AND SOME J-ROCK! RAWRAWRAWRAWRAWRAWRAWRAWRAWR!
And maybe some Chillout music...
AHHHAHAHAHA!!! How many of you poor saps fell for that? I just totally had you!
But seriously, it's been a very rough week and I need some time to recoup and to get my life back in order. Perhaps, I will go so far as to chronicle the recent events in my life for posterity, assuming that some day intellectual property will be saleable and that my early words will be worth thousand of dollars. (Or Euros, as recent economic trends may suggest) However, right now you suckers are getting a free ride and, what's that? This roller coaster has started moving!
First things first, I am staring to give a lot of credence to the idea that my teachers may have a personal grudge against me. Being absent for two weeks may have made them angry, but not being able to devote all of my time to any ONE of them made them furious. The very first thing that I did when I came back to school was to go into Ms. Krejcarek's room and turn in my homework while setting up testing periods for her. I KNEW that she would want everything done ASAP. So, When Ms. Good asked for all of my time, I told her that I had given it to her lover and she would have to wait for a little bit. The next day was spent trying to get as many people ready for me to come in in every odd period I could spare to do so. After school, Ms. Good informs me that she had a discussion with Ms. Krejcarek and all of the time I might have spent with her I would now be spending with Ms. Good. I thought, "Alright, that gets me off the hook for a while." Wrong. Wrong Wrong Wrong. Not only did Ms. Krejcarek expect me to keep to the same schedule for finishing things as before, she grew angrier and angrier at me for not coming in early. Of course she could have no idea that I was frantically doing Bio work during my early periods, definitely not since SHE GAVE UP THAT TIME. She grew belligerent and threatening, and even though I got an A on my Stoich test, she didn't give me a chocolate bar. That hurt the most. T_T
Now I've got other teachers breathing down my neck and the only thing that I have to show for all of this extra work is a string of very bad grades from sleep deprivation and frantic rushing. (I was lucky to get 4.5 hours of sleep a night every day of the week.) I actually kind of like Mrs. Blueul. She is pretty nice once you get over her lack of personal skills. But she has just been ripping on me EVERY math class for whatever she wants to. On Tuesday I struggled hard to do all of my homework, (At lunch!) and when she calls me up to the board, it was for the only problem we haven't done yet, the hardest one. I tell her that that was one that I missed and she was like, "Too bad, Henegar-Child!" So, I copy it into my notebook and go up to the board. Through sheer genius and MASSIVE CAJONES, I manage to solve the problem, but instead of attributing it to actual knowledge, she tells me that I need to do my homework, crosses some stuff out, (That was right, by the way.) and plays off the fact that I DID solve it as luck. I mean, like, GOD DAMN. What does she want from me? Then, as I was dozing, (4.5 hours of sleep, yo!) Sam mumbles something about homework being illegal. Like a motherfucking LASER, she homes in on me and starts bitching me out. I was woken and grumbled assent to whatever she was saying. This happens in every single class!
On Wednesday we had Wellness Day, which I certainly should have skipped. It's like they got the most inane, unrelated and unqualified people to be there to teach us either complete bullshit, or stuff that WE ALREADY KNOW. As a concluding speaker we had a woman who was both incredibly uninformed and very proud of it. She told us ridiculous things about health foods and used numerous straw-man arguments to point out things that weren't even true. I was so angry I wrote a paper on it. At least I got to dance. >_>
As a rule, I like to take a little time out every day to do something that I enjoy. Itmay not be spending an hour in a game, but it can be as simple as getting up in the morning and reading some webcomics. No matter how much homework I had I wouldn't let this get in the way of it. Now, sometimes it's hard to set aside the time I need to do this without making my other efforts, like homework, rushed. Too bad homework. Pleasure > You.
This brings me to my main point: Spring Break is going to kick so much ass I may go blind from the sheer amount of ass-kickery. And that's saying something. I assume that, as soon as the bell rings this coming Friday, I will simultaneously gain all of the super powers I have so desperately wanted and be showered in a hail of 100 dollar bills and beautiful women. This is the only possible outcome. So, until next time, keep your Colonel crunchy.
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