Things Called Fingers
Sep. 17th, 2004 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vollmusLast night I spent a total of approximately two and a half hours on homework.
Now, don't think I am complaining about my work load, because I'm not--it is completely my fault that I didn't spend time writing my commentary for English at any other time during the week, it is my fault that I left my biology assignment to the last minute (because I absolutely abhor biology and science in general), and it is my fault I didn't do more work on my three-way venn diagram on Wednesday for history.
The great thing about this was that I enjoyed more than half of it, and I finished everything I needed to get done. How awesome is that? While my friends worked on math, history, biology and psych (an elective which I do not have) stuff during lunch, I sat there and looked happy while eating my free chicken burger, drinking my free chocolate milk, and gagging on my free cake that was seemingly made entirely of nuts.
Great thing part two: I went to bed at midnight. Normally when I do two and a half hours of homework, I go to bed around one or two. Midnight is definitely a step up.
Bad thing: I forgot to bring my scriptures to seminary this morning, so I had to actually listen to the lesson instead of teaching myself like I usually do because the teacher is a complete ignoramus. Good thing: I fell asleep, so I only really had to listen to maybe fifteen minutes of stupidity. Score!
Cool thing: My dad told me this morning on the way to school that he liked watching me grow up. According to him, Juli grew up when she was four, and David was definitely not fun to see grow up, because he grew more into anger than anything else for quite awhile. I guess what brought that on was the fact that I wore slight amounts of makeup today that complimented the fabulous scarf I pilfered from my sister's closet because I was cold. I actually felt good about how I looked today, and that was a great feeling. Well, then he continued on to say he was really proud of me, because I was doing well with my job, getting up really early for seminary, and with schoolwork. That made me kind of embarassed, but oh well. I wasn't upset to hear it. (Ha, litotes! Beat that, Mr L!)
After all those cool, bad, good, and great things, classes went really well. I got my skill drill back in math (it's not even due for another week) and I only missed nine (last year my average missed was twenty), I got the feeling that I was definitely going to like Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad in English, French was awesome as usual, my biology presentation went well, art was (like French, as it is with the same teacher) awesome as usual, and history made me feel smart.
All in all, today has been one of those everything-that-happens-just-makes-me-feel-better-about-myself-and-my-chances-of-surviving-the-next-two-years-in-high-school days. It was fantastic.
Now, don't think I am complaining about my work load, because I'm not--it is completely my fault that I didn't spend time writing my commentary for English at any other time during the week, it is my fault that I left my biology assignment to the last minute (because I absolutely abhor biology and science in general), and it is my fault I didn't do more work on my three-way venn diagram on Wednesday for history.
The great thing about this was that I enjoyed more than half of it, and I finished everything I needed to get done. How awesome is that? While my friends worked on math, history, biology and psych (an elective which I do not have) stuff during lunch, I sat there and looked happy while eating my free chicken burger, drinking my free chocolate milk, and gagging on my free cake that was seemingly made entirely of nuts.
Great thing part two: I went to bed at midnight. Normally when I do two and a half hours of homework, I go to bed around one or two. Midnight is definitely a step up.
Bad thing: I forgot to bring my scriptures to seminary this morning, so I had to actually listen to the lesson instead of teaching myself like I usually do because the teacher is a complete ignoramus. Good thing: I fell asleep, so I only really had to listen to maybe fifteen minutes of stupidity. Score!
Cool thing: My dad told me this morning on the way to school that he liked watching me grow up. According to him, Juli grew up when she was four, and David was definitely not fun to see grow up, because he grew more into anger than anything else for quite awhile. I guess what brought that on was the fact that I wore slight amounts of makeup today that complimented the fabulous scarf I pilfered from my sister's closet because I was cold. I actually felt good about how I looked today, and that was a great feeling. Well, then he continued on to say he was really proud of me, because I was doing well with my job, getting up really early for seminary, and with schoolwork. That made me kind of embarassed, but oh well. I wasn't upset to hear it. (Ha, litotes! Beat that, Mr L!)
After all those cool, bad, good, and great things, classes went really well. I got my skill drill back in math (it's not even due for another week) and I only missed nine (last year my average missed was twenty), I got the feeling that I was definitely going to like Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad in English, French was awesome as usual, my biology presentation went well, art was (like French, as it is with the same teacher) awesome as usual, and history made me feel smart.
All in all, today has been one of those everything-that-happens-just-makes-me-feel-better-about-myself-and-my-chances-of-surviving-the-next-two-years-in-high-school days. It was fantastic.
