Feeling better.
Am feeling vaguely better. Mood, not physical health.
Have just heard from a friend that RI parents were told that to do trip sci in JC you need a 4.0 for all three sciences? That is freaking insane. Seriously. Not like I intend to do trip sci or anything, but honestly how many people can attain that? It's just crazy.
Slacking is a luxury. It feels so good to indulge.
My dad's friend is over now. He kinda disturbs/annoys me because he talks to me like I'm five years old, which doesn't exactly make me want to be polite to him, but I do it anyway of course. He's talked to me the same way for the past, oh, 10 years? Seriously. He's stuck in some kind of time warp. Example: When he was over for dinner once, he smiled in a way that most people reserve for very young children and said, "What's your favourite vegetable?" I was like, STARE. Is this usual dinner table conversation for you? Favourite vegetables? Anyway I just tried to give some lame general-ish answer, and was saved by my dad's return to the table. He doesn't really talk to me anyway, probably because adults have nothing to say to insignificant little five year olds. Oh well, am not really bothered or anything, it's just quite annoying sometimes, because even my parents have treated me as an adult (and therefore an equal) for pretty long now (well most of the time, except when they nag).
My throat feels awful but I'm in a much better mood now than I was in school. Yay.
Have just heard from a friend that RI parents were told that to do trip sci in JC you need a 4.0 for all three sciences? That is freaking insane. Seriously. Not like I intend to do trip sci or anything, but honestly how many people can attain that? It's just crazy.
Slacking is a luxury. It feels so good to indulge.
My dad's friend is over now. He kinda disturbs/annoys me because he talks to me like I'm five years old, which doesn't exactly make me want to be polite to him, but I do it anyway of course. He's talked to me the same way for the past, oh, 10 years? Seriously. He's stuck in some kind of time warp. Example: When he was over for dinner once, he smiled in a way that most people reserve for very young children and said, "What's your favourite vegetable?" I was like, STARE. Is this usual dinner table conversation for you? Favourite vegetables? Anyway I just tried to give some lame general-ish answer, and was saved by my dad's return to the table. He doesn't really talk to me anyway, probably because adults have nothing to say to insignificant little five year olds. Oh well, am not really bothered or anything, it's just quite annoying sometimes, because even my parents have treated me as an adult (and therefore an equal) for pretty long now (well most of the time, except when they nag).
My throat feels awful but I'm in a much better mood now than I was in school. Yay.