Today was a rather long day. My parents were off from work, so I got to drive to school again this morning. My parking still sucks, but I corrected it pretty easily. I purposely chose a spot with no other cars around it, knowing I'd probably screw up. And I have a habit of forgetting to check my blind spot. I can work on that, though. Soon, I won't have to shove my stuff in the trunk on the way to school ('cause we drop the rugrats off on the way; they sit in back).
School was okay. Subs for Ms. Comerford and Mr. Witko. Ms. Comerford's sub was almost rude. Her sarcasm was just too much. I think she was trying to get through to us by returning our natural sarcasm (and by "we" I mean the class in general), but it went overboard. It was like she was trying to be our teacher, and to put us down to assert her authority. Just because we're students doesn't mean we don't deserve to be respected in the same way teachers and faculty do.
I've been waiting for Adkins to release the pop quiz upon us for, like, a week. So, of course, he takes advantage of the yuckiness of Monday to finally unleash it. I don't think I did as well as usual on it. I didn't "rewrite history," but I didn't elaborate as much as I usually do. Generally, if I don't know the answer as soon as he asks the question, I'm not going to figure it out just by sitting and staring into space. That actually worked recently on a math quiz, but history is different.
Ms. Sim is still herself. (Someday, I will come up with a better way to describe her. For now, that'll have to do.) We had another quiz today, on the second part of the Knight's Tale. It was just like her other quizzes. Some parts are fill-in-the-blank quotes, which is unfair. Remembering lines verbatim is difficult unless it's a classic quote. This is not, "Call me Ishmael." Then there was a misleading multiple-choice option, something about strawberry fields. It was too odd to be correct.
She finally returned our Pride and Prejudice essays. It only took her a month. I got a 93, and comments about good usage and such. Greg got the same grade, which really ticked me off. I always put in more work than he does, and usually that results in me getting a higher grade. We've never gotten the exact same score before. I got really annoyed and started ranting to him about it, which was wrong. It's not his fault. Yeah, I would be so proud of him if he started putting more effort into his work. And to be honest, if I could get by with that little work, I would. In a heartbeat. Screw integrity. We argued while we waited by the cafeteria for Mrs. Anderson (another ragtag It's Ac session). He said, "If my SAT scores turn out higher than yours, I'm just not gonna tell you. I'll make up some fake score." That hit hard. I don't want him to feel like he can't tell me things. Sometimes the level at which he achieves surprises me. I shouldn't say that; it makes it sound like I think he's dumb, which I
never have. I can only base my opinions on personal experience: me. I do well in school, and I'm also intellectual. Based on that narrow data, I'm led to believe that most high-achieving people act like it. I've met people that defy that definition, though: Greg, Ian, my friend Vince (with whom I just started AIM'ing again). Thinking that way just helps me feel like less of a nerd, I guess.
The rest of my day was bland. I went to Wal-Mart with Mom and Courtney, then came home and ate while watching the end of
Jeopardy!. I did my discussion points (seven of them!) while enjoying my shows, since I missed them last week by no fault of my own. I'm so tired. I still have so much work to do. I have to work efficiently tomorrow: review for Adkins test, finish the Knight's Tale, work on projects, continue icky college search. Oh, and sleep.
I'm going to be tired for the next four years. That's a disconcerting thought. Broke, sleepless, soul-searching college years, here I come.
