First time crying in second semester = today.
The moral of the story is supposed to be that you work really hard, do all the work, and over come your obsticles. Thats what it's supposed to be, but I keep trying hard and doing all the work and I keep failing. I don't know what to change, and it's really frustrating. Not to mention that everyone thinks that I have the mental stability of a teacup teatering on the edge of a table. I guess I can kiss Senior Prefect good-bye. Not that I seriosuly considered- never mind.
I have no plans for this weekend because everyone had to go and be proactive and actually take the SATs before April 1st. Oh well. I guess I can sit at home and fastforward and rewind The Shawshank Redemption looking for cuts. Sounds exciting.
AHHHHH! Why is my life so boring? The most interesting life is Trigonometry! I need a new hobby besides complaing about my life on a blog that no one knows about.