Thursday, March 4, 2004

Necessito Papel, De Nada.

SSDD day, SSDD day.

But it's all well. I stayed equally positive throughout the day.

Hm. I'm slacking on writing again. I think I'm still just in awe at "This Note Is Legal Tender" in some sense (or so I can use that as an excuse to myself, anyway). I feel like writing more, but then again, I'm too tired.

Staying up until 2 AM and then getting up at 7-ish AM doesn't help you in anything much.

Man, I'm so sick of school. I'm sure everyone is. So I'll save that weeping card and let it stay in my hand. No reason the throw it out--then you'll act on me, and beat me with a full house or something.

Let's see. Main thing I want to hit is Geometry.

Okay. So I've been paying intent attention in this class, asking questions each day. Translation: I've been trying in this class for about the first time all year.

I did decent on some worksheets a little while ago. Then came the chapter 9 test.

First, the test was on this Monday. Not a good day for a test, but I still felt I was going to rock some house.

Too bad. No such thing happened.

We got our tests back today. I took it from the teacher's hand and looked at it. 68/100. . .68/100. Not too bad, not too bad, but. . .BAD.

I mean. . .I paid attention. I did the whole chapter. I knew my stuff. And I still do this bad? Hm. Either his tests are hard, or it's me. It's me I'd say. I don't have enough confidence in that class. And when you're hit with a test on a Monday, half asleep, you sort of just do it. . .and hope for the best.

I still think I should've done way better. That's just great. . .I have a 67.1 % in the class. I had wanted this test to raise it to a C. But, I am denied.

Denied.

67.1 % is close to a C though. His grading scale is 50, 60, 70, 80, 90. F, D, C, B, A, respectively. I should be able to get a C. Still would rather have a B. . .

I don't care about my grades and I do. I understand that if I want to get to a college, a good one, I need good grades. Bleh. I wish I had easier classes. . .but on another hand I'm glad I have hard ones.

I'm an intense slacker. I don't put much effort into anything.

My last year classes were so much easier in comparison to the ones I have this year. Last year's Math I had at least a B the whole way through, and I never had homework. Last year's science actually made sense and was easy, and I liked the teacher; I also had a B all through the year, at least. Last year's classes were just easy. . .there's nothing else to say.

I had homework mostly never. And if I did, it was easy. And I had B's and A's in all my classes.

This year. This year's a different story.

First semester of this year was easy. . .but Geometry was still hard. But last semester I didn't have Chemistry, like I do now. I mostly had homework in Latin and Geometry last semester.

But this semester. . .it doesn't fail. I come home. I have Chemistry, Latin, Geometry for homework. I usually do the Geometry first, because I loathe it so much. Latin I've come to the point where I was with Spanish last year. . .I don't care about what I'm doing, and so I don't put effort in, and so I don't learn the vocab, and whatever case, tense, conjugation, declension, we're learning. And so I sluff off even more.

It's funny though. . .on the last test in Latin I got a B. That was pretty awesome.

Latin's still pretty easy. The teacher does things in ways that are easy for me. . .so I'm still doing well in there. Last time I checked my grade was a C-, but I'm sure it's changed to at least a C, if not a C+.

As for Geometry. . .as I've mentioned innumberable times: I think if I had a different teacher the class would be easier. But that wouldn't necessarily be a good thing. Then I wouldn't really learn anything.

But then again, I'd have a good, easy grade that would look good on my GPA and report card.

I'm such a lazy bastard.

The reason why I know if I had a different teacher Geometry would be easy is because I've seen how my Geometry teacher, Mr. Kosse, runs the class.

He grades bare. He doesn't grade much at all. He only grades things on sparse occasions. And because of this, when he assigns assignments, you don't do them. You get lazy. It's the "Why should I even do this when I'm not getting graded?" thing. It's a horrible mentality, but I have better things I'd like to do than sit at my house for about an hour doing, of all things, Geometry. I just hate doing it. But I still keep postitive about it. I still do it most of the time.

And, since you get lazy and half-ass some assignments, don't even do others, you don't learn. And when you don't learn and test time comes. . .or he gives you a pop quiz, or he gives you worksheets to do. . .you're screwed.

At least you don't have to be a virgin in this case, right? Yes. And also, you get to be screwed in by a screw driver.

This is one of the things I hate about his class. It forces me to actually try, or else get a bad grade as I deserve. I guess it's fair, but I'm an uncaring, care-the-hell-less person about Geometry and Math in general. I see it as I know how to do most Algebra, and I can count change and make it out easily enough. I see this as I'm ready to go. I can tackle most things in real life situations involving math.

of course, if I wanted to build a shed. . .or perhaps a dresser, I would need Geometry. But screw that. That's what architects and carpenters are for. Let them do it. I'd rather pay them to do it than do it myself. It's easier and I don't have to do anything but pay money. And who cares if it's cheaper to do it yourself. . .I certainly don't.

Back to how he runs the class. From time-to-time he'll give you worksheets as homework. This means he's going to grade them, and so you have to have them done the next day.

He gives you these worksheets about once every chapter. And that's about all he grades for the chapter, other than the test. . .unless there's quizzes in between, or some other things.

And the thing that really annoys me about these worksheets? He doesn't grade them on completion, but rather, he grades them on if you showed your work and if you got the right answer.

Most Math teachers I've had have never done this. It's just grades based on completion. It was so easy that way.

I may sound like I'm complaining. . .but I'm not. I've understood this is just how things are in this class. But I see that I could have an easier way through Geometry. . .and I did try to take that way.

As you might recall, when second semester came around, I decided, "Hey, I'm sick of Geometry. I got a C in it second quarter of first semester. I'm going to try and take Informal Geomeetry. That'll be easy and worth the same credit."

But, after going to my counseler, I found my schedule was locked in place, like a lock without a key; I couldn't changed it because of Newspaper. Newspaper is only third period, and so, I couldn't get a different Geometry class. . .not even a different teacher for regular Geometry.

It's fine though. I'm working through it. I do my assignments each and every day in Geometry, as much as a torture it is (I feel now that Geometry is what death feels like. Cold and calculating and full of theorems and postulates that you have to memorize. . .and full of an endless plethora of unmagnanimous shapes and sizes, and angels (I misspelled it the first time. It's supposed to be angles. I'm just running through here editing. We'll let it stay) and rays, and arcs and diaganols. And maybe I'm right), and this isn't going to get me down. I'm going to tame this beast. It'll be like Bell in Beauty and the Beast. . .

Chemisty. Don't even get my started there.

I did do good on that Polyatomic quiz though, amazingly. Pretty good for not studying. I can say, with confidence, I'm proud of myself. Only eight wrong out of thirty-three. 25/33.

That's with barely studying, too. Yay.

English. . .that class is a joke this week. I'm already done reading Night, and so, I have nothing to do. But we watched this video that showcased footage from the Holocaust. It was strange. . .I had this feeling I'd seen it somewhere else, but then again, I had this feeling I hadn't.

Clashing mammoths, eh? Yeah. Too bad mammoths are extinct. Those tusks were long. Long as a tree reaching t'ward the sky, its branches like a conglamation (I made that word up!) of arms and hands flaying in the open naked breeze.

Hm. I think this will work for my 2,000 words? Yeah, I'm sure.

I have more crap to say. . .but, it's time to go to sleep here soon.

Valimos!


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