At school, that is. Everything else I'm feeling okay - as of now.
I've got 60s in 3 of my classes. My art isp got crushed/torn (literally) and I've barely started my final in civics.
I fucking hate math and that teacher so much.
Plus, I've never
really had to be concerned about failing a class before either. I mean, excluding the whole ordeal from September-February of last year.
I'm taking a doubletake on whether or not I want to do that weekend university art course thing. With my luck I'll get turned down because even though I am taking the grade eleven, I'm still grade ten.
I got my semi dress but it still won't hurt at all to loose more weight.
I don't want to touch my homework. I just want to do my photos or something. I'd say I'll be glad when this semester is over, but that's a lie. Because then I have 2 more gr 9 classes.
This is a pretty pleasant post.
