School sucks
Ahhhhh, I guess you have to lose your virinity at some point. It still sucks tho.
The virginity I'm referring to, of course, is the "Failed Test Virginity," which I have just lost for the year. I was being all innocent this year, and today I go and get a 44 on a math quiz. Ouch. It didn't help that two periods later, I ended up getting a 0 on a notebook check for Creative Writing (which I HAD a 100 in...but alas, I am perfect no longer) because apparently on Friday, when I missed school for a meet, we had a notebook check. Being the clever girl that I am (pfft), I decided that, since we read each others stories in class yesterday, we would be doing it again, and I abstained from bringing my notebook to class FOR THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME all YEAR. And we had a notebook check. And it was Vancelette, who of course made a HUGE production about being all 'disappointed' or whatever, and wouldn't let me go to my locker. Whatever, C-Vance. I still think he's cool. I just hope this doesn't make him not like me if I have him next year, on the off-chance he doesn't retire. I kind of think he'll forget about it, but he seems like the kind of person to hold a grudge.
So, I am radical challenged. Not radicals as in, "Hey guys, let's stand in front of these oncoming tanks that show no signs of slowing down before they crush our insignificant bodies. Yeah, that will stop that mad dictator hell-bent on taking over our country!"
No. Those are not the radicals I am talking about. Those radicals should be taken out back and shot. Which they are. In South Korea, anyways.
The radicals I am challenged with are MATH radicals. Ahhhhh. Apparently, when I decided in 6th grade that I DIDN'T LIKE THIS SECTION, AND THEREFORE WOULD CHEAT ON THE TEST AND GET MYSELF OUT OF EVER HAVING TO LEARN IT, it was not the most brilliant decision of my middle school career. I seriously DO NOT understand radicals. Some of it I get. But fractions? Multiplying radicals? Pfft. I may as well just stand in front of the oncoming tanks now. I'll prolly be better off for it.
The virginity I'm referring to, of course, is the "Failed Test Virginity," which I have just lost for the year. I was being all innocent this year, and today I go and get a 44 on a math quiz. Ouch. It didn't help that two periods later, I ended up getting a 0 on a notebook check for Creative Writing (which I HAD a 100 in...but alas, I am perfect no longer) because apparently on Friday, when I missed school for a meet, we had a notebook check. Being the clever girl that I am (pfft), I decided that, since we read each others stories in class yesterday, we would be doing it again, and I abstained from bringing my notebook to class FOR THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME all YEAR. And we had a notebook check. And it was Vancelette, who of course made a HUGE production about being all 'disappointed' or whatever, and wouldn't let me go to my locker. Whatever, C-Vance. I still think he's cool. I just hope this doesn't make him not like me if I have him next year, on the off-chance he doesn't retire. I kind of think he'll forget about it, but he seems like the kind of person to hold a grudge.
So, I am radical challenged. Not radicals as in, "Hey guys, let's stand in front of these oncoming tanks that show no signs of slowing down before they crush our insignificant bodies. Yeah, that will stop that mad dictator hell-bent on taking over our country!"
No. Those are not the radicals I am talking about. Those radicals should be taken out back and shot. Which they are. In South Korea, anyways.
The radicals I am challenged with are MATH radicals. Ahhhhh. Apparently, when I decided in 6th grade that I DIDN'T LIKE THIS SECTION, AND THEREFORE WOULD CHEAT ON THE TEST AND GET MYSELF OUT OF EVER HAVING TO LEARN IT, it was not the most brilliant decision of my middle school career. I seriously DO NOT understand radicals. Some of it I get. But fractions? Multiplying radicals? Pfft. I may as well just stand in front of the oncoming tanks now. I'll prolly be better off for it.