Just like Jenna Hamilton, I figured that my blog does not get a lot of attention. This used to upset me when I first started blogging. I wanted to recognized and applauded quiet selfishly actually. Oh well, now I've embraced it. I feel a little more brave talking to the three people that actually read my blog. The fact that some of you are strangers scares me less. It's my friends that scare me. I hate judgement.
I had a pretty normal Monday. It's the start of exam week - whoopdi freaking doo. The messed up thing is that for some reason, the administration decided that exam week was the perfect week to schedule a writing assessment. This happy little announcement means that I'll only be visiting about half of my classes for the next two days which means that I'll get half the study time I need for those classes for exams. So awesome.
More ranting starts now. I know this sounds like a horrible thing to say and I'll probably end up seeming like a really conceited and mean person, but a lot of times at school I feel that I'm more mature than the majority of the kids in my classes. Even my AP English class which I expected would cater to serious, hard-working students. That's about half the class. My newspaper production class is the worst, though. I get so annoyed with the new kids in that class so easily. I figured, hey, we're all sophomores and juniors, we should be mature enough to manage our time to get our work done, be respectful to other people working and be aware of your surroundings. I guess I was wrong... So many excuses are made, so many people with such entitlement issues... It makes me want to rip my hair out. I feel like a mean person... I'm not, I swear. But I do have little patience. It's funny, I have more patience for younger kids because I expect them to not know any better. But we're all in high school. We're practically adults. It's just ridiculous. End rant.
I got home to an empty house. That's not unusual. I'm not complaining though, I don't mind it. I can eat junk food and take a nap without anyone breathing down my neck. And my dogs are pretty nice company until they wake up from they're nap ready to go to some business outside and I'm still half asleep from my nap. Still not complaining.
So anyway, my mom called me when I got home. She was waiting in traffic coming back from buying Christmas presents. She was in a particularly good mood. She tends to be when she's super productive without being a work. So we talked for like a half hour on the phone about my day, about hers, about my brother's Christmas presents, exams, etc. It was nice. We're pretty close but I don't see her very much because of work. It really makes me sad. But she'll be home tonight preparing fried chicken and other fixins while I'm in my room pretending to study when I'm really just posting all of this here...
#mylife