hmmmm...
blah, taking quizzes because my civ teacher got mad at me for not being able to take the test today. He got all angry and everyone in the room was trying to tell him that I haven't been there for like 4 days. He's easily annoyed. And so am I right now. NOT a good combo. Later peeps, <3.
You Belong in 1969
1969
If you scored...
1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!
1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.
1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!
1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.
1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!
What Year Do You Belong In?
edit: OK, MAJOR RANT. I had to stay after class to figure out when to take this stupid test that I missed, and my teacher kept telling me how annoyed he was that I hadn't been there and couldn't take it and how it was a major problem that he wouldn't be able to return all the other students' tests as early as he would have liked. Fine, whatever. But he just wouldn't let up, and decided to tell me about a student he had one year who missed every single test and quiz, and always did much better making them up, rather than taking them with the rest of the class. So I miss one of his fucking tests and he decides to throw that at me. At that point, the floodgates just let loose. I don't even know why but I was hicupping and had tears just running down my face. It wasn't even that I was that upset, I just couldn't help it. He sees that and is all, "I am not saying this to make you upset, its just that I'm really aggravated by the situation." None of this is doing anything to stop my sobbing. Of course, at this point, the director of the school walks in and asks me how I am and what's going on, and my teacher fills him in on what a problem student I am, missing tests and all. The director steps in on my behalf and defends me against my civ teacher! He was so nice about it, and said I needed to rest up this weekend and taking the test tuesday would be no problem. I got my stuff, left the classroom, and spent the next 20 minutes in the bathroom trying to compose myself (not as easy as it seems), which I'm still actively working at. God, I just feel so fragile and like broken down, and there is really no good reason for it. weird. life is good and yet i'm in a funk. will talk to y'all later. <3
You Belong in 1969
1969
If you scored...
1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!
1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.
1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!
1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.
1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!
What Year Do You Belong In?
edit: OK, MAJOR RANT. I had to stay after class to figure out when to take this stupid test that I missed, and my teacher kept telling me how annoyed he was that I hadn't been there and couldn't take it and how it was a major problem that he wouldn't be able to return all the other students' tests as early as he would have liked. Fine, whatever. But he just wouldn't let up, and decided to tell me about a student he had one year who missed every single test and quiz, and always did much better making them up, rather than taking them with the rest of the class. So I miss one of his fucking tests and he decides to throw that at me. At that point, the floodgates just let loose. I don't even know why but I was hicupping and had tears just running down my face. It wasn't even that I was that upset, I just couldn't help it. He sees that and is all, "I am not saying this to make you upset, its just that I'm really aggravated by the situation." None of this is doing anything to stop my sobbing. Of course, at this point, the director of the school walks in and asks me how I am and what's going on, and my teacher fills him in on what a problem student I am, missing tests and all. The director steps in on my behalf and defends me against my civ teacher! He was so nice about it, and said I needed to rest up this weekend and taking the test tuesday would be no problem. I got my stuff, left the classroom, and spent the next 20 minutes in the bathroom trying to compose myself (not as easy as it seems), which I'm still actively working at. God, I just feel so fragile and like broken down, and there is really no good reason for it. weird. life is good and yet i'm in a funk. will talk to y'all later. <3