It's been one of those days.
Things went from bad to worse and then worstest.
First, we're watching the wall in W.I and seriously, I can't get into Pink Floyd. I'm sorry. I don't like glam rock (yeah, it is glam rock) and I especialy don't like it for an hour straight every day first thing in the morning.
Then I was just in a bad mood and I think I was probably mean to my friends. So I'm sorry if I was a bitch today.
THEN I cut my finger in chemistry, and Mrs.D yelled at me in front of the whole class when I asked her for a bandaid. I was bleeding on her fucking desk.
"WOW, LETS JUST ALL STOP EVERYTHING WE'RE DOING SO JULIET CAN GET A BANDAID, GO AHEAD JULIET. TAKE YOUR TIME"
I was like, okay psycho whore. Let's not do this, because I NEED HER TO PASS ME so I'm not allowed to yell back, so I was just silent and glared at her until she apologized to me, quietly, in front of no one.
"Sorry I snapped."
GEE YOU THINK?
FFFF.
And then I took the worlds hardest fucking math test ever. What the hell, I left it blank and gave it back to Mr.N and he's like "well, Juliet, just try."
And I'm like wtf. Do you think I didn't try? Like I just voluntarily sat there for a full hour, staring at it because I thought it would be more fun to not do it?
NO thats not how I work. If that was how I worked, I would have been doing zero maths all year.
So I have to no cancel work to study for this god damn chemistry test on thursday which is, by the way, worth TEN PERCENT of our grade. I currently have a 71% with a conditional acceptence to college that says if I get anything lower than a 70 I'm outtttt.
So I have to do well on this test, like...better than a C to maintain my grade.
AWESOME. Really just totally stelar. She's a bitch too, she'd totally fail me. EVEN THOUGH I babysat her daughter for yearssss before she was teacher.
Cool.
