Know what's sad? I'm actually excited about MCAS tomorrow, because it means that I don't have to go to math or Latin. I hate both of them, but especially math. I don't even get the concepts anymore. I'm used to being one of the smart kids, but now I have to have people explain stuff to me. The problem is that I don't CARE, so I don't pay attention in class. But then periodically I panic and realize that I should know what's going on so that I don't fail tests. And then it's just awful. I have to ask a lot of questions that everyone else knows the answer to, and I can see Ivy shooting me superior glances. Even when people explain things to me I don't get them.
Usually, I don't use the argument "I'm never going to use this." As my old physical science teacher used to say, "What do I NEED to know? How to find food and shelter and how to stay away from things that will kill me. Sometimes it's nice to know more than you NEED." But math is getting so abstract at this point that it doesn't even MEAN anything anymore. The applications are pretty much quantum mechanics, and that's it. Not only is is useless, it's uninteresting. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I don't for the life of me know why I'm taking calculus. I don't want to. I'm not even required to. I just feel like I have to because I'm good at it. Or so I hear. But that might change after this year's math. I still have a B+, but my grade is steadily falling...
Today was okay. At least this is a good period in my life socially. Even though I feel like I hang out with Molly and Dave a little too much and everyone else not quite enough, I get to have a good conversation with SOMEBODY several times a day, and that's good.
I still want to get that ska band together, and it's still not really happening. There might be a battle of the bands. That might give us an excuse.
Ooh, and two great poems:
Roses are red Violets are blue I'm schitzophrenic And so am I.
Roses are red Yellow is bus All your base are belong to us.
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