The Forsaken
Mar. 29th, 2004 03:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vollmusI hate history. I really do.
Okay, so I don't. But seriously, my history class really pisses me off sometimes. What is with Mrs S and essay exams? Essay exams, combined with ID terms, which are reaaallly long definitions?! Goddess.
I'm very angry lately. I don't know why. I mean, I've been listening to a ton of country music for merlin's sake. It's not the kind of music that makes one angry, ya know?
All this feigned stress is really getting to me. I mean, I have a couple of projects to work on, but it's really no big deal. I mean, I shouldn't be worrying about them, because I know I won't be doing them until the night before anyway. But everyone freaks out and is all, omg we are sooo busssyyyy, so I feel like I have to, you know? But really, nothing is that hard, just annoying, as long as it is soemthing that can be completed outside of class.
I have to add that detail because presentations are hell. No matter what. I had a killer speech written for my debate in history, but I was scared out of my mind and practically rocking and hugging myself for 2+ days before it. It doesn't matter how good whatever I'm presenting is. Presentations will always kill me.
Anyway. I have this theory about spring break. It's evil. Because teachers pile on all these projects, you know, that take awhile to do and are really annoying and you just want to die when you're working on it, just so they can grade them without having students nagging them about giving them their grades.
So spring break isn't evil in itself, but with teachers added to the equation, it has to be. A great big ole' skull is added to the picture of size 0 36D cup females playing volleyball at the beach with guys with tanned six-packs (or, for people more like me, computer geeks with hair falling into their eyes, oh yesh). And the skull ruins all the fun that might have been possible.
Okay, so I'm absolutely bloody insane..
Okay, so I don't. But seriously, my history class really pisses me off sometimes. What is with Mrs S and essay exams? Essay exams, combined with ID terms, which are reaaallly long definitions?! Goddess.
I'm very angry lately. I don't know why. I mean, I've been listening to a ton of country music for merlin's sake. It's not the kind of music that makes one angry, ya know?
All this feigned stress is really getting to me. I mean, I have a couple of projects to work on, but it's really no big deal. I mean, I shouldn't be worrying about them, because I know I won't be doing them until the night before anyway. But everyone freaks out and is all, omg we are sooo busssyyyy, so I feel like I have to, you know? But really, nothing is that hard, just annoying, as long as it is soemthing that can be completed outside of class.
I have to add that detail because presentations are hell. No matter what. I had a killer speech written for my debate in history, but I was scared out of my mind and practically rocking and hugging myself for 2+ days before it. It doesn't matter how good whatever I'm presenting is. Presentations will always kill me.
Anyway. I have this theory about spring break. It's evil. Because teachers pile on all these projects, you know, that take awhile to do and are really annoying and you just want to die when you're working on it, just so they can grade them without having students nagging them about giving them their grades.
So spring break isn't evil in itself, but with teachers added to the equation, it has to be. A great big ole' skull is added to the picture of size 0 36D cup females playing volleyball at the beach with guys with tanned six-packs (or, for people more like me, computer geeks with hair falling into their eyes, oh yesh). And the skull ruins all the fun that might have been possible.
Okay, so I'm absolutely bloody insane..
