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    Your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow :: Thursday, February 05, 2004 ::

    The comments are really becoming a hassle to deal with...I need to find a different comments system because this one screws up my blog to much.

    Um...today. Photo is rapidly becoming the most boring, pointless, awful class I have EVER taken part in. And I know it would be different if there weren't so many freshmen. But I'm so fucking tired of it, I don't want to go out and buy a camera when we aren't going to start shooting for a few more weeks in the first place and then I know I'm not taking photo next year, so it'll be a waste of money. Not to mention photo paper (Which I also have to buy) I seriously want out of that class. Anything other than Photo that period would be ideal. At this point, I'd take a MATH Independent Study. A MATH CLASS OVER PHOTO. That's how much I despise that class. It's just...AGH! FIVE PEOPLE PASSED THE FUCKING MIDTERM! FIVE! I got a 91, which was the highest grade because it WASN'T THAT HARD! And if you're not developing anything, you're stuck doing this crap written work which has so far not helped me appreciate photo as much as it makes me want out that class...NOW. And, of course, since it's Photo 1, you have the usual idiots in there who are merely taking the class as filler, not out of interest, and, thus, the people who want to be in there (And me...at least I make good grades in there, no matter how much I hate it) have to deal with them. IT'S HORRIBLE! I want to go find Ms. Brown and throw her into a wall for sticking me in that class and not letting me take French V AP.

    Ugh. Exam tomorrow in Physics...well...test, shall we say. I need to go study, but I'm sure I'll do fine on it, given the fact that Mr. Chapp is making it.

    Current Mood: Ranty
    Current Music: The Beta band - Dragon

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