The Diary of Queen Mothy |
Stuck @ School at 9:45 AM on the first day back from Christmas Vacation. How many days until Spring break? written @ 9:45 a.m. on January 2, 2002 Welp, here I am. It's third period and I've located a computer in this fortress known as Lakota East High School. The part New Years Eve was fun. No new gossip to report. Chris bought a whole bunch of noisy party favors, and everyone pretty much went berserk. I'll report more stuff later; I have many a complaint to register about certain members in the posse, namely Sean. It's been in the news recently that Buffalo, New York has received seven feet of snow. West Chester, Ohio has zip. I'm hoping the good spirits of the planet Earth will smile down on West Chester and share a few of those feet of sugar plum fairy snow. Until then. . . Toodles! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay, it's now about 7:38 in the evening, and I am on break from the ritual slavery known as homework. Today could have been better. First period journalism started out just fine. Mr. Hume was in a chipper mood today, even though he loves how we cringe when he discusses the semester exam coming up (sadist!). My class is in the process of putting together a package issue of "The Spark," our school newsmagazine that has won a mega-ton of journalism awards, and we just kind of discussed what our package topics would be. We seem to be leaning toward stereotypes and the high school social food chain, which could be interesting. What was kind of interesting was that Mr. Hume pulled me aside after class and informed me that he was considering me taking complete charge over the running of the package. This was, like, a great honor. I hope he does give me the position. But after first period, my day slowly began to sour. Second period, World History with Mrs. Smardon, is one of my favorite classes. She sent around the grade sheet, and I saw that I had a B+. My average went down. Okay, so no big deal to normal people, but me, I have this knack for history, and if I don't get it right the first time, I go into conniptions. On top of that, we're studying feudal Japan for two days. My personal thoughts on the country are that they sure had a lot of potential to rival early civlizations such as China, Egypt, and Greece-- but they screwed up with the introduction of feudalism! All of a sudden, a couple centuries later, they finally see the light and reverse their backwards thinking (although I think the U.S. had quite the mean nerve to "demand" that Japan open trade), and while everything seemed hunkie dory for a couple decades, they had an industrial revolution and *gasp* oh no! No coal! Let's invade places! In-coming Pearl Harbor, rivalry with Russia and China, the whole nine yards. I'm sorry; the whole concept just irks me. Better read up on it. And Japan did, after all, make up for it decades later with the big technology boom. Then came third and fourth period. I'm in the same room with the same type of moronic people! I apologize if I am ignorant and have never been exposed to the "preppy" lifestyle, but I do not appreciate hearing about New Years drinking parties where everyone passes out within twenty minutes. And not only that, but the people involved are just, well, stupid! Bigotry, stereotyping-- other cardinal sins of being a teenager! AHHHHHHH! Lord, I cannot wait until second semester. Then fifth period AP Art.... Can we say "work?" I have two major competitions coming up-- one of them this Saturday-- and I have a ton of work to finish and mat! Major stress, considering it takes me, like, 45 minutes to mat one piece. Art, particularly this class, is driving me up the wall. I wake up some days questioning whether or not I'm going to handle being a preofessional artist, when I remember my entire life's work would be wasted if I just suddenly give it up. I think I would be internally devastated, and I don't know what else I would do without art. But.... I am bitching now. I must shut up. Except I CAN'T shut up, because the same stupidity in third and fourth period continues in sixth period geology (Although I was lucky that my lab partner who thinks with his genitalia was not here today)! On top of that, those rock movies really drag down my day. *snoozZZZzzzzZZzzzze* And AP French? "Ahhhhhhhhhh," Sam Reno sighs in mock delight. First of all, I was aware during the course of Christmas break that I had to study something in that clas, but what exactly had to be covered I had forgotten in my rush to get the hell out of school on the last day before break. So I asked posse member Katharine if there was anything to study and she said no, just the verbs in the back of the textbook. Okay, I thought. We can do verbs. It's grammar that I despise more than the stupidity in third, fourth, and sixth period. So I came to class today vaguely remembering verbs, when I was informed that *gasp* oh joy! There is a Chapter Eight grammar test today! Once again, I went into conniptions. My teacher was wondering out loud what sort of pyschotic episode I was going through, and she told me, "Pas de panique, Marie-Folle! Du calme." Ha ha! IMPOSSIBLE! Why? BECAUSE I HAVE NOT PASSED A SINGLE GRAMMAR TEST IN THAT CLASS ALL YEAR AND MY CURRENT GRADE IN A C-. Needless to say, I am hanging on by a thread in this class! You know what my last report card looked like? A+ A A A A A C Bizarre! Truly bizarre! I hate that class with a burning passion. I hate it more than the Egyptians hated the Hyksos. So the verdict? I flunked the test. This isn't official, but inner truth hangs like an igneous pluton from Mr. Duff's geology class in my heart. (Currently, I am wondering where that simile came from...) But not to worry, however! I am dropping the class next semester because my heart and my sanity cannot take the loss in my heart anymore! This will be the first time I have ever dropped a class, and a part of me feels like a quitter after having put up with 4.5 years with French, but then I think about how much time and devotion I could then put toward my artwork-- and how much lower my blood pressure can be-- if I just gave it up. I'd be happier that way, even if it's not in my personality to take the easy road out like the moronic people in my third, fourth, and sixth period classes. Well, looking at the clock now, I see I have spent 30 minutes typing this out and trying to collect the peices of my brain on the keyboard, and I have a ton of work to mat for two competitions. One word, "Yikes." May I one day stop worrying about such petty things.
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