California.. not California.. how could you?
I had such a bitch of a time getting up this morning. Second day back and I've already had it up to here with school; I got my final back in pre-cal and discovered that I lost seven points because I didn't staple the work to one problem to my paper. I had the right answer mind you, but this time el diablo decided to abandon her usual tendency of doing a halfass job at grading papers. So I could have received a 100 but I got a 93. Ordinarily I wouldn't care but I've recently started worrying that I'm not going to get into a choice college because of my lack of extracurricular activities. I'm not one of the top 10 people in my class and I didn't score in the top 1% on the PSAT, and therefore I must prove myself in some other way. Too bad the only thing I do outside of school is play piano. I guess this means I'll have to start writing for the school newspaper or something. Movie reviews? Perhaps. I'll post my first potential article for all your heartless critics to gangrape. Good stuff.
Bell rings in two.
My mother is a fish.
Bell rings in two.
My mother is a fish.