Meet My Friend...He Likes Noses
So lately I've been really bipolar (whenever I hear/use that word I always think of a polar bear walking around in snow, giving everybody bisexual glances). But whatever.
So I didn't go to my psych class last Tuesday, which was fine, because it sucks. But I went on Thursday, and A. the teacher is late B. I got up extra early C. Class lasted approximately 20 minutes b/c all we had to do was answer a couple of questions she (slowly) wrote on the board. So after I "did" my assignment I left. Then I get there today, and I see that everyone has a scantron and a packet. All I can say is "Oh, shit. I'm screwed." So I take the test, not having studied whatsoever, and missing an obvious note taking day last Tuesday. And I have to say...I don't think I did too badly. I rule. I think I owe Mr. Neuzil an apology, b/c I've always said that taking his psych class was a waste of time, and in all actuality...I'm pretty sure I'd be failing General Psych if I hadn't taken psych in high school. Ok.
The musical is going pretty well. The other people are sorta cool. And the music guy yesterday asked me if I could read music and I said yes, because i really can. I don't think he believed me though. But it's pretty fun basically teaching myself how to sing.
I've kinda gone through this change with the whole ordeal with my mom. I've accepted it and I'm dealing with it. She stopped chemo because it wasn't working, and so now we're all just kind of waiting for the inevitable. We had a conversation about it, while I looked through the gravestone pamphlet thing. It struck me as odd that a basketball with animated "motion" lines was an option you had to put on your gravestone. The awesome thing is that my mom is going to play Tina Turner throughout her service, and that she's not having a catholic funeral because she thinks it's too sad. She wants us to celebrate her life, which I think is the best idea.
Also...I'm really disappointed about not being able to coach speech for awhile, b/c I don't get to see anybody anymore. I miss Lisa a lot. I'm going through withdrawal. And I'm calling you very soon, Lisa, so we can hang out and do nothing like always.
Ok. I'm done.
So I didn't go to my psych class last Tuesday, which was fine, because it sucks. But I went on Thursday, and A. the teacher is late B. I got up extra early C. Class lasted approximately 20 minutes b/c all we had to do was answer a couple of questions she (slowly) wrote on the board. So after I "did" my assignment I left. Then I get there today, and I see that everyone has a scantron and a packet. All I can say is "Oh, shit. I'm screwed." So I take the test, not having studied whatsoever, and missing an obvious note taking day last Tuesday. And I have to say...I don't think I did too badly. I rule. I think I owe Mr. Neuzil an apology, b/c I've always said that taking his psych class was a waste of time, and in all actuality...I'm pretty sure I'd be failing General Psych if I hadn't taken psych in high school. Ok.
The musical is going pretty well. The other people are sorta cool. And the music guy yesterday asked me if I could read music and I said yes, because i really can. I don't think he believed me though. But it's pretty fun basically teaching myself how to sing.
I've kinda gone through this change with the whole ordeal with my mom. I've accepted it and I'm dealing with it. She stopped chemo because it wasn't working, and so now we're all just kind of waiting for the inevitable. We had a conversation about it, while I looked through the gravestone pamphlet thing. It struck me as odd that a basketball with animated "motion" lines was an option you had to put on your gravestone. The awesome thing is that my mom is going to play Tina Turner throughout her service, and that she's not having a catholic funeral because she thinks it's too sad. She wants us to celebrate her life, which I think is the best idea.
Also...I'm really disappointed about not being able to coach speech for awhile, b/c I don't get to see anybody anymore. I miss Lisa a lot. I'm going through withdrawal. And I'm calling you very soon, Lisa, so we can hang out and do nothing like always.
Ok. I'm done.