune thing was confirmed fairly quickly, and then Connor mentioned he didn't trust his source. She asked who it was, and he of course said it was me. She responded by calling me a "quality kid" to which Connor responded:
"If he's got you thinking that he's already fooled you."
That rabble-rouser, we both intend to have a mock contempt for one another if the subject is ever brought up during either English class. Granted, he's not entirely lying, but I'm a lot better than a lot of my class mates.
That's all for today, till next time.