Other than reading communities, I never actually use my LJ. But I felt the need to let out some feelings a few minutes ago, and rather than writing it in a diary that I can lock away under my bed until the next time this odd mood strikes, I felt I would prefer to post these feelings in a public forum for the world to see. Makes sense, no?
I remember when I used to like school. Back before concussions and surgeries and drama. I loved going to school and learning something new. I felt like I was accomplishing something. That drive pushed me.
But now it's become more of an unnecessary hassle than anything else. Tomorrow:
1st period: La clase de espanol. I owe Ms Moody 2 tests now. I need to get them made up soon, but stuff keeps coming up. I'm tired of putting this off. And I want her to think I'm responsible and that I WILL get it done.
2nd period: Chemistry. Possibly the worst class. With one of the worst teachers. Did I mention the worst class? My lab partner doesn't care about anything. This was demonstrated when she tried to make up measurements for our lab. (I let her do whatever the hell she wanted, I continued meticulously measuring out 10 mL and then measuring the mass...) And again demonstrated by the fact that she didn't realize Friday was the last day to work on our experiment. I thought we could pick a better idea, but she works at Giant so it'd be easy for her to get the supplies. Turns out, she doesn't get paid until Friday after school, so that was the soonest she could get the materials. Thursday night, I ran out to the dollar store to pick up everything we'd need. So I have to carry that in tomorrow.
3rd period: Gym. We're doing archery now, but if it's still wet and gross I don't know what we're doing. I also owe the gym teacher three essays from days I was out sick... I think I'm starting them on Tuesday...
Lunch: I somehow have to find the cast list for the play and figure out if I made it. It's always fun to get such crushing news in the middle of the day, huh? If, on the off chance I do make it, I go into rehearsals after school. Fun stuff...
5th period: Global. I have to lug around my giant pepperoni pizza graphic organizer about ancient India tomorrow. What a joy that was to work on this weekend. This group project is driving me insane. It's not my fault that I was sick and wasn't here to work on it. I'm sorry I couldn't walk so I stayed home in bed. I should have stayed home reading the textbook and making a powerpoint (WHICH I VOLUNTEERED TO DO BUT THEY WOULDN'T LET ME!!!) instead of sleeping. Well, my therapist is happy. At least they're keeping her in business.
6th period: Algebra. I was doing so well in this class. I apparently shouldn't take tests when I'm sick and distracted, because I suddenly have an 85. (Which, yes, is still good. But I had a 96.) I owe him a test too... Wednesday is my last day to make that up... If he's not there after school on Wednesday, I don't know what I'll do.
After school is the Key Club Mixer. I should probably skip it and go to Spanish, but I'm an officer. I should be there. (Plus, on a selfish personal reason, it's the only time I get to see Ellen and Jane. I saw them every day last year, and now we're down to once a week. Should I give that up too?)
And possibly rehearsal (though I doubt it.)
Tuesday's the Rosh Hashanah dinner (yay) but I'm missing BCP rehearsal for it (boo).
And a dermatologist appointment. Fun. Not.
And Wednesday, I go back to hell school. And I think there's a BCP rehearsal. And possibly a fall play rehearsal. (Though that's not likely.) And Girl Scouts (or reality... speaking of which, I wonder if I have an article lying around for this week's issue... hmm). And math. And Pushing Daises/ Private Practice premieres. (Something to look forward to watching over the weekend.)
And that's only half the week. I'm so tired of this already. It's not even October yet!
Well, I have to sleep now so I can get up early, photocopy my doctor's note, get an excuse from the school, drop my pizza off at Global... my head is spinning.
And I want to design a [tos] flyer too.
Shoot me.
(Sorry about the novel. Not that anyone actually read it...)
Current Mood: 
stressed
Current Music: None... but I'm mentally replaying the amazing that was tonight's Cold Case