The past week has contained a slew of unfortunate occurrences. Going down the list, Spanish is probably the only class that has no worries. It would be a nice way to begin the day if it weren't incredibly dull. Thankfully, today, we didn't actually do any new work. European history was nice when my grade went to a 95% for doing well on the FRQs, but I got a 4/10 on the reading quiz today. William got a 5/10. The reason for this dramatic drop in performance has been that I've been doing my stat and bio projects, trying to study, and not really getting anywhere. In Stat, I prepared to cry during lunch yesterday, but I am incredibly thankful because somehow, I got a 104% on the Chapter 5 test, so I actually had a 102% even after the 64% on a quiz. Chem has just been torture. I had a 90.1% and then got an 88% on a homework assignment. I thought I had a B, but when I finally checked during bio, my grade hadn't changed at all. After doing the roll-up timeline, my grade rose by .4%, but I know I messed up on the big test today. I got an 87% on the last test somehow, and I don't think I got an A on this one so there's pretty much no way I'm going to have an A in this class no matter how easy it is. At one point during the week, I broke down crying right for many, many reasons that I will never reveal to everyone because it would take a long time and it would sound really selfish talking about oneself for a very extended period of time before I even sat down at the lunch table. That day, I had problems with doing my airplane problems for Pre-Calc for a mysterious reason. The next day, then entire class was forced to rush through the test. English is just... ugggh grammar. The book doesn't teach it well, and we end up making educated guesses on the work that we do in class.
Four people know who I like, and if you're not one of them, it's not because I hate you. I don't know why they know. But don't worry. There's nothing that can be done except giving up. It's just so hard.
My awesome brotherly friend wrote a short letter to me after the night when I told him about some of the reasons why I was going through such a hard time. I didn't rant about everything, but I still got a lot out there and he was so sweet. Letters have always been one of my favorite things, and the act really made me smile. He's an amazing guy and I am still smiling for him.
Today, William called me to ask why I wasn't at the jazz band rehearsal. I don't know if German will accept my excuse, but it's kind of funny how I don't actually have a band grade to get lowered.
One of my friends who was mentioned above is probably going through the worst time of her life. The fact that she's gifted and in challenging classes with loads of coursework isn't helping a bit. I really want to make her happier, but there isn't much I can do to improve the situation. Crying at lunch isn't fun when you're trying to have a nice lunch and to finish your homework and study for an upcoming test. I wish we wouldn't know that.
Someone awesome and incredible and smart even though she disagrees burned me a copy of Sawdust. It was the only thing that excited me throughout the entire day, and it was wondrous.
It is time to name the new FLVS building, but today is the last day to turn in an entry and also the day I found out about it. And I have no ideas.
I want to relax. Work work work work work is all we ever do these disappointing days. I'm going to Disney World for the first time during Thanksgiving Break. Meet you there?
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