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I can't fucking stand math and history right now. Math, I refuse to get bad grades because of someone else. Especially if it's the teacher. She's awful. And I don't even feel bad about it anymore because it hasn't been getting better. I always feel rushed, and that I have to understand this and memorize that by a certain time. This in turn, makes me increadibly nervous and if I can't undertand, then .. sucks for me. Sorry, but I absolutely can not learn like that.
History, Mr. Woolley just creeps me out. We're not going to be friends. Ever. Good thing I don't have that class tomorrow.
On a lighter note, I have two studies in a row tomorrow. F & G block?! WHAT?! haha yesss.
OH YEAH.
Hanson today was fun. But the judge, for lack of a better word.. useless. I don't even know. There's no other words to describe it. Not to mention, how freaking biased she was. I did spectator with Chance, (and he was great) but the judge, meanwhile, is having a full out conversation with the guy who got second place, like they were secret little friends or something. His name was Norman, by the way. I could tell by the way they were practically flirting with each other. Um, and I wonder why he places second out out of a class of 11, because it certainly had nothing to do with his riding ability or how nice the horse looked. *AHEM*
Yeah. That's funny.
P.S., The kid that won couldn't even post without holding on the the saddle.
I still need a homecoming dress.
History, Mr. Woolley just creeps me out. We're not going to be friends. Ever. Good thing I don't have that class tomorrow.
On a lighter note, I have two studies in a row tomorrow. F & G block?! WHAT?! haha yesss.
OH YEAH.
Hanson today was fun. But the judge, for lack of a better word.. useless. I don't even know. There's no other words to describe it. Not to mention, how freaking biased she was. I did spectator with Chance, (and he was great) but the judge, meanwhile, is having a full out conversation with the guy who got second place, like they were secret little friends or something. His name was Norman, by the way. I could tell by the way they were practically flirting with each other. Um, and I wonder why he places second out out of a class of 11, because it certainly had nothing to do with his riding ability or how nice the horse looked. *AHEM*
Yeah. That's funny.
P.S., The kid that won couldn't even post without holding on the the saddle.
I still need a homecoming dress.