I only really had one final to take today, AP Physics. I have gym sixth period, and I didn't have any laps to make up, so I sat on the bleachers and counted as other people made up theirs. Those poor, deluded freshmen actually tried to get me to cheat for them. I'm like, "Uh, no?" I had to run (okay, jog/walk) all those miles. I had to come to class even when I
really didn't feel like it. If I had to suffer, so do you, Ms. 32 Laps Behind. Sad, no?
Mr. Avondet's final is that each of us has to do two cleanup jobs for him. No big deal. Organizing drill bits and wrenches and such. Nothing requiring actual skill. I didn't clean up today. I figured out that if you look busy (which I was, glancing at my physics notes), he'll leave you alone. I'll see what I can do tomorrow.
I got up to about 48,000 points playing Bookworm on Yahoo!Games in fifth period. My best word, worth 2300 points: chorale. That made me feel very clever. It made up for ditzily (is that a word?) forgetting my earrings this morning. My earlobes felt so naked. As another plus, Mrs. Anderson gave me a glowing A+ on my paper. I got an A+ for all the subsections except writing, because my transitions sucked in the way that they weren't there. But it was otherwise spiffy. I'm glad. I just can't b.s. things, no matter how much it could reduce my stressload. I have an overwhelming compulsion to give 101%. It's quite annoying.
My piano lesson tonight went much better than usual. I went, I played well, and then I came home. I think it's because it's only Monday, so I'm not exhausted from a week of putting up with school. I plan on taking Greg to my lesson on Friday. His mom is going to drop us off at Borders so we can pick up OotP (squee!!!). I refuse to have him driving after midnight. That would be rather illegal. And he'd be tired.
So not good. So, he's coming over here after school, then we'll go to my lesson, and then to Borders. We just have to run all of that by our parents, but I don't think they'll mind.
So, trig final tomorrow, and a drawing for Lifsey. Shouldn't be too hard; turns out my math final is open-notes. I understand the material, anyway. I'm convinced one of the review problems has a typo because I couldn't get it to work right, but whatever. It looks like I might not actually have to go to school on Thursday. Cool. Oh, and I finished
Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella) today. It was pretty good. I don't read chick-lit, like, ever, but I like it. It started well, but it got a little slow in the middle. Then it picked up again at the end, just enough to convince me to get the sequel from the library when I get a chance. Good book, though. It made me do that thing where I react out loud, gesturing and going "no!" Hope, Alanna, and Sarah know what I mean. :o)
