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Friday, March 19, 2004
Karma Police
Well, I sure failed that Geometry test. . .
I was in a reserved mood when I took it. Extremely indifferent, extremely uncaring, not wanting to even concentrate. I couldn't concentrate.
I feel crushed.
What if I fail this class?
Then I get to take it next year!!
Hopefully with a different teacher that doesn't make it so you actually have to learn this crap that I could care less about.
One day, I'm gonna grow wings
a chemical reaction
hysterical but useless
hysterical and
Let down and hanging around
crushed like a bug on the ground.
Let's see. Test is 100 points. No. I don't think that's going to keep my grade at a D where it stands. D- maybe? Or maybe I actually did get it to a C and now it's going to work, going down to a D?
I don't even want to say anything. I can't even put what I feel like in words.
It feels like my heart has been ripped out, all the veins broken, the capillaries broken, the vena cava broken.
Karma police,
I've given all I can
it's not enough
I've given all I can
but we're still on the payroll.
I'll get through this, hopefully.
But, next tuesday is the Quarter Test in Geometry. . .but, we can use 4 notecards. Those notecards are about as helpful as nothing, the way Mr. Kosse does the tests. Doing the tests he gives us is like trying to decipher a complex language you've never heard nor know how it works, and being forced to do that.
Fitter, happier, more productive. . .
Stupid school always gets me in a bad mood.
Oh well. It is Friday. Things aren't as hard as they seem.
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