I've figured out why I've been so depressed the last few days. Aunt Flo's a bitch pain every month.
It's not nice and lady-like to cuss.
So, I've been having problems with Calculus class lately. Mme. Kennedy, my Calculus AB teacher from last year, is very helpful, but I don't have time to ask her for help. Like, I get it when she does it on the board, but when she explains it to me one-on-one, I just hear a bunch of "secant" and "tangents'' and numbers, which signal to my brain to shut down. Numbers and directions are almost always stimulants for the brain to wander somewhere else. Before, I was staying behind after school for an hour to work on my Calculus homework because God knows I don't do it once I get home. I always have a really schedule for the day that I throw away the moment I step in the house. But now that I'm tutoring M. Hashime (for $10 an hour, four times a week), I have to do my homework at home, something that I've been doing very conscientiously. I am so proud of myself for that.
Anyways, today, there's a new boy in my English class. At first, I don't really realize that he was new. I just thought that he needed to talk to Mme. Berman and was from another period. I am spacing out (a habit that I really need to quit) and when I come to, I see him smiling at me. He's really cute and of average height. His name is M. Brucker. He looks new to the school, but I guess he's been here first semester. He's jock, though, and I'm kind of iffy about that. Mlle. Johnston agrees with me about him being cute and comments on how nice his abs must be since he's a jock. That girl needs to stop being so obsessed with nice abs. Mme. Berman sits him on my side of the class at the end, far, far away from me and Mlle. Johnston. The other girls check him out constantly during class. Mme. Berman brought cookies to class, and we got to eat them. She called out our names and said really nice things to each one of us. She compliments me on my intelligence and my lovely outfits, and Mlle. Johnston on her ballerina-ness.
I'm so glad that I'm taking more College Prep classes this year. Advance Placement boys are nerdy and boring. College Prep boys are cute--too bad they lack the grey substance.
I hope mine and M. Brucker's path cross in the very, very near future. Before prom, hopefully.
I also found out that Mlle. Johnston smokes regularly--although she claims to have tame her smoking habits and decrease the regularity of intake. She knows it's bad, but she likes doing it. God, what am I going to do with that girl. She's eighteen, so it's legal. I can't believe she smokes--she has teeth way whiter than mine and I have never smoked and never ever ever will.
It's not nice and lady-like to cuss.
So, I've been having problems with Calculus class lately. Mme. Kennedy, my Calculus AB teacher from last year, is very helpful, but I don't have time to ask her for help. Like, I get it when she does it on the board, but when she explains it to me one-on-one, I just hear a bunch of "secant" and "tangents'' and numbers, which signal to my brain to shut down. Numbers and directions are almost always stimulants for the brain to wander somewhere else. Before, I was staying behind after school for an hour to work on my Calculus homework because God knows I don't do it once I get home. I always have a really schedule for the day that I throw away the moment I step in the house. But now that I'm tutoring M. Hashime (for $10 an hour, four times a week), I have to do my homework at home, something that I've been doing very conscientiously. I am so proud of myself for that.
Anyways, today, there's a new boy in my English class. At first, I don't really realize that he was new. I just thought that he needed to talk to Mme. Berman and was from another period. I am spacing out (a habit that I really need to quit) and when I come to, I see him smiling at me. He's really cute and of average height. His name is M. Brucker. He looks new to the school, but I guess he's been here first semester. He's jock, though, and I'm kind of iffy about that. Mlle. Johnston agrees with me about him being cute and comments on how nice his abs must be since he's a jock. That girl needs to stop being so obsessed with nice abs. Mme. Berman sits him on my side of the class at the end, far, far away from me and Mlle. Johnston. The other girls check him out constantly during class. Mme. Berman brought cookies to class, and we got to eat them. She called out our names and said really nice things to each one of us. She compliments me on my intelligence and my lovely outfits, and Mlle. Johnston on her ballerina-ness.
I'm so glad that I'm taking more College Prep classes this year. Advance Placement boys are nerdy and boring. College Prep boys are cute--too bad they lack the grey substance.
I hope mine and M. Brucker's path cross in the very, very near future. Before prom, hopefully.
I also found out that Mlle. Johnston smokes regularly--although she claims to have tame her smoking habits and decrease the regularity of intake. She knows it's bad, but she likes doing it. God, what am I going to do with that girl. She's eighteen, so it's legal. I can't believe she smokes--she has teeth way whiter than mine and I have never smoked and never ever ever will.
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