Sick of School
Dear Journal,
I can't talk long because I'm in the middle of writing my play, but I needed a break. And what better to do than to come here and complain? lol
Seriously, life's going great, for the most part. But I usually come here to get out the bad things. :)
Okay. I am so tired of this week already. Thursday, I went to the doctor, and she put me on a regulated dose of ibuprofen, 800 mg three times a day for a week. I have to eat whenever I take it, but I'm not allowed to exercise! I've already gained about five pounds...now I'm up to 156 (I think I'm the only woman in my family who's actually comfortable talking about weight. lol. Silly people). Anyway, I have a concert Friday, and it's the big one we're getting judged on. I have a solo, and I'm also first chair of TWO horns, and we're the only ones who have the melody at the hardest part of Under an Irish Sky, which I have to perform well or I'll be disappointed in myself. So do I wear my normal tight concert clothes and look all bloaty, or run out and try to find new clothes I'll never be able to wear again once I lose this weight? *sighs* I know I could lose it in a day if I were allowed to...and I've been eating salad and fruit and almost nothing else! Miscellaneous leaves...but nothing works. Gods, everyone who comes to my plays and concerts have certain expectations of me! I don't want to let them down! I want to give them a show, damn it. And preferrably not have any blubber to show for it. Ugh.
Let's see...in other news, "Madame Scarlet, Queen of the Universe" needs to reconsider her career choice. We have this student teacher in a certain class who I thought was going to be awesome because she was a redhead, but she's so horrible at teaching! During quizzes, she actually talks to students while they're trying to work! And she gives points to people who turn their work in late and have no excuses. Today was really weird. First, she told everyone to work, then she started a conversation with none other than the Pastor's annoying son, David Pucik, which just made everyone else talk. Then she decided the conversation was over and got mad and told everyone to be quiet. Then she started asking someone about a choir concert! Then she said "ssh! People are trying to work!" Then Alea started talking to her and trying to be cute, because (as I keep forgetting) "random" means "cool" in today's juvenile society. Like the other day. I had been talking to Mrs. Fason about the people who get points when they shouldn't, and then returned to my group (whom I was voted leader of) to find my group talking about Jello while they were supposed to be defining an AP student. I try to keep everyone on task, but someone always ends up referring to llamas or Invader Zim or some other childish reference that I, for one, do not have the time or patience for. If I didn't have 48 school days left, I would drop out TODAY. You would think that as people advance in the school system, they would become more intelligent. Well, at Conway, that appears to be quite the opposite. People are actually becoming more ignorant. Even the majority of the teachers. Where has the discipline that was given to us in previous schools gone to? Political Correctness, probably. In my opinion, people like David Pucik should be sent to alternative school where they don't tolerate nonsense like that. My brother went many times. I know. He may come home with a new hole in himself, but hey. Maybe he would shut up.
Okay, last bit of news is that Friday, when I was all messed up and made that C on my Pre-Calculus test, I accidentally took Hydrocodone instead of my Allegra, because I was in a hurry. Incidentally, I don't remember Friday. :D But I'm sure I had a good time.
Hugs and kisses to everyone, especially my Jeremy! Mine mine mine!! yaay!
~Rowan
I can't talk long because I'm in the middle of writing my play, but I needed a break. And what better to do than to come here and complain? lol
Seriously, life's going great, for the most part. But I usually come here to get out the bad things. :)
Okay. I am so tired of this week already. Thursday, I went to the doctor, and she put me on a regulated dose of ibuprofen, 800 mg three times a day for a week. I have to eat whenever I take it, but I'm not allowed to exercise! I've already gained about five pounds...now I'm up to 156 (I think I'm the only woman in my family who's actually comfortable talking about weight. lol. Silly people). Anyway, I have a concert Friday, and it's the big one we're getting judged on. I have a solo, and I'm also first chair of TWO horns, and we're the only ones who have the melody at the hardest part of Under an Irish Sky, which I have to perform well or I'll be disappointed in myself. So do I wear my normal tight concert clothes and look all bloaty, or run out and try to find new clothes I'll never be able to wear again once I lose this weight? *sighs* I know I could lose it in a day if I were allowed to...and I've been eating salad and fruit and almost nothing else! Miscellaneous leaves...but nothing works. Gods, everyone who comes to my plays and concerts have certain expectations of me! I don't want to let them down! I want to give them a show, damn it. And preferrably not have any blubber to show for it. Ugh.
Let's see...in other news, "Madame Scarlet, Queen of the Universe" needs to reconsider her career choice. We have this student teacher in a certain class who I thought was going to be awesome because she was a redhead, but she's so horrible at teaching! During quizzes, she actually talks to students while they're trying to work! And she gives points to people who turn their work in late and have no excuses. Today was really weird. First, she told everyone to work, then she started a conversation with none other than the Pastor's annoying son, David Pucik, which just made everyone else talk. Then she decided the conversation was over and got mad and told everyone to be quiet. Then she started asking someone about a choir concert! Then she said "ssh! People are trying to work!" Then Alea started talking to her and trying to be cute, because (as I keep forgetting) "random" means "cool" in today's juvenile society. Like the other day. I had been talking to Mrs. Fason about the people who get points when they shouldn't, and then returned to my group (whom I was voted leader of) to find my group talking about Jello while they were supposed to be defining an AP student. I try to keep everyone on task, but someone always ends up referring to llamas or Invader Zim or some other childish reference that I, for one, do not have the time or patience for. If I didn't have 48 school days left, I would drop out TODAY. You would think that as people advance in the school system, they would become more intelligent. Well, at Conway, that appears to be quite the opposite. People are actually becoming more ignorant. Even the majority of the teachers. Where has the discipline that was given to us in previous schools gone to? Political Correctness, probably. In my opinion, people like David Pucik should be sent to alternative school where they don't tolerate nonsense like that. My brother went many times. I know. He may come home with a new hole in himself, but hey. Maybe he would shut up.
Okay, last bit of news is that Friday, when I was all messed up and made that C on my Pre-Calculus test, I accidentally took Hydrocodone instead of my Allegra, because I was in a hurry. Incidentally, I don't remember Friday. :D But I'm sure I had a good time.
Hugs and kisses to everyone, especially my Jeremy! Mine mine mine!! yaay!
~Rowan