So yesterday was the last day of finals (and the last day of school) and I had a pretty good day. Math was not nearly as hard as I expected and health was easy too.
So far, my grades look like this:
English: 98
Heatlh: 94
Choir: 100
Art: 100
I have to wait until we get report cards to find out my science, litereature and math grades.
Really easy day. I had science first- 100 questions, but it was really simple and this time they gave us the regular science exam instead of the AP exam-thank God.
Next was English, which again we got the regular exam and everyone was done within half an hour. No essay involved, as she promised us there would be.
And finally art and all we did in there was watch Chicken Run.
So far so good.
But today (thursday) is Math, Literature and Health aka the big three. I’m good in Lit. but I heard the test was pretty hard and I am freaking out in general at math and health (lets just say they aren’t exactly my best subjects..)
We didn’t have a written test, per say, in History, but I got a one hundred on the jeopardy game (which was really just participation.)
I choir I got 100!! The test was pretty easy, I just ALWAYS forget the keys for the Bass clef. I know spaces are ACEG, I’m not sure about the lines… anyway, I turned my review in and got a five point bonus, which made up for that.
All and all day one of Finals was not to bad. Tommorow, however. Oh, tommorow…
Science,
English,
Art III
I am freaking out about Science because I don’t know the moon phases at ALL! And Earth science is like a big majority of the exam…(bites cuticles) My goal for science is an 80 at the very least, which for me I think is managable.
I feel like I’m trapped here. Trapped amidst the Abercrombie-clad, volleyball playing, bleach-bottle-blonde, forever straightned hair robots who go through life attched to their phones and pink iPods that play the top 40 on a continuous loop. They are incapable of even ONE original thought and I am SO FREAKING SICK OF IT! (that and you have not indured hell until you’ve been in Texas in August.) I want to move somewhere like Washington State. Surrounded by rain and trees and happy people who can think independently- with out consulting their leader whenever they feel as though they may need to breath.
I beat myself up about nearly everything. (Not literally, but mentally) Especially when I get a B on my report card. Not even a low B, like an 89 or something. I just always feel like if I only did this a litttle better, I could have(fill in goal here).
Nana was my Grandma and we were pretty close. She lived right down the street and I’d always go down to her house and help her bake or watch a movie or just talk with her. But after three months in the hospital, the doctors told us the news. She wouldn’t make it. They took her off everything but her pain meds and main line IV and set her up in a really nice room with four couches and pull out beds. She only had about three days left, so the entire family came over to say their final goodbyes. At one point, all of the grandchildren (with the exception of my brother) gathered around her and she told us old stories about when we were little and that sort of stuff. When we went to leave, she told us one last thing,
You can hate what a person does, but you shouldn’t hate the person.
I told her that I would always do as she says and now I want to make sure that ‘Hate’ is stricken from my vocabulary as an adverb.
It’s the question that’s bothered me for so long. What am I supposed to do? Why am I here? Do I have some sort of destiny? I guess I’ll find out in time…
I try and try to stay away from it, but it always sneaks back up on me. That’s right, Little Debbie, one day I will be able to look at you and not be tempted!
I guess you could say I’m free spirited and growing up in a small suburb of Dallas, life gets pretty caged in. I feel like there is so much to be learned and experienced and lived, but I’m trapped here where everyone is the same; little carbon copies of each other. I want to break free and visit a place far away where everything is different and live a new culture for a change.
I hate grasshoppers. I think it started in 1996 when we had this HUGE infestation in North Texas. I was in preschool then and they were swarming on me and the boys thought it was hilarious to throw them at us. I begged and cried for the teachers to let me go inside, but NO. And now grasshoppers are my biggest fear. Hands down. And there really isnt a reason to be afraid of them. They’re just bugs, but for whatever reason I find them terrifying. I just hope that one day I will in fact conquer my fear.
