Thought Processes of a Stressed Out VCE Student
Yeah. Things are getting stressful in the Land of Oz, and I have to say, I've never felt so utterly terrified in my life. Seriously, I was freaking out almost as much as if I was about to get a needle this morning, over that bloody Methods test. Ugh. XP
But yeah. I was getting all kinds of freaked out - what if a polynomial function came up on the test? What if there was a reciprocal quadratic I couldn't solve? Would there be a hyperbola, and would I be able to find the asymptotes?
But it wasn't too bad. Now, if I can do well on my PE 1/2 test tomorrow...
Chemistry's finally falling into place though. The Mole concept was soooo over my head, but I'm finally beginning to get it now.
*sighs* Lit is sucking. I hate the texts we're doing, but I also know that I would despise doing English. So I dunno what to do...
I'm in a bit of a Good Charlotte mood lately - it's surprising, because I swear it's been months since I've listened to GMR. I was really into them ages ago...
I hate the stereotypes about my school. I was thinking about them this morning on the bus, because my iPod was woefully out of battery, so no Skillet to drown out the bus engine and the vapid chatter of the people around me. I edited the whole of my new charge's Chapter 1 - I have a sneaking suspicion English isn't her first language, because she keeps switching between past and present tense, and her sentence structure is really bad... and then there are the sentences that make me go "What the fuck?"
Anyway... back to stereotypes...
My school has a few really bad ones that I resent - like that the lot of us are lesbians. I mean, I don't have any problems with lesbians... but lots of guys like to crack jokes about it, and I don't like it.
I also don't like the one that says "All private schoolgirls are snobby rich bitches." Ugh. I know I go to a good school that happens to have high fees, but it doesn't automatically make me think others are below me.
Then there's the personal one; the one that my mother put on me. "I'm not a girly-girl, so I must be a prodigy!"
Fuck... I hate it. She expects me to be some brilliant amazing person, but I'm just not a girly girl. What's so hard to understand? But no, because I'm not interested in shoes and clothes and makeup and whatever the fuck girly girls are interested in, I must be something special!! OMG!!!
Shut the fuck up. Seriously. The pressure from my mother for good grades is the reason I freak out about them anyway. She expects that I'll never fail. She expects me not to screw up. She expects me to never do anything wrong, and expects me to be some perfect, loving eldest child.
And the pressure to be someone I'm not kills me inside.
So that I don't end this on a totally depressing note... fuck, I can't think of anything. Guess I'm going to have to be the little emo girl in the corner again. :P
But yeah. I was getting all kinds of freaked out - what if a polynomial function came up on the test? What if there was a reciprocal quadratic I couldn't solve? Would there be a hyperbola, and would I be able to find the asymptotes?
But it wasn't too bad. Now, if I can do well on my PE 1/2 test tomorrow...
Chemistry's finally falling into place though. The Mole concept was soooo over my head, but I'm finally beginning to get it now.
*sighs* Lit is sucking. I hate the texts we're doing, but I also know that I would despise doing English. So I dunno what to do...
I'm in a bit of a Good Charlotte mood lately - it's surprising, because I swear it's been months since I've listened to GMR. I was really into them ages ago...
I hate the stereotypes about my school. I was thinking about them this morning on the bus, because my iPod was woefully out of battery, so no Skillet to drown out the bus engine and the vapid chatter of the people around me. I edited the whole of my new charge's Chapter 1 - I have a sneaking suspicion English isn't her first language, because she keeps switching between past and present tense, and her sentence structure is really bad... and then there are the sentences that make me go "What the fuck?"
Anyway... back to stereotypes...
My school has a few really bad ones that I resent - like that the lot of us are lesbians. I mean, I don't have any problems with lesbians... but lots of guys like to crack jokes about it, and I don't like it.
I also don't like the one that says "All private schoolgirls are snobby rich bitches." Ugh. I know I go to a good school that happens to have high fees, but it doesn't automatically make me think others are below me.
Then there's the personal one; the one that my mother put on me. "I'm not a girly-girl, so I must be a prodigy!"
Fuck... I hate it. She expects me to be some brilliant amazing person, but I'm just not a girly girl. What's so hard to understand? But no, because I'm not interested in shoes and clothes and makeup and whatever the fuck girly girls are interested in, I must be something special!! OMG!!!
Shut the fuck up. Seriously. The pressure from my mother for good grades is the reason I freak out about them anyway. She expects that I'll never fail. She expects me not to screw up. She expects me to never do anything wrong, and expects me to be some perfect, loving eldest child.
And the pressure to be someone I'm not kills me inside.
So that I don't end this on a totally depressing note... fuck, I can't think of anything. Guess I'm going to have to be the little emo girl in the corner again. :P