Everyone I know tells me that they think this year is passing by too quickly. I feel like I'm the only one that feels like things are moving along fast enough. I have never constantly dreaded going to school this much in my entire highschool career. With APUSH winding down, and Psych, too, I have hardly any classes to look forward to attending. Because AP tests are right around the corner, I feel like APUSH and Psych are less appealing just because I'm forced to think about the impending AP tests.
Why is it that my teachers all tell me that they know what it's like to be in highschool yet they don't cut us any slack. AP classes, I totally understand because there's a deadline, but how about my math class for instance? We're ahead of all the other classes, so how about cutting us some slack? There's a huge disparity in the grades in my math class. I hate that class so fucking much. ARGHHHHH. I can't continuously do homework for that class simply because my thought processes constantly get interrupted by wishes and day dreams of my teacher suffering some kind of attack that may hospitalize him. I know I preached last year about people hating Reynolds, but I don't even care about what I said anymore. I've finally met a teacher that is so shitty that I can't possible learn under his class's conditions.
I got a D on the last math test. It was a high D at least... although that doesn't make me feel any better. Wtf is up with him not giving partial credit? The first problem on his test describes what you're supposed to do, and I did the first part correctly, but I got no fucking points. If I argue with him, he'll just hate me and not let me do test corrections. He's another version of Pang, except I got good grades in Pang's class so sucking up then wouldn't have helped my grade anyway.
Last semester, Kwong had an example of classical conditioning where a student came to fear red ink because her teacher would correct her tests in red ink. Well I hate green ink now because of this test. Although I did get a lot of stuff right, he had to pick out every little error in the process and mark me off. I just hate the markings, not the fact that he graded carefully. He actually wrote the same comments multiple times, so although I didn't make that many mistakes, it looks like I got every problem wrong. DIE. God I hate him.
My mom has been trying to be one of those involved moms lately. It's creeping me out and annoying the shit out of me. I've always dealt with applications and everything myself, so to have her ask me about the SAT process is just a fat waste of my time. I appreciate the effort and consideration, but it's not like she'll understand my poorly executed Chinese explanation anyway.
I'm pretty sure that I can pass the multiple choice part of the AP test if I finish studying, but the essay part is totally hopeless. I can't remember acts and years and court cases and fuck wtf am I going to do?!?!
Because the test is so close, my anxiety is steadily building. Anxiety = can't sleep at night, so I figure I should take advantage of my anxiety-induced insomnia and get some work done. It's funny how I'm about to fall asleep while I'm doing homework but wide awake when I'm in my bed.
Prom seemed like it was fun, but I don't regret not going. At least I finished an outline. Oh wow I'm done outlining for the year. FUCK YES. Too bad it's not that big of a celebration.
Looking at my math test is seriously making me want to cry. I haven't done THIS badly in his class ever. Okay I'm making a big deal out of it, but it's pretty hard to raise your grade after a D in his class, so I think I may actually have a C in his class. That hurt. omg. My first C in a report card. hahahaha. wow.
So I got my finishing wire at ortho and it totally misaligned one of my molars so I can't fully bite down on the right side of my jaw. What's up with that, man? My teeth always get misaligned before my ortho notices and fixes it. IT'S ANNOYING!
I don't think I'm going to bother reading the Illiad until AP's are over. Afterall, I can just read the sparknotes and get the same idea right? Epic and Myth is such a joke class.
Why is it that my teachers all tell me that they know what it's like to be in highschool yet they don't cut us any slack. AP classes, I totally understand because there's a deadline, but how about my math class for instance? We're ahead of all the other classes, so how about cutting us some slack? There's a huge disparity in the grades in my math class. I hate that class so fucking much. ARGHHHHH. I can't continuously do homework for that class simply because my thought processes constantly get interrupted by wishes and day dreams of my teacher suffering some kind of attack that may hospitalize him. I know I preached last year about people hating Reynolds, but I don't even care about what I said anymore. I've finally met a teacher that is so shitty that I can't possible learn under his class's conditions.
I got a D on the last math test. It was a high D at least... although that doesn't make me feel any better. Wtf is up with him not giving partial credit? The first problem on his test describes what you're supposed to do, and I did the first part correctly, but I got no fucking points. If I argue with him, he'll just hate me and not let me do test corrections. He's another version of Pang, except I got good grades in Pang's class so sucking up then wouldn't have helped my grade anyway.
Last semester, Kwong had an example of classical conditioning where a student came to fear red ink because her teacher would correct her tests in red ink. Well I hate green ink now because of this test. Although I did get a lot of stuff right, he had to pick out every little error in the process and mark me off. I just hate the markings, not the fact that he graded carefully. He actually wrote the same comments multiple times, so although I didn't make that many mistakes, it looks like I got every problem wrong. DIE. God I hate him.
My mom has been trying to be one of those involved moms lately. It's creeping me out and annoying the shit out of me. I've always dealt with applications and everything myself, so to have her ask me about the SAT process is just a fat waste of my time. I appreciate the effort and consideration, but it's not like she'll understand my poorly executed Chinese explanation anyway.
I'm pretty sure that I can pass the multiple choice part of the AP test if I finish studying, but the essay part is totally hopeless. I can't remember acts and years and court cases and fuck wtf am I going to do?!?!
Because the test is so close, my anxiety is steadily building. Anxiety = can't sleep at night, so I figure I should take advantage of my anxiety-induced insomnia and get some work done. It's funny how I'm about to fall asleep while I'm doing homework but wide awake when I'm in my bed.
Prom seemed like it was fun, but I don't regret not going. At least I finished an outline. Oh wow I'm done outlining for the year. FUCK YES. Too bad it's not that big of a celebration.
Looking at my math test is seriously making me want to cry. I haven't done THIS badly in his class ever. Okay I'm making a big deal out of it, but it's pretty hard to raise your grade after a D in his class, so I think I may actually have a C in his class. That hurt. omg. My first C in a report card. hahahaha. wow.
So I got my finishing wire at ortho and it totally misaligned one of my molars so I can't fully bite down on the right side of my jaw. What's up with that, man? My teeth always get misaligned before my ortho notices and fixes it. IT'S ANNOYING!
I don't think I'm going to bother reading the Illiad until AP's are over. Afterall, I can just read the sparknotes and get the same idea right? Epic and Myth is such a joke class.
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