| My day in the form of a poem |
[12 Nov 2004|02:52pm] |
I woke up at 6:30
though my bus comes 10 minutes after
I tried to get up and get dressed quickly
But I needed to go a bit faster...
So
Frazzled and tired I came to school
sat down at my spot
said hi to eric barbye
and began to study a lot
Then
Arianna came and we decided to go
buy tickets to the dance
I bought one for steve even though I haven't
asked him (I had no chance).
Yeah
In English I almost felt sick
in anticipation of my score
because it was 60% of the marking period
it could make me forlorn.
And
Make me forlorn it did, I say
though I totally expected what I got
I got an eighty-something that day
not so bad, not so hot?
Well
I have tons of reasons why it was "hard"
for me to take that test
but for your sake and my sanity
I'll spare you the rest....
Heh
The humorous fact us that I maintained
the same grade for awhile
until yesterday, when that fateful test
robbed me of my style (not smile!)
And Yet
I'm not trying to sound like a grade whore
because this was only one part
of why my day sucked so badly
and why I am a retar...t.
So Then
I headed to Web Development
where we had to take a test
that was incredibly retarded
and I was just a mess.
AnD!
To make it worse, she yelled at us
for saying something like "ok"
she acted like we were bad all along
she made jess sit far away.
Oh yeah.
On the verge of tears I was
because I was so slow
I felt like I might cry that day
because I felt so low.
So
Spanish came and I failed at Scrabble
because I only had O's.
I also got stuff wrong on the worksheet
(go ahead kevin, I'm proving you right, go ahead and feel superior)
Umm...I was feeling morose.
History sucked as usual.
I had to write a lot.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
WHY IS ANGELO HERE!?
So
Chem test was harder than people told me.
Mainly because I was so dead.
Dead and frazzled and tired and sad.
And jealous and ugly and bread.
Way to kill my happiness, life.
I have this complex where people constantly telling me I'm wrong really affects me.
I'm okay with being wrong, but I'm not okay with never being right.
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