Mondays tend to be rather disappointing
Um. I went to bed about 12:30 this morning, because it took me that long to do physics homework. Kris and I are totally having a physics party next Saturday (when I'm also taking the SAT), working off of mine and Kari's practice of called something a party to make it seem more fun, so that if we're up late it at least won't be when we have to be at TOK at 7:25 the next morning. Then I got up early this morning to finish my other homework, but totally forgot about making yearbook layouts... not that I would have at that point, anyway.
There's something just really disappointing about actually having to get up Monday morning, after having gotten to sleep the last two. It's even more disappointing when I have to get up to do homework or when I have to go to TOK, instead of Art History. At least I know that what's expected of my in Art History really isn't that hard to achieve.
So that was a lovely start to my day.
Today I not only told Solarez that I was doing my 4,000 word essay on Oscar Wilde, but I told Thompson and asked her to be my supervisor. You see, Solarez was trying to convince me to ask Mrs. Wong, our vice principal , or someone to be my supervisor, instead, because Mrs. Thompson wold probably have too many requests. I don't want my supervisor to be someone I don't know and probably works with delinquents all day, though. I want my English Lit teacher from last year, who I at least know has read The Picture of Dorian Gray (though anyone that's an English Lit teacher should have, anyway). So I decided to go at my first break, so that I could ask her before ten other people did. Kari went with me, so she's both of our supervisors, now, and she didn't say anything about how our topics are incredibly similar... so I hope she doesn't get tired of reading about aesthetic beauty. Then again, she is the philosophy teacher, too.
At the end of Spanish, Reed told us that she wanted us to turn in what we're going to say for our IB oral tomorrow so she could have questions ready to ask us. That means I'm researching Gaudí tonight.
Then I probably failed my physics test today. Ok, so it wasn't that bad, but then I probably got half the ones I think I got right wrong, because that's how it always was on my homework.
I drove my brother home (*gasp*) and went to Starbucks for a much-needed caffeine boost between yearbook and the US History review session. When I got home I thought about sleeping, but still had the caffeine in my system, so wouldn't have been able too, even though I was dead tired.
Monday means there's no Daily Show waiting on TiVo when I get home. It does, however, mean a Friendly Hostility update.
I feel like I should lj-cut something, but I don't feel like it. I don't care if I just contradicted myself there, either.
I'm starting to really think I'm dysgraphic.
Edit: I almost forgot: Philipp Kunze sucks for parking right at the beginning of where it's legal to park on Reino, so it was hard for me to park. Then, I didn't have time to fix my crappy parking job properly because I was already late for TOK. It was just my luck when the only car still parked along that road when I was leaving was the one right in front of me, too.
There's something just really disappointing about actually having to get up Monday morning, after having gotten to sleep the last two. It's even more disappointing when I have to get up to do homework or when I have to go to TOK, instead of Art History. At least I know that what's expected of my in Art History really isn't that hard to achieve.
So that was a lovely start to my day.
Today I not only told Solarez that I was doing my 4,000 word essay on Oscar Wilde, but I told Thompson and asked her to be my supervisor. You see, Solarez was trying to convince me to ask Mrs. Wong, our vice principal , or someone to be my supervisor, instead, because Mrs. Thompson wold probably have too many requests. I don't want my supervisor to be someone I don't know and probably works with delinquents all day, though. I want my English Lit teacher from last year, who I at least know has read The Picture of Dorian Gray (though anyone that's an English Lit teacher should have, anyway). So I decided to go at my first break, so that I could ask her before ten other people did. Kari went with me, so she's both of our supervisors, now, and she didn't say anything about how our topics are incredibly similar... so I hope she doesn't get tired of reading about aesthetic beauty. Then again, she is the philosophy teacher, too.
At the end of Spanish, Reed told us that she wanted us to turn in what we're going to say for our IB oral tomorrow so she could have questions ready to ask us. That means I'm researching Gaudí tonight.
Then I probably failed my physics test today. Ok, so it wasn't that bad, but then I probably got half the ones I think I got right wrong, because that's how it always was on my homework.
I drove my brother home (*gasp*) and went to Starbucks for a much-needed caffeine boost between yearbook and the US History review session. When I got home I thought about sleeping, but still had the caffeine in my system, so wouldn't have been able too, even though I was dead tired.
Monday means there's no Daily Show waiting on TiVo when I get home. It does, however, mean a Friendly Hostility update.
I feel like I should lj-cut something, but I don't feel like it. I don't care if I just contradicted myself there, either.
I'm starting to really think I'm dysgraphic.
Edit: I almost forgot: Philipp Kunze sucks for parking right at the beginning of where it's legal to park on Reino, so it was hard for me to park. Then, I didn't have time to fix my crappy parking job properly because I was already late for TOK. It was just my luck when the only car still parked along that road when I was leaving was the one right in front of me, too.