Baha. Chya.

[raspberryblu]

You aren't particularly interested in taking orders today; you want to be treated as an equal and anyone's slightest display of dominance may be met with a strong response. It's healthy to stand up for yourself, but don't push back so hard that needless conflict erupts. Temper your responses for the sake of peace.

I woke up in terrrrrible pain. I'm very stiff and inflexible. I wobble at a snail's pace. Damned old people's diseases. The rain can be nice for a little while, but this is when I hate its guts. (I'm sure rain has guts. Just don't ask me to draw you a picture.) I'm gonna move somewhere dry, where the air pressure stays constant and there is a good internet connection...

Oh. EW. My EHS report card came. 94 in night school health. How? Even when it shows that I got a 110 on the midterm (which is good because I spent a loooong time on that children's book, and didn't know you could go past 100). Even when I've gotten nothing less than 100 on a test? I know how. The woman is flippin evil. Half of your grade is participation. I don't know what she deems sufficient participation, but I'll tell you what must not count:

• explaining things in her notes that she doesn't understand
• correcting her silly mistakes
• the fact that I actually do the projects, and hand them in weeks early
• doing the homework that nobody else does
• not whining that it's not time for dinner yet
• not whining that we should to go home early
• not complaining that I'd rather be outside playing softball
• not staring out the window
• staying in class the whole time
• not trying to irritate or sidetrack her by starting petty arguments about completely unrelated topics, such as whether a place is a town or not

So goooooodbye to my nice 100 average.
I hate life.