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...obviously didn't know what the hell they were talking about. Life isn't the b***h; it's the people that fill that part. So after my grand total of 2 WHOLE FRICKING MINUTES of talking to Chelsea this morning, I was a little upset, but really happy that X-tina's back. Then I got a 14/16 on a stupid math quiz. I am so stupid when I'm not totally blank. then religion for maybe 10 minutes. Whee, leave that class, almost hit a poor freshman with the door. I swear I didn't mean to do it! So anyway, helped set up the equipment, practiced "A Closer Walk with Thee." Try having Charlotte singing that part in your ear. It was loud AND I forgot my part. Fortunately, she was in the back for the Mass ((whew!)). That was nice, love the rocks they gave us. I suppose they want us to go out and start building some cairns or something. PE was cool, English was the best it's been so far, which is really saying something. History was okay, Spanish was good.
However, the part where I almost fell flat on my face in the middle of the hall on the way to my locker was SO NOT COOL! Gee-zam, what a way to end a day that felt pretty shitty all around, even though it wasn't really all that bad. I'm just wondering how long it takes before I get my sorry a** in trouble. Or how long before I just start yelling at some random person. Or how long before I seriously break into tears and can't stop. I did cry after my english disaster, but I didn't want Leine to see me crying, so I stopped. The only reason I didn't start crying when I was in front of the class was because I would've hated myself even more for being such a crybaby. Who gets upset because they're presenting a grammer rule off a card AND they can read straight from the card?!
I want out of that class NOW.
"that's pronounced 'wing-ed hors-ies'"
~nepie
 nepie · Wed Aug 30, 2006 @ 01:27am · 4 Comments |
