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I need to update more.
179 days of school left. Fook. I HATE school. I knew I hated it, but I'd almost forgotten why over the summer. Today, my first day, reminded me of why. I have a quiz tomorrow in English and a writing assignment due tomorrow. My feet are KILLING me because of my Mary Janes. I've never worn them with anything other than socks, and apparently they don't get along with fishnets... my skin is all raw now, but at least I'll never make that mistake again. I'll briefly detail each of my classes.
H. Physics: Doesn't seem too bad. I'm a good math student, and Mr. Martin was pretty cool and very energetic for first period. This class doesn't worry me.
Gym: I have Miss Painter... the Gym nazi. No need to go any further...
H. English III: Miss Bill HAD to have said something to Miss Tunnat (sp?) about me. She knew who I was. I SWEAR. She knew I was Nicolette, she knew to call me Nicki. So tired of getting "Nicole..." I hope she didn't hear only bad things. Never thought Miss Bill liked me, though she did seem really happy to see me today... Anyway, quiz on Gatsby tomorrow!
Creative Writing: Meh, I have a writing assignment to do tonight, and I don't even know what it's supposed to be on. Other than that, that class is fine.
H. U.S. History II: I detest Mr. McBride. Still. There is REASON I dropped his class last year. Talk about nazi... He was in a HORRIBLE mood. Everything he told us I remember him saying on the first day of A.P. I miss Mr. Sabato like crazy. The man is nuts. I wish my computer was newer. Everything for his class has to be typed, and he's one of those pricks that thinks you're making up excuses if your computer broke down. I wouldn't believe it either if I was a teacher, but for that reason, I wouldn't require every night's homework to be typed. That's just insanely unreasonable. "All my quizzes are unannounced. I may warn you about one ahead of time, but only if I'm in a good mood... and I'm NEVER in a good mood." Thanks for warning me.
French IV: ^_^
Trig/Pre-Calc: Mr Young's cool, but why are we starting with Calculus? Guh.
Graphic Arts: Computers. Yey.
That about sums it up. Oh, yeah... and I don't think I can make it to the end of this year. I'm going to need to be institutionalized. *nod*
I finally did it. I broke up with Sam. I called him, and told him, and it was horrible. It felt so much worse than I expected, and I feel almost like it was I who got dumped. I just feel like such a jerk. -.-; He was definitely upset, but he handled it well. I know he'll be okay. He's good about this sort of thing. I'm not going to go into detail about how it all happened. No one really needs to know. I just thought that it was something pretty significant that I needed to log in my journal. I really feel terrible, and it's giving me a sick feeling in my stomach. I can't help but worry that I may have made a mistake, but I think I know that it was the right thing to do. I just hope things don't get too awkward between us.
In other news... there's no way I'm now going to be able to write this composition for Creative Writing: "What I didn't do this summer." There's no way. -.-; I don't even get it. I feel ill thinking about going to school tomorrow.
He's going around telling everyone it was mutual. He called me a bitch because I told him he was in denial. He said, "Even when I dump someone, I let them say it was mutual!" That's weird.
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