Update? Maybe. . .
One. Fucking. Week.
LEFT.
OMFG. This has been a painful quarter. Not cause it's been hard -- it hasn't -- but it's been stressful. I am ALWAYS late for Japanese, and have missed like 5 classes, which comes out to about 5% of my total grade. I'm horrible at remembering to turn in labs for Geology, even though Rob sees me doing them, and I talk to him about them. I really shouldn't be worrying about Geology though, I got 107% on the first mid-term, and 95% on the second, and the final should be a piece of cake.
I think it was really crew that fucked me over.
Awesome coaches, bad me. At least that's what I thought until I tried my fucking hardest, every fucking practice for two+ months and saw nothing. It was almost worse than Devon, and she was is Satan incarnate.
But whatever, that portion of my life is probably over, unless I find a coach that I can work with, and a coach that doesn't seem to lie at every given opportunity. Coaches need to realize, it might not be great, but tell the FUCKING TRUTH. It's not that hard.
And choir, that was a disapointment. I don't really know why I stopped going, I love the class, I love the teachers, and I love my mates in that class. I told a friend that is was stress, maybe that's true. I don't honestly know.
Maybe it was the chance to see him.
LEFT.
OMFG. This has been a painful quarter. Not cause it's been hard -- it hasn't -- but it's been stressful. I am ALWAYS late for Japanese, and have missed like 5 classes, which comes out to about 5% of my total grade. I'm horrible at remembering to turn in labs for Geology, even though Rob sees me doing them, and I talk to him about them. I really shouldn't be worrying about Geology though, I got 107% on the first mid-term, and 95% on the second, and the final should be a piece of cake.
I think it was really crew that fucked me over.
Awesome coaches, bad me. At least that's what I thought until I tried my fucking hardest, every fucking practice for two+ months and saw nothing. It was almost worse than Devon, and she was is Satan incarnate.
But whatever, that portion of my life is probably over, unless I find a coach that I can work with, and a coach that doesn't seem to lie at every given opportunity. Coaches need to realize, it might not be great, but tell the FUCKING TRUTH. It's not that hard.
And choir, that was a disapointment. I don't really know why I stopped going, I love the class, I love the teachers, and I love my mates in that class. I told a friend that is was stress, maybe that's true. I don't honestly know.
Maybe it was the chance to see him.