The Monday- From Hell
Today sucked, a lot. I really hate Mondays and today was the prime example why.
I was up to 3 Sunday night because I was studying for the Bio test but mainly because I was procrastinating like hell. So when I woke up, I was tired as hell. I slept in later and missed the first block of PE and felt a little better. By the time Spanish came, that all changed. Brightbell was giving all the numbers quizzes back and when I got mine, I saw a 11.5/20 on top. I fucking failed! The only good thing about that class is when Mr. Brightbell asked us to say Businessman or Businesswoman in Spanish I declared to the class, "Businesswoman? Businesswoman?! That doesn't exist! Why don't you just talk about Unicorns and Elves?" After class, I was so pissed off and I debated whether or not to just go home sick. Well, I made the terrible decision to just stick with it.
After Spanish, I had a free then lunch. Basically, I was studying even more for Bio (since, I understand, NOTHING). Well, I kept studying into lunch when I asked the people around me, "When does block 2 start?" I get the reply, "Block 2? This is Block 2?" I thought they were kidding with me until I looked at my cell phone and saw that I was ten minutes late. Fuck, I was 10 minutes late to my math class where my McClosky will rip my head off. I tried to silently sneak in but of course Ben yells, "Steeeeve." and brings attention to the fact I was so late. Thanks, Jerk.
The Bio test went better than expected and Lynch is letting us take the test home. Sweet, but I still got to work on it.
* After school, I was sulking in my failed quiz and thinking how terrible of a day this was when I hear Riiiiiiip Plop Plop Plop-Plop-Plop, my fucking bag ripped open. I just stare at all the books angrily when I head, plop-plop-plop-plop . All the pens and pencils fell out of the front pocket. I thought to myself that this couldn't possibly get any worse when which seemed to be the entire lower school walked out of that side door and then every kid preceded to laugh at me.
Well, I have to write about my crazy weekend and I also need to do some work. Will do the new entry soon.
I was up to 3 Sunday night because I was studying for the Bio test but mainly because I was procrastinating like hell. So when I woke up, I was tired as hell. I slept in later and missed the first block of PE and felt a little better. By the time Spanish came, that all changed. Brightbell was giving all the numbers quizzes back and when I got mine, I saw a 11.5/20 on top. I fucking failed! The only good thing about that class is when Mr. Brightbell asked us to say Businessman or Businesswoman in Spanish I declared to the class, "Businesswoman? Businesswoman?! That doesn't exist! Why don't you just talk about Unicorns and Elves?" After class, I was so pissed off and I debated whether or not to just go home sick. Well, I made the terrible decision to just stick with it.
After Spanish, I had a free then lunch. Basically, I was studying even more for Bio (since, I understand, NOTHING). Well, I kept studying into lunch when I asked the people around me, "When does block 2 start?" I get the reply, "Block 2? This is Block 2?" I thought they were kidding with me until I looked at my cell phone and saw that I was ten minutes late. Fuck, I was 10 minutes late to my math class where my McClosky will rip my head off. I tried to silently sneak in but of course Ben yells, "Steeeeve." and brings attention to the fact I was so late. Thanks, Jerk.
The Bio test went better than expected and Lynch is letting us take the test home. Sweet, but I still got to work on it.
* After school, I was sulking in my failed quiz and thinking how terrible of a day this was when I hear Riiiiiiip Plop Plop Plop-Plop-Plop, my fucking bag ripped open. I just stare at all the books angrily when I head, plop-plop-plop-plop . All the pens and pencils fell out of the front pocket. I thought to myself that this couldn't possibly get any worse when which seemed to be the entire lower school walked out of that side door and then every kid preceded to laugh at me.
Well, I have to write about my crazy weekend and I also need to do some work. Will do the new entry soon.