NHS NAZISM IS RUINING MY LIFE!!
I definitely couldn't remember how to spell Nazi.
And I definitely sat here for at least 40 seconds staring at my computer hoping it would tell me how to spell it.
That's pretty effin pathetic.
I am so pissed. Fucking NHS. Fucking kills me.
*sigh* but Infected Mushroom makes it all better.
And by "Infected Mushroom" I mean the Arabic techno guys, not drugs.
But seriously <-- pissed.
I had 4 hours down for going to the Tree Lighting.
But I didn't know that it had to be pre-approved.
So yeah... She signed it but she docked it down to 2 hours.
So now I have to get 4 hours. Not including the 5 I need for MDA Walk.
So today and tomorrow I'm doing Duncan tutoring.
And somehow on Friday I miraculously have to be in two places at once to work at the St. John Viannie Fish Fry AND do lights for Mr. Ike because they start at the same time.
Unless someone knows of something I can do over the weekend that'll get me two hours.
Oh wait, that's right--THERE ARE NO NHS SPONSORED ACTIVITIES THIS YEAR!!
Goddamn, seriously. And its not like they let you get them elsewhere seeing as how they're constantly trying to take them away.
What the fuck.
I guess I'm just having a bad day.
I completely forgot about how I did really bad on our last Physics test.
But then again our whole class did.
That reminds me I have a "Surprise Quiz" tomorrow that I have to study for.
Too bad I don't know how to do the worksheet he gave us on it.
Oh yeah that's right, we have a math homework quiz tomorrow too.
I'm so excited about that. So I have a ton of math hw to do too.
What day is it again? Wednesday. That's right.
Sometimes I get so consumed with living my own life from second to second that I forget what day it is.
Oh yeah I'd like to apologize to everyone who reads my worthless LJ sometimes.
Because I know its a lot of lists and hw and stuff.
But that's basically what LJ is for me now --- a To Do list.
Speaking of that I have to go and take a bunch of bottles back to Kroger that I've supposed to have done as of like.... 2 weeks ago? Maybe 3?
Whatever.
I am so not looking forward to this Progress Report.
The only good grades that I'll have are Band and Photography.
Because I did really bad on the only Physics test and the only Math test that we've had...
And depending on what Mr. Bays feels like this month who knows what my attendance and citizenship will be like.
Seriously? Why is it that teachers for some reason just feel the need to make life more difficult for seniors that for anyone else.
Like D and Bays. God. They're so bad sometimes it makes me what to fork my eyes out.
But then again the impending doom of.... lots of things... makes me want to fork my eyes out.
My Physics grade. My Math grade. Children of Eden. Student News (as always). My Photography assignments that I have no idea when they're due anymore because she's always absent and there's no developer and she hasn't given me my transparencies. NHS. Absolutely anything having to do with college at all.
About the only thing I'm looking forward to anymore is getting a job.
Which sounds pretty twisted. But its true. I dunno---at least its something different?
I've always been the one without a job. But I kinda really need one now.
Either that or I'm going to start volunteering at Wilcot Mill.
Well, maybe I'll continue this angry ranting later after I get back from Duncan and doing Bottle returns.
Oh wait that's right, I have tons of math hw to do. Nevermind.
Maybe I should go just a little bit late to Duncan so that I won't get a kid and get to come how and do Math. Woo!
Cause that sounds like a good idea.
I really should have eaten some soup. I'm kind of hungry. Oh well!
TTYL KIDDIES!!
[Update] @ 5:43
So now that I went to Duncan and returned $25.50 worth of bottles (which took me an hour btw) I feel a lot better.
Especially since when I was driving back into my sub two little girls waved at me and I waved back.
Remember when we were little and it was so cool to try count how many people would wave back at you if you waved at them.
Those were the days.
Speaking of the days... I went to Duncan which is always cool cause I get to see Mr. Potter.
He's so awesome. I miss him. He always did the coolest voices when he read books.
The little kid I was tutoring had such an attitude, but he was pretty sweet.
At first we didn't really talk I just let him do his work and then later when he was building something out of foam shapes and I made him look up the word 'fringe' because he didn't know what it meant. For his sentence he put "It has an even # of fringe." or something like that and I was like... what? I dunno. I mean it makes sense... kinda.
But anyways, he was awesome. And he said I have cooties. And he asked me what the sq. root of 2,500 was and I said 500 and he was mad because I knew.
Then he asked me what the sq. root of -25 was and I said 5i and felt like a loser because that was way over his head. But he argued for a good few minutes saying that -5x-5=-25.
Anyways, now that I wasted a good portion of my life recycling plastic bottles I'm going to eat some soup and start working on math cause I have a lot to do. Boo-urns.
P.S. My neck still hurts. I need to go to the chiropractor. And its not because I have fucking Mono which Lanzio keeps telling everyone to tell me that I have. Jerk. Even though I did meet that freakin sweet kid named Paul from Pitsburg who had Mono.
P.P.S. I have to call some techies and tell them about saturday.
(Urgh. Including Mike Bobick... I guess.)
And I definitely sat here for at least 40 seconds staring at my computer hoping it would tell me how to spell it.
That's pretty effin pathetic.
I am so pissed. Fucking NHS. Fucking kills me.
*sigh* but Infected Mushroom makes it all better.
And by "Infected Mushroom" I mean the Arabic techno guys, not drugs.
But seriously <-- pissed.
I had 4 hours down for going to the Tree Lighting.
But I didn't know that it had to be pre-approved.
So yeah... She signed it but she docked it down to 2 hours.
So now I have to get 4 hours. Not including the 5 I need for MDA Walk.
So today and tomorrow I'm doing Duncan tutoring.
And somehow on Friday I miraculously have to be in two places at once to work at the St. John Viannie Fish Fry AND do lights for Mr. Ike because they start at the same time.
Unless someone knows of something I can do over the weekend that'll get me two hours.
Oh wait, that's right--THERE ARE NO NHS SPONSORED ACTIVITIES THIS YEAR!!
Goddamn, seriously. And its not like they let you get them elsewhere seeing as how they're constantly trying to take them away.
What the fuck.
I guess I'm just having a bad day.
I completely forgot about how I did really bad on our last Physics test.
But then again our whole class did.
That reminds me I have a "Surprise Quiz" tomorrow that I have to study for.
Too bad I don't know how to do the worksheet he gave us on it.
Oh yeah that's right, we have a math homework quiz tomorrow too.
I'm so excited about that. So I have a ton of math hw to do too.
What day is it again? Wednesday. That's right.
Sometimes I get so consumed with living my own life from second to second that I forget what day it is.
Oh yeah I'd like to apologize to everyone who reads my worthless LJ sometimes.
Because I know its a lot of lists and hw and stuff.
But that's basically what LJ is for me now --- a To Do list.
Speaking of that I have to go and take a bunch of bottles back to Kroger that I've supposed to have done as of like.... 2 weeks ago? Maybe 3?
Whatever.
I am so not looking forward to this Progress Report.
The only good grades that I'll have are Band and Photography.
Because I did really bad on the only Physics test and the only Math test that we've had...
And depending on what Mr. Bays feels like this month who knows what my attendance and citizenship will be like.
Seriously? Why is it that teachers for some reason just feel the need to make life more difficult for seniors that for anyone else.
Like D and Bays. God. They're so bad sometimes it makes me what to fork my eyes out.
But then again the impending doom of.... lots of things... makes me want to fork my eyes out.
My Physics grade. My Math grade. Children of Eden. Student News (as always). My Photography assignments that I have no idea when they're due anymore because she's always absent and there's no developer and she hasn't given me my transparencies. NHS. Absolutely anything having to do with college at all.
About the only thing I'm looking forward to anymore is getting a job.
Which sounds pretty twisted. But its true. I dunno---at least its something different?
I've always been the one without a job. But I kinda really need one now.
Either that or I'm going to start volunteering at Wilcot Mill.
Well, maybe I'll continue this angry ranting later after I get back from Duncan and doing Bottle returns.
Oh wait that's right, I have tons of math hw to do. Nevermind.
Maybe I should go just a little bit late to Duncan so that I won't get a kid and get to come how and do Math. Woo!
Cause that sounds like a good idea.
I really should have eaten some soup. I'm kind of hungry. Oh well!
TTYL KIDDIES!!
[Update] @ 5:43
So now that I went to Duncan and returned $25.50 worth of bottles (which took me an hour btw) I feel a lot better.
Especially since when I was driving back into my sub two little girls waved at me and I waved back.
Remember when we were little and it was so cool to try count how many people would wave back at you if you waved at them.
Those were the days.
Speaking of the days... I went to Duncan which is always cool cause I get to see Mr. Potter.
He's so awesome. I miss him. He always did the coolest voices when he read books.
The little kid I was tutoring had such an attitude, but he was pretty sweet.
At first we didn't really talk I just let him do his work and then later when he was building something out of foam shapes and I made him look up the word 'fringe' because he didn't know what it meant. For his sentence he put "It has an even # of fringe." or something like that and I was like... what? I dunno. I mean it makes sense... kinda.
But anyways, he was awesome. And he said I have cooties. And he asked me what the sq. root of 2,500 was and I said 500 and he was mad because I knew.
Then he asked me what the sq. root of -25 was and I said 5i and felt like a loser because that was way over his head. But he argued for a good few minutes saying that -5x-5=-25.
Anyways, now that I wasted a good portion of my life recycling plastic bottles I'm going to eat some soup and start working on math cause I have a lot to do. Boo-urns.
P.S. My neck still hurts. I need to go to the chiropractor. And its not because I have fucking Mono which Lanzio keeps telling everyone to tell me that I have. Jerk. Even though I did meet that freakin sweet kid named Paul from Pitsburg who had Mono.
P.P.S. I have to call some techies and tell them about saturday.
(Urgh. Including Mike Bobick... I guess.)