So today just might have been the most frustrating day of my entire life.
I went to bed last night worried that i may just be in trouble with myEnglish teacher, a woman who both amuses and scares me greatly. The reason for this was because I had rattled off an essay in twenty minutes while worrying about an up-coming chemistry test. I consider chemistry to be one of my worst subjects. So to just barley pass it i needed to put in maaxium effort. I believe that english can is something you can bullshit your way though and still get an A. So I had worked incestently for four days on it.
The morning of the dreaded day!!!:
Went into first class, did some frantic learning incase I was asked any volcabuary. I was not asked. () Very good sign. Next was English.
This teacher is one of my favourite teachers for one reason; the unique way she threatens us. Every day she manages to come up with a new one of the spot. (examples are "gut you like a salmon", "Rip out you intenstines and feed them to the first years" and "Hang you out the window by your toe-nails".)
Remarkibly she commented that my essay was the best she had gotten from the class(gloat) even though I had done no reseach and went on about turning rivers and cargo ships and primary school trips. I was thrilled.
Then I had religion, an easy class where we comtemplate the meaning of life. Finally I had lunch and had a chance to eat the pasta salad that I had made that morning. Skipping breatfast may have been worth the uncomfort for the first few classes as it tastes so damn good due to my hunger.
The next class was maths.
For the past few weeks in maths I have been sitting there doddling and drawing crazed symbols and all other kinds of great works. I was patiently waiting to escape. I would soon be moving out of the impossibly hard class as the teacher had suggested I do and onto greater(easier) things. I had even managed to swap a previous sixth year for the lower level book for my own higher level one as her sister was attempting the course. This particular morning I was drawing a tribal yin-yang sign that I was quite proud of. I was absently wondering if I could produce it for my art's test at the end of the year when the maths teacher called me and another girl up to her desk. WAS THIS IT? WAS I FINALLY GETTING TO MOVE? No more missing out on actual work that I need to pass my exam that will determine my future?
This is where it started to go wrong.
My principal. A nun who I have never spoken to in my life refuses, point nlank to let me do a lower level subject in her school. Makes sense? not likely. This woman sometimes dances in the hallways..... anyway then I get told that that chemistry test I worked my ass off for is on chapters I did not study. -_- Finally my friend screams at me because her boyfriend cheated on her again, my mother is called to the school to 'talk about me', my little brother was caught stealing again, i am kicked out of study because someone else got there even I've paid and she hasn't and now I am being dragged to a weddig rehersal for three hours so I can practise reading my one line. To top it all off, I am banned from going to my friends house next week to see her dressed up for a grads(think prom for boy's school).