Belts Suck

The tight ones constrict your fat.

Off that subject, I hate when you text someone with just a, "wazup?" and you get the fastest response ever, but when you text someone with an urgent message, you never get a response. Ever. It's like, "No?" That pisses me off.

But, in math, we got a big project-like thing back. Got a 96, very happy; the smart kids got 88s and 90s. Made my day a little better.

I am finding that I have a fear of doing things the wrong way. Not like the normal, "Oh darn, I messed up on that paper!" No, it's like an intense fear. I wonder if there's a name for that.

There are people I know that care way too much about school. It's like, SATs this, or, Math test that, and, holy crappers English! -_- Sometimes, I just want to tell them to take an asprin and stay still. One day, I will pile them all into my car, drive to the mall, and make them walk around with me. We'll have some fun, go to the movies, eat at McDonalds, and discover the magic of a lack of uniform education and studying. Damn smart kids.

Oh, I want to write, do well in school, get a job, learn to cook, watch all my favorite TV shows, and hang out with my friends. Is that so much to ask?

That was a rhetorical question.

Oh, my math teacher...

Oh my goodness. So in honors Pre-Calc today, we were all toast, all twenty of us. Many of us just had a drilling English period before this and the seniors I know just had some kind of test. So, she was trying to get us to derive one equation from another. I knew it could be done, we'd done it before; but I just couldn't pay attention! None of us were into the class that day like we usually were, or at least I usually am. I was staring at the clock waiting to leave, even though there were twenty minutes to go. Anyway, she totally flips out. She tells us we're the worst honors class she's ever had, and that none of us are going to succeed except for two of us. That we won't get into the AP Calc class because we don't like to work, except for those two that she talked about before. It's like a clone of my mother every fifth period; I thought I could go to school and escape her!

So, anyway, my friend and I get into our next period class. And we're both saying, "No, she meant you," about the 'special two people' thing. We're jealous of each other for no reason at all.

Also, our school is going to participate in a campaign for Aveda where we collect caps to recycle, and I'm apparently in charge of getting it started. I know it will look good on college apps, at least that's what my teachers tell me, but I have all this weight on my shoulders right now! To an outsider, filling out a small form and talking to teacher may not seem like much, but once the ball gets rolling, I know other people will want to talk to me. Or what if they make fun of me! Everyone already calls me a tree-hugger, just because I always throw my plastic in the recycle buckets, and am a vegetarian. It's just... None of them understand that if we don't take care of the earth we live on now, we won't be getting another one.