Friday, August 26, 2005

  Hey everybody. The second day of school sucked about as much as the first.
On B-days, I have Art II, English, Spanish and Chemistry. I took art 1 last year, and I hated it. Yep, it was so bad that ART was un-enjoyable. Somehow I got myself into round 2 of the art classes, and it looks like it's going to suck. According to the teacher's description of the course and her attitude, it's going to be even more frustrating and pointless then the first Art class, and probably won't teach me anything in the process (just like the first one as well).
I have heard some nasty horror stories about my English teacher. She's going to make us write...and write, and write, and write and write and write and write! But not on anything interesting, oh no. Instead it's going to be research on dead author's who wrote crappy books. So basically she's a reincarnation of my 8th grade English teacher. Plus, we have a "Sophomore Informative-Writing Aptitude Test" or something in this state issued in March. Basically what that does is determine my worth by how I answer one single MASSIVE essay question. Fun fun.
Since I crapped-out on Spanish 1 last year, I have to take it again this year. The teacher seems pretty cool, but it doesn't make Spanish that much easier.
My Chemistry teacher seems OK, and science is my strong-point, but from what I've heard he's pretty merciless with homework.
Combine this with what I said yesterday, and things are looking pretty grim for the Loge-miester. -_-'

Plus, last night my mom started squawking at me for being mad at my brother (who as you know is a total dink). She basically confirmed everything that made me depressed back in late March/early April. You remember that, don't you? About my parents not respecting me, or caring that I tried so hard and survived through my first year at public school, or caring that I started my own Prayer Group or put up with my jerk-wad brother everyday.
She went on this spiel about it "not being worth a thing" because I got angry at my brother for what he said at the dinner-table.
Heh, so it's true. She really doesn't care how hard I try or what I go through. I might as well be smokin' Pot in the attic and skipping school for all she cares. And if she doesn't care what I do, maybe I should stop caring what she thinks. And now she's pretending like nothing ever happened. Just like everything else she flings at me, she just wants me to shut up and accept it.

Now, combine school and my family with the hormones and crushing loneliness, and you can see why I'm depressed.

Well, at least it's the weekend, so I might have time to recuperate from this week's ^@#$&%! and be prepared for next week's ^@#$&%!. Isn't life grand?
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