School really is so bad right now. I mean like I really can't stand it. There's so much and yet so little to do its driving me crazy! Just give me my final so I can go on summer vacation already, you know? I don't want to have to deal with stupid junior year. No pressure, its only the MOST IMPORTANT YEAR OF SCHOOL EVER!!!!!!!
Makes you want to kill yourself when you get a bad grade, thinking how low your grade is going to go now because you failed that vocab test or physics lab. All I can think is, "Well, there goes a potential A, right down the drain. I could have studied, but I wanted to actually RELAX and listen to my tunes. Is that so hard these days to have a little downtime where there's nothing to do but sit and gather dust? Or better yet, gathering dust doing things you love as opposed to writing reports on Watergate and The "Great" Gatsby. (I mean, he's alright, but not great.)
Short answer: NO.
Between all that I have to do and all the things I must do, I have no time at all to do what I want for a change. All I do is bogus school work, followed by bagging peoples' sources of sustenance so they don't have to do it themselves, making money that goes strait to my education and my parents and the car and the insurance and the prom date and all this stuff but not yours truly!
Not to be selfish, but I hate how all the money that I work hard to make is thrust away from me just when I need it, you know? As my dad might say, "Well, Andrew, that's just something you're going to have to get used to." Yeah, thanks for helping me with my AP exam fee and SAT money. Way to go, dude! $137 later, and you wonder why I ask for money.
Speaking of those tests, there's just one question: why? Doesn't make sense why I should take any of them. Why, in the name of all that is good, am I putting my future in the hands of a standardized test? Makes me sick that that's what our society has become. "Well, you seems like a great guy, and your outside work is spectacular, but your SAT scores suck, so we're not going to hire or admit you."
Ugh, so annoying. Hope this summer's better than the last.
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hey Andrew, ya guess it has been awhile since we've chatted it up. sorry bout that, just been getting caught up in my own fUked up life.
and wow, you have a shitload of wierd tests to do for your classes. all ive got it one big one at the end of each class, there aint no SATs or GPAs up here in ol'Canada. but actually they somehow make our final marks into a GPA if we decide to go to the USA for schooling. its all wierd now a days. and yay for me i just bombed yet another calc test a few days ago(as far as i know). life isnt too spectacular out on this end of town, you now the common teen problems, life, love and school. pretty much sums it all up. and i totally get where you coming from on the 'no spare time anymore', its like that is all our life is meant to be now, is work and school. im now finally getting the hang of making time for myself to do my art. i LOVE drawing/sketching and photography. im kinda using a friend of mine to do so, but he understands, i make him bring me to every one of his soccer games, i get to play with my new Nikon and draw as much as i please for like 2 hours, happens twice a week and its a good shedule for me. (funny note, my friends' name is Andrew too haha)
but ya im trying to keep myself busy and whatnot, keep my mind away from the stress of grading and getting a life. this weekend here i got to go on a rafting trip down the Thompson/Fraser Rivers with my grad class and that was some damned amazing stuff!! beautiful out there! some of the mountain sides where of white rocks, and others looked like they had been painted with purples, pinks, oranges, teals and reds!!! phenomenal! so thats been pretty good, and ya i had a miserable last week, so i havent been on here too much, again sorry bout that.
and ya i do have a myspace but i never use it, if you want to email me send it to my spaceman_draino@hotmail.com address. i'll always answer there. ttys!
pura vida,
Jek
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