Dear English AP Teacher.....

Hi.

I'm kind of torn between wanting you to never read this.....and.....hoping you read this so that you'll understand my....situation better.

So you know how....on November 9th, 2016, I was performing for the Remembrance day assembly, and I made the wise decision to come back to your class after the show ended, even though I had the freedom to take the rest of the block off?

Remember that?

Yeah?  Good.

So.

Stories Told In French Class

Hello peoples!  

Remember a long, long time ago when I wrote the post about my french teacher?  It was titled, Once Upon a Time in French Class..., and because I am the kind person I am, I have thoughtfully provided a link here.  To sum up that entire post, my grade 10 French teacher told the class why he wasn't here last day.  He told us about how much he loved his daughter...all the things he would do for her...and because my relationship with my dad had been...questionable...I teared up and wrote a post on it.  

Aaaanyways...the last day of school before spring break, I had french class.  Except I have a different teacher this year...aaand I'm straying from the point.

I Just...Don't Get It...!

*sounds of frustration and anguish*

*sounds of absolute despair and hopelessness*

*silence*

Have you ever despised something so much, your heart literally hurts...?  Or maybe your stomach feels like it's had enough of...whatever you've been doing to it, and decides that now is the perfect time to rebel and does all sorts of crazy stuff, and you feel like someone has just punched you in your stomach, and you double over in absolute agony?

Well, I'm having a bad day...and...I'm just going to rant, and complain, I'm not even going to proofread this before I publish, because I'm just not in the mood...like I said, I'm having a bad, bad, day...

*sighs*

My Most Memorable Summer in the History of Memorable Summers.... (part 1: July)

HI PEOPLES!

I bet you're all wondering what I did over the summer, right?  RIGHT?

No?

Aww....

I'll tell you anyway, since you're still reading...

I'm splitting this up into July and August, since they were completely different.  So, I will dedicate this post to what happened in July, and the August one will be coming soon...PROMISE!

JULY:

Remember that post where I fumed about my "friend's indecisiveness?  Well, if you don't, here's the post:  The day I was disappointed...at everything.  So after that whole fiasco happened, I ended up back in summer school.  SUMMER SCHOOL, that's right.  For the first time since I've started high school, I went to summer school, not because I failed, but because I had the crazy idea that learning an entirely new course in a month would be easy...and just to prove how awesome I am, I took the subject I hated the most: Pre-Calculus.  OH!  And did I forget to mention that I missed the first three classes?  Which is the equivalent of missing an entire unit?  OH, what fun!

Aaarrrgh!

Hello people.  In case the title didn't already give it away, I am angry.  Or, rather, very extremely stressed out. 

Homework.  I'd like to believe homework is where the very root of my stress comes from.  Sure, other things stress me out too, like...stuff, and life in general, but homework takes home the prize of most stressful thing in my life.  Bottom line:  I don't like it.