:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

:: Tuesday, September 09, 2003 ::

I'm so scared of getting Progress Reports next week. I know I have to be making terrible grades in my classes. I know, given my grades, I don't exactly have a passing grade in Pre-Calculus, which is depressing because I feel I know the stuff. Then I get my papers back and see 60's and 70's written all over them, and it throws me back into that wonderful state of hating myself and feeling like I'm the world's biggest idiot. I swear Mr. Dillard thinks I am. Just based off the fact I sit with Elizabeth and Heidi who know everything, and here I am not understanding the simplest thing. For once I'd like to get better grades than them. It's always depressing to know that no matter how much you applied yourself, you'll never get the top grade.

So...had to dance in theatre today. The first part of the project (Singing) was Private in Public and the dancing part was No Inhibitions. Well, we were getting down to the last minutes of class, and I'm almost PRAYING I don't have to go. You don't understand, I literally was scared to death about this assignment.

So, anyways, I got up, used Britany's Funk CD (Song of Choice: Love Rollercoaster) and just closed my eyes and moved. Afterwards, comments were given, and I got so much about people saying I'm so mature and so rigid that seeing me dance was the loosest they had ever seen me (Mostly Theo and Britany) and having Mr. Delaney say he agreed with Britany when she said "Nick is one of the most mature people I know" really made me feel better about myself. Just to hear people say all these good things about me and to have the teacher agree on one of them was so...uplifting. I felt really good.

And then i went to Physics and Pre-Calculus and things went downhill from there.

Everybody in Charlotte is sick. My hay fever thing is a double bladed sword as ragweed is killing me. This afternoon my nose just started itching, my eyes have been much more dry than usual lately...*sigh* Still, ragweed season isn't as bad as pollen season.

Besides the fact that this year makes me want to commit suicide, I'm enjoying how enthusiastic the teachers are. English is a hysterical class and I look foward to it every A-Day. That good feeling inside is nice. And I love Photography because it's blatantly obvious the teacher likes me and Janelle the best as we pay attention and actually put forth and effort (Add in that we're the two oldest in the classroom, and it's pretty obvious) and I like her as well because she's very motherly, a reason I liked Mrs. Monjimbo.

I miss Mrs. Monjimbo. As hysterical as Joyce, Whiteside and Dillard are, she was so nice to see first thing in the morning. Joyce is the devil. And that's actually a compliment to him.

Off to battle ragweed.

Teacher Quote of the Day

Semi-free...it's like saying semi-dead
-Mr. Joyce

Killed one person...a massacre. You don't hear about that guy being killed up in a Gastonia Fast mart as a massacre. The Gastonia Fast Mart Massacre
-Mr. Joyce

Current Mood: A mix of things
Current Music: Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges

:: Nick Tuesday, September 09, 2003 [+] ::