Laura and the no good very bad day
I hate school, particularily math and math teachers. I am currently sitting with a 59% in calculus and it doesn't look like things are going to get any better. Apparently this mark means next to nothing unless (get ready for it)...you're applying to a university out of province and major national scholarships. Oh goody. That pretty much describes my life perfectly. So I have no option but to drop out of the course and take a voluntary withdrawl. And I will at the end of the semester. I'm going to drop out right before the exam. My teacher seems to think that I'm not trying, which is ridiculous. I actually have been trying and I studied so hard for the last test. I just don't understand it. He acts like math should be easy for everyone (damn phD in calculus) but it isn't for me. So I got to have a mini-breakdown, complete with tears and all, in my calculus class first period this morning.
In other news, not getting a grad hoodie. I'm poor and apparently at the shaft you have to be rich to benefit from all things grad. Thank god I'm almost out. High school is the biggest joke ever.
My favorite quote from today (standing in the lunch line):
-"he doesn't like me"
-"sure he does, he made out with you! that must mean he likes you or thinks your hot or something"
-"you're right!"
As I said, joke.
In other news, not getting a grad hoodie. I'm poor and apparently at the shaft you have to be rich to benefit from all things grad. Thank god I'm almost out. High school is the biggest joke ever.
My favorite quote from today (standing in the lunch line):
-"he doesn't like me"
-"sure he does, he made out with you! that must mean he likes you or thinks your hot or something"
-"you're right!"
As I said, joke.