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Well, I had a pretty good day up until Alegbra.
Lifeskills was really easy, we barely did any work. But in Study Hall, Macie was battling Sam Felch with a hair straightener. It was quite amusing to watch, because he was such a wimp about it. He would cover his face, just in case he got burnt, even though there was 0% chance of that happening and we told him that. And I jammed my finger into Fletcher's pinky during a game of Egyptian Ratscrew. It's a little swollen and it hurts to bend it really fast.
But, oh my god. I was about ready to punch Ms.Cushing in the face. She gave me a freakin' 50 on my notebook check (which brought my grade back down to a freakin' 77) because, apparantly, I didn't have all my notes, even though I have a notebook in the back where the supposedly missing notes are. And I also had to have "more depth to my notes". Bullshit! Just because I didn't write the freakin' book in my notebook and just did the examples (which perfectly explain what to do), apparantly my notes are crap. GAH! She could've at least given me a 60! I'm not asking for a fucking A+! Just a friggin passing grade! I hate her. I hate math. I hate my life.
Luckily, Dan and Andy cheered me up in Science. I was tracing along the veins in my wrist with a pen because I was depressed and bored and Dan's like, "No cutting, Emily! Cutting is for poopers. Don't be a pooper." So he took away my pen and then started going on a whole thing about what I can't because I could possibly cut myself with objects. If I did art, all I could do were finger paints and crayons. And I could only write essays in crayon. And I couldn't do music because I might slit my wrists with the baton thing. It was really funny.
So, in sum. Math sucks!
Lifeskills was really easy, we barely did any work. But in Study Hall, Macie was battling Sam Felch with a hair straightener. It was quite amusing to watch, because he was such a wimp about it. He would cover his face, just in case he got burnt, even though there was 0% chance of that happening and we told him that. And I jammed my finger into Fletcher's pinky during a game of Egyptian Ratscrew. It's a little swollen and it hurts to bend it really fast.
But, oh my god. I was about ready to punch Ms.Cushing in the face. She gave me a freakin' 50 on my notebook check (which brought my grade back down to a freakin' 77) because, apparantly, I didn't have all my notes, even though I have a notebook in the back where the supposedly missing notes are. And I also had to have "more depth to my notes". Bullshit! Just because I didn't write the freakin' book in my notebook and just did the examples (which perfectly explain what to do), apparantly my notes are crap. GAH! She could've at least given me a 60! I'm not asking for a fucking A+! Just a friggin passing grade! I hate her. I hate math. I hate my life.
Luckily, Dan and Andy cheered me up in Science. I was tracing along the veins in my wrist with a pen because I was depressed and bored and Dan's like, "No cutting, Emily! Cutting is for poopers. Don't be a pooper." So he took away my pen and then started going on a whole thing about what I can't because I could possibly cut myself with objects. If I did art, all I could do were finger paints and crayons. And I could only write essays in crayon. And I couldn't do music because I might slit my wrists with the baton thing. It was really funny.
So, in sum. Math sucks!