Sorry about that.
School’s been pretty hectic lately with TCAP next week and all that jazz. I’m not too thrilled. All of this four day week at school was really rough because the teachers were going over and reviewing all this stuff. Hum-bug.
Reeves made us do all of these retarded little index cards. There’s so many! it drives me insane. It was terrible. Witch Woman That Likes To Make Fun Of Me Because She Saw My Binder And It Said ‘I Hate School’ gave us this Tennessee geography workbook that has to be complete by Monday! All thirty pages! And we have to do ANOTHER frickin’ map and research three Hilter-esque guys. It’s stupid because TCAP is next week, and we’re gonna be stressed out for that.
The other teachers have been fine. -_- We’ve gotten new music in band, and it’s difficult because me and Bobby have different parts. I’m used to us playing the same thing together. Now when I’m playing half notes and quarter notes he’s skipping along with sixteenth notes. I don’t care that he’s got 1st saxophone. I care that I keep getting lost.
Me and Jennwad got to tutor a girl in English today. It was surprisingly easy. I felt bad because when I walked in, I felt like super smart and superior, but I shouldn’t have. Heehehe.
Health sucks. Enough-frickin-said. Jennifer is sitting here telling me I shouldn’t complain, but I have a right to. They get to finish their assignments on time, and turn everything in, while I have to do FIVE lesson reviews in like a day. It’s terrible.
School’s almost over. I cannot wait. Sure, I probably won’t see Bobby all summer or the year after that (he goes to camp and then he’s off to highschool, wahoo for me…) but at least I won’t have to deal with retards for teachers.
I feel bad for hating them, though. Everytime I think, “God I hate you,” I’m like, “Whoa. Calm down, miss angsty.” It’s so retarded. One second I’m fuming mad, and the next I’m sucking up because I feel guilty.
I also talk to doorknobs. 
