I thought that today was going to be easy, but it just kind of seemed unusually long since we had eight classes. I suppose going around to our old classes was fun. I just wish I hadn't had to go to this semester's classes too. I finally figured out a way to make everything fit into my schedual. I just had to drop physics. I'll end up taking that senior year and not taking AP physics. As it is I only have three APs planned for the next two years: bio, French and calculus. (I don't even know why I'm taking calculus. I think it's just because that's what the "smart kids" take rather than stat.) I feel kind of guilty about this. I mean, aren't the "smart kids" supposed to take more than three APs? Dave's taking FIVE for God's sake. But I talked to Molly, and she's taking three too and feels the same way about it. So I feel a little better. Anyway, the class that was the most fun to go back to was French. I ended up talking to Julian for most of it. I may have freaked him out a little because I was so hyper, but whatever. At the end of the block he wrote "VENEZ A LA CONFITURE DU CAFE" on the board. "...come to the... Oh, come to the java jam," I said, and laughed. The java jam is this annual concert at old town hall where they serve coffee. "Yeah, will people get that?" he said. "Well, they'll GET it. I don't know if French people would get it. Of course," I added, "That's assuming that people in here actually speak some French." He laughed. "Are you playing in it?" "Well obviously."
I also got to go back and see my biology teacher/nemesis. It's a good thing my chem teacher reccomended me for AP bio, because he made it clear that he wouldn't have. I thought the actual material in the class was interesting, and he seemed to like me at first, but the grading was COMPLETELY unfair. Like, my parents are going to go to the principal about it, and I didn't even tell them to. So one day I just spazed out on him about it. It was this homework paper that he counted for about twice as much as the final, and the fact that I didn't do it brought my average down 16 points. I ended up yelling at him, and he yelled at me back, and now everything's all awkward and... yeah. Oh well. He doesn't teach AP bio, so he's really not my problem anymore.
Anyway, things were awkward with Adam today. Same old thing - he sat next to me on the bus but didn't talk to me, avoided eye contact with me in the hallways, had his arm around the girl at lunch, and was giving her that look... I had a horrible headache when I got home, and a little bit of that sick feeling in my stomach, although not as much as this weekend. It used to be that whether or not he payed attention to me determined whether I had a good day or a bad day. I guess nothing's changed, really.
I'm pretty angry at myself for not being able to get over this. If it lasts until April, I'll seriously consider asking to see a shrink. Hey, as an added bonus, I'll get to see how the whole thing works, since I think eventually I want to BE a shrink.
We should really have a France trip reunion. Simona says hi to me in the hallways, but I haven't seen Kat at all, and I miss her.
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