Today royally sucked. This is going to be pretty long and rather ranty.
First period was boring. Ms. Anderson showed a PowerPoint on American literary movements. I think there's a quiz tomorrow, but it's open-notes, and I've been taking some (just to keep me awake), so I'll be fine. Second period lunch was normal. No visitors today. Sarah laid off the energy drinks. Hope discussed Carnegie Mellon (she got into the summer program -- yay Hope!). Alanna is finally back, but still kind of sick.
All I needed to do to complete my power supply in third period was put the knob on the potentiometer. So I did that, leaving me with a good 35 minutes to kill before the end of class. I worked through all the practice questions in my ACT book, so I had nothing to do. I sat around reading
Confessions of a Shopaholic (which is okay), bored to tears. Then I saw a daddy longlegs crawling around near my foot. As expected, I screamed and moved away. Then Dwahn (who I currently describe using very rude words) decided to scare me out of my mind my messing with the spider. For a second, I honestly wanted to kill him. To just end his life so he wouldn't pester me anymore. That scared me, too, that I could feel so much rage.
In fourth period, we watched the video projects that the sophomores made. The first one (on the Holocaust) was good and informative, but generally boring. The second (on Mr. Capati's cop-out topic, Crucial Issues Facing the World Today), was good, informative, and funny. In the segment about illegal immigration, the "reporter" said, crouching in the grass, "We're at the United States - Mexico border. We've been waiting here for almost two hours with no sign of any illegals." But in the frame behind her, you see people running. And in the bloopers for the segment based on New Jersey vs. TLO, they showed some of the botched takes. In one, they made an announcement over the intercom. In another, Ms. Soraci walked right through the frame. Quite funny.
In fifth period, I wasted time. Lawrence was attempting to be funny by rolling up his shorts, so that it looked like he wasn't wearing pants. Then he stood in the doorway while people walked through the hall. It gave me eerie flashbacks to John's moonings. (That's what Megan meant the other day. "Exposing himself" is something totally different and
far more disturbing.) I wasn't as icy cold as I usually am, which is odd because I wore a sleeveless top today. Which also confirmed my belief that, though they threaten us all the time, the admins don't care what we wear. They're tired and hot, too, so as long as we're sufficiently covered, they're good.
Sixth period was horrific. It was unearthly hot outside. Usually we're assigned six laps, but we only had three today. I walked all three and was still all sweaty and disgusting afterward. Fate hates me. I couldn't have had gym class in the fall, when it was cool. I'd rather be stuck wearing sweatpants all the time than go through that. Thankfully, it's not as hot this year as it was this time last year.
Seventh period sucked, too. Ms. Dixon relocated to an air-conditioned room (yes!), but I was so bored. I did a little more of the review for the final on Tuesday, then gave up and read until locker cleanout. I didn't really have anything to clean out, so I just gave my trash bag to someone else, tossed my old broken umbrella (I never use it anyway), and went upstairs to return Ms. Sim's books. The hallways were
packed. Combined with the innate heat, it was terrible.
I finally made it to Dr. J's class. He was originally going to give the final today, but people complained, so we're having it on the assigned date. Mine is Monday. ::whimpers:: I don't even want to study for the very few questions I have to get correct to keep my A. I'm getting lazy. So, instead of studying, I tried some more of my math review. I got stuck. I felt so stupid, because I remembered covering that part, but I couldn't work it out. I read some more.
After school, I called my mom at work to let her know I was staying for the last It's Ac, but I didn't catch her, so I left a message. Turns out she leaves work at 4. Oops. Staying after without prior permission always makes me nervous. I
really don't need distrust from my parents right now. The game was fine. Andrew and Vicki jumped ahead, but Greg and I overtook them to win. We wrapped a bit early, just as the giant thunderstorm started. My mom texted me "WHERE ARE YOU", then called me. I thought for a second she was going to reprimand me, but she was just wondering. That was a relief.
Then there was an incident involving Greg, the intercom, and me. It definitely goes under "most embarrassing moments
ever." To retain what little pride I have left, I won't go into detail. I am also avoiding it because I might forget it quicker that way. I should probably have not added this paragraph at all, but I feel compelled to keep it.
I came home to find that the power had gone out. Again. Three times last night, four+ tonight. My piano teacher tried to call (she's out of town tomorrow, when I would usually have my lesson), but I didn't recognize the number, so I didn't pick up. We rescheduled for Monday night. Dinner was late (no power for the oven), which made me very hungry and more depressed than I already was.
The most depressing things are (a) I actually have it pretty good. To my knowledge, I'm still pulling straight A's, and except for math, my finals shouldn't be hard. (b) Being depressed is zero fun. And I could stand to relax a tiny bit. I'm so stressed, my neck and shoulders hurt. (c) I'm making Greg empathically depressed. And the fact that I'm making him depressed makes me
more depressed.
I hated today. And it's not even quite over yet. ::sighs::
