gah
Its been what, a week since ive made an entry? Know why? I got two words for you. Science Fair. I hate science fair so much. I want it to die. I mean its not even like I did so much work for this. I started working on science fair January 3 or so and it has well, its consumed my life for this one week. I even took a day off from school to work on the program. And last night I sacrificed all sleep but 1.5 hours. And we are not going to win. And all that time I spent doing the board last night, all the meticulous-ness was semi-useless because the board was placed to close to a heater and some of the papers now got a bit warped or have bubbles in them. Its not too noticeable though. I am really glad dave was my partner. he was motivated even though i wasnt.
Way too much has happened this past week and way too much will happen next week. This week, we bought a new car, sold a house, and had a home inspection. New dilemmas arose such as massive insurance payments and "Where the fuck am i staying the next 3 months?" Next week is midterms. I will probably blow them off until the very last night because I think that I don't need to study. But then for some god-foresaken reason I change my mind and decide that studying is beneficial at the last moment. Next week, I also have a Harvard interview. SHUDDER SHUDDER. I am already so apprehensive about this interview. What do I wear (casual, formal, or simply nice), what do I take (a resume?), what do I say. I hope I don't freeze up. I need to think of all the questions I had about college. I always come up with questions at the weirdest of times. And later I forget them.
Tuesday afternoon, I have a meeting with Ms. Revere. It will be one of those long-ass meetings because we have a lot to cover. I hate her so much. She so does not care about NHS anymore, and Laura is right, she hates all the officers this year (except for one), so that is why she hardly ever comes to the homeroom and why she can never arrange meetings with us. Hell, she may even give more attention to her GT 10 class or even her honors 11.
Wednesday afternoon, I have a consultation with the dentist about getting bonding done on my teeth. I guess it would make my teeth look better, but I don't know if i like the idea of fake enamel in my mouth forever. Supposedly, it is imperative that I do this for my teeth or otherwise they will shift back to their original state. If thats the case, well then i guess i have no choice.
Today, I just might take the evening off. I'll write up one scholarship thing i've been meaning to do and then i'm hitting the sack. Over and out.
Way too much has happened this past week and way too much will happen next week. This week, we bought a new car, sold a house, and had a home inspection. New dilemmas arose such as massive insurance payments and "Where the fuck am i staying the next 3 months?" Next week is midterms. I will probably blow them off until the very last night because I think that I don't need to study. But then for some god-foresaken reason I change my mind and decide that studying is beneficial at the last moment. Next week, I also have a Harvard interview. SHUDDER SHUDDER. I am already so apprehensive about this interview. What do I wear (casual, formal, or simply nice), what do I take (a resume?), what do I say. I hope I don't freeze up. I need to think of all the questions I had about college. I always come up with questions at the weirdest of times. And later I forget them.
Tuesday afternoon, I have a meeting with Ms. Revere. It will be one of those long-ass meetings because we have a lot to cover. I hate her so much. She so does not care about NHS anymore, and Laura is right, she hates all the officers this year (except for one), so that is why she hardly ever comes to the homeroom and why she can never arrange meetings with us. Hell, she may even give more attention to her GT 10 class or even her honors 11.
Wednesday afternoon, I have a consultation with the dentist about getting bonding done on my teeth. I guess it would make my teeth look better, but I don't know if i like the idea of fake enamel in my mouth forever. Supposedly, it is imperative that I do this for my teeth or otherwise they will shift back to their original state. If thats the case, well then i guess i have no choice.
Today, I just might take the evening off. I'll write up one scholarship thing i've been meaning to do and then i'm hitting the sack. Over and out.