Yeah, I wish. Oh, my God. Is it seriously only Tuesday? You've got to be kidding me. It feels like it should be the weekend already. This sucks. This week is going to be craaaaaazy. My dad's in Mexico on a mission's trip so it's just me, Mom and my sister here in the States this week. It also happens to be the last week of basketball. Praise the Lord. Tonight is pretty much the last game of the seaon [the last on is actually on Thursday, but it's just the JV boys that get to play, so it doesn't count. They'll probably lose anyway.] so I'm uber excited that that's going to be over. Hopefully my school will kick butt tonight. [Hopefully.]
That aside, I have to work more nights this week. Instead of just teaching, I have to work the desk Friday because the guy who's usually at the desk has to go pick up his son from college, so I get the joy of sitting in the office for hours on end with nothing to do. I guess I could get on the computer, but I'd feel guilty sitting on Facebook for three hours while I'm supposed to be making sure people don't like run off with the money, or steal merchandise, or some other drastic thing like that. Though, I'd probably welcome that because nothing interesting ever happens when I work the desk. Last time I did, one person called and then some kid needed a band-aid, and I just sat there reading for two and 1/2 hours. Anyways, I get to do that all again this week. Huzzah.
My brain is on overload from Chemistry class, because it's math and my brain doesn't like math. I don't necessarily suck at it--wait...who the heck am I kidding? Yes, I do suck at it; but still. I hate not knowing the answer, so that class KILLS me. The only good class I have this semester is Spanish, and Spanish is just plain awesome. Psychology is one of those classes that I just want to like purposefully make myself bleed in just to make things interesting. My teacher fianlly caught on that we don't pay attention in her class. It took her long enough, like half of the back row of students just pulls out a book and sits it right on top of our psych books and reads during that class. So now we're banned from reading in that class. I was pissed. What else am I supposed to do for an hour and a half when that class makes me want to have a fake seizure just for something entertaining. She can take away my books, but if I want to write and make it look like I'm taking notes there ain't nothin' she can do about that. So there.
Wow, this has been a really long post. Holy cow. I'm trying to keep you guys posted on my rather boring, friendless, pathetic existence. Oh well.
