U'r a Meanie

Mm. I'll be cursing in this one. I can feel it in my soul.

Okay, see...maybe if I didn't procrastinate all week for this vocab quiz, it would have been doable. But I didn't, and apparently neither did most of the students in Physics because apparently they gonn' boycott the damned thing. But that's pretty nonsensical because if they boycott it (by leaving it blank) our physics teacher isn't going to be thoughtful next time he gives us a 50 word vocab quiz, or lessen the number of words we're supposed to do--this man will fail each and every person that doesn't take it and hate them with the passion of the devil and make sure that any contact with any of the students is cold and uncomfortable. Because he really gives no shits about people that annoy him. He will  limit the number of questions a kid can ask if said kid asks questions a lot when he's confused. He will flat out ignore a student if he's walking around the classroom/ He will start cursing loudly and then laughing it off because some sophomores giggled and he thinks he's a comedy god. And he'll call students stupid or idiots if they don't understand something right away. This man is absolutely awful.

And I suppose he's not as cold to me yet because I'm a nobody in his class, but I'm sure he'll get around to it because this idiot expects us to copy notes off the overhead (with no one understanding anything, basically) but if he's having a bad day or is irritable at the moment he won't let us finish the fucking slide and my expression just radiates with anger and hatred because all that shit is going to be on the exam and the answers have to be word for word to get full credit and that bitch. This happened again today, so pardon my language. I'm pissed. And this fucking vocab quiz is just aaugh. I'm sorry, Danielle (because you're the only person that reads my blog). But whatever. Because...you.


And Davis is tomorrow. Ah. I get sick to my stomach whenever I think about it. I don't know what I'm gonna do if I don't get in. I feel so hopeless, but my Spanish teacher, that I've known for all of high school now, thinks I'll get in with no problem at all. I said I wanted to go there and she like bobs and nods her head with a "Oh. Oh, of course you'll get in," and I just feel so worthy. But...it's college and you never know.

I'm going to go study now. And finish the last four Government assignments I didn't feel like doing the last two weeks. Ah.