oh man.
today was hell for the finals. i did well on the bubble sheet (121 out of 130), and got most of the grammar, up until the last page. i completely forgot how to do that...well, not completely, but enough to make me worry about it. then the writing...i wasnt sure exactly what to do, so i fudged it. good thing i did well on the bubblesheet. i specifically finished on time because after french, i had an appointment to go see mr lloyd about my scheduling. so i rush down there so i have enough time to talk to him and all...and theres five other kids in there waiting for mr lloyd. they all dont have appointments though. so i tell the guidance lady 'i have an appointment with mr lloyd' and she tells me 'he's busy right now, we cant get you in. come back afterschool'. i was like...nooo, i have a bus to catch, i am not wasting time afterschool because you guys are dumb. so i just went to english, thouroughly pissed. i was scared as heck about the english thing, too, because i couldnt find my outline thing. the class was waiting outside harkins' room because her academic kids didnt finish yet (big surprise) and i was steaming and worrying and i ALmost lost it, but i contained myself. the three questions she gave us were about happiness, choices, and another one that i couldnt tell which category it fit into...but i did alright. no, not really. i couldnt concentrate at all (still pissed about guidance), and that was my biggest issue. i wont go into detail, but i did finish before the bell rang. first time i've ever done that in her class. so after that, alyssa and i went to guidance again because she got called down. then i went to my locker. on my way out, they called me to guidance. man, was i pissed. i get in there and mr lloyd is all happy like 'you ready?' and im like 'no, i have a bus to catch' and the fat lady (sorry, but im not on good relations with her) says 'oh, we'll reschedule you for tomorrow between finals'. my ass she will. third time im being rescheduled. if those two geniuses on the other side of the room hadnt dropped french, i wouldnt have this problem. gosh...i sound just like everything i hate. im a hypocrite. oh well.
our bus died on 68, so we had to transfer and the new bus was driven by the midget lady. seriously, her voice sounds like a mouse. and we dropped people off backwards. ziggy was happy. i didnt really care. hey, good news! we have hot water again! highlight of my day.
im sad now. no more french. no more mrs harkins as my teacher. no more alteri jokes. no more bio, but thats a good thing. next year is gonna be so weird. truly. AH old man quotes popping into my head! no more! toilet is definately empty. only one more actualy test, for me. health doesnt count. band doesnt count. math actually does, though. its not as bad though, it doesnt really require thinking.
so, now that we have hot water and i dont have anything to study for for tomorrow, im going to take a shower.