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Yesterday was so turbulent.
First off, it was Monday. Nothing good ever happens on Mondays. I got to school and couldn't find the teacher recommendation envelopes that I had left there last week. I hate doing busy work like addressing envelopes. I will be so pissed if I have to do them all again over Thanksgiving. Math and Spanish were fine. Spanish was even a little bit better than usual, because we had a substitute who didn't speak Spanish or care if we spoke English. So that was cool. But I found out that the physics lab conclusion I sent to Matt and Kim wasn't finished. In fact, I ended it in the middle of a sentence. Boy, am I an idiot. Then I got to physics and got a horrible grade on the old lab. Physics itself was OK - we reminisced about our eighth grade science class, when we related everything we learned to the Big Bang, black holes, or time travel. But I still had the lab hanging over my head the rest of the day. Next was chorus, which was cool because Mrs. D finally cracked down on the altos. Taleah and Jenny are the only ones that actually sing, and Mrs. D told them both to sit down and let the others sing the part.
THEY STOPPED SINGING AFTER THE FIRST MEASURE.
Then they started giggling once they realized nobody else was singing either. And we ran the part multiple times and they kept. Doing. The same. Fucking. Thing.
I refused to play their part along with them. They knew it perfectly well, and besides, in the concert I'm not going to be playing along with them anyway. I felt bad for Mrs. D because she can't get those altos to work. They just sort of sit there and mouth the words. It would be okay if they were only confident with Taleah and Jenny, if the two of them got the rest of them to sing. But they don't sing even when Taleah and Jenny are singing.
So then I talked to Mr. Hauck about dropping physics, didn't get any useful advice, went to see Marty and promptly became a nervous wreck about the old physics lab. I ranted to her for a while, she said to email my teacher, and she was helping me compose the email when we ran into said teacher and talked with her a while, and while I feel better now than I did then, I still feel hugely underconfident about the whole thing. Physics, I mean. My teacher says the underconfidence is my problem and that I can get over it if I collaborate a bit more with others in my class. I hope so, but I am not exactly close to others in my class. They're scary and smart.
Then there was Concert Choir, which was fun because Mr. Spencer was there. He's hilarious. But Matt told me he was sure I got into All-State, and it turned out he was wrong. To say I was disappointed when I found out would be an understatement.
So today's my 17th birthday, and it's not a particularly happy one, either. I've been on such emotional roller coasters lately that I'm turning into an F. An INFP. The bad part about this heightened "feeling" awareness is that my highs aren't getting any higher, the lows are just getting lower.
Here's to... R-rated movies, I suppose.
First off, it was Monday. Nothing good ever happens on Mondays. I got to school and couldn't find the teacher recommendation envelopes that I had left there last week. I hate doing busy work like addressing envelopes. I will be so pissed if I have to do them all again over Thanksgiving. Math and Spanish were fine. Spanish was even a little bit better than usual, because we had a substitute who didn't speak Spanish or care if we spoke English. So that was cool. But I found out that the physics lab conclusion I sent to Matt and Kim wasn't finished. In fact, I ended it in the middle of a sentence. Boy, am I an idiot. Then I got to physics and got a horrible grade on the old lab. Physics itself was OK - we reminisced about our eighth grade science class, when we related everything we learned to the Big Bang, black holes, or time travel. But I still had the lab hanging over my head the rest of the day. Next was chorus, which was cool because Mrs. D finally cracked down on the altos. Taleah and Jenny are the only ones that actually sing, and Mrs. D told them both to sit down and let the others sing the part.
THEY STOPPED SINGING AFTER THE FIRST MEASURE.
Then they started giggling once they realized nobody else was singing either. And we ran the part multiple times and they kept. Doing. The same. Fucking. Thing.
I refused to play their part along with them. They knew it perfectly well, and besides, in the concert I'm not going to be playing along with them anyway. I felt bad for Mrs. D because she can't get those altos to work. They just sort of sit there and mouth the words. It would be okay if they were only confident with Taleah and Jenny, if the two of them got the rest of them to sing. But they don't sing even when Taleah and Jenny are singing.
So then I talked to Mr. Hauck about dropping physics, didn't get any useful advice, went to see Marty and promptly became a nervous wreck about the old physics lab. I ranted to her for a while, she said to email my teacher, and she was helping me compose the email when we ran into said teacher and talked with her a while, and while I feel better now than I did then, I still feel hugely underconfident about the whole thing. Physics, I mean. My teacher says the underconfidence is my problem and that I can get over it if I collaborate a bit more with others in my class. I hope so, but I am not exactly close to others in my class. They're scary and smart.
Then there was Concert Choir, which was fun because Mr. Spencer was there. He's hilarious. But Matt told me he was sure I got into All-State, and it turned out he was wrong. To say I was disappointed when I found out would be an understatement.
So today's my 17th birthday, and it's not a particularly happy one, either. I've been on such emotional roller coasters lately that I'm turning into an F. An INFP. The bad part about this heightened "feeling" awareness is that my highs aren't getting any higher, the lows are just getting lower.
Here's to... R-rated movies, I suppose.