Summer '12: The Beginning

“Summer is kind of like the ultimate one-night stand: hot as hell, totally thrilling, and gone before you know it.”

    

2012.
A year of...well, nothing really. Nothing major has really happened this year, but let's hope that Summer 2012 is 'that time of the year'. My summer was SUPPOSED TO consist of beach days, 22 hour naps, panda band, reckless driving, and partying so hard that I forgot what I did that night AND the night before. BUT OF COURSE, we can't have everything right? To be specific, I can't have anything. I'll be in summer school until June 29th in hell oblivion Geometry. I hate math, but I made the conscious decision for my future college career that I need to get to Calculus; but in order to get from A-Z, you've got to survive the LMNOP. Thus, me spending eight hours for four weeks, learning about perpendicular lines, polygons, and shapes that don't exist yet I'm supposed to assume for the sake of this class, that they do in SOME universe out there that I, quite frankly, DON'T care about. But whatever, since I'm on week two already, I guess I'll survive.

   But as soon as summer school ends, I've got a license, a car, and a wallet full of cash.
   .....Let's get wasty pants.

Exam pt.3

Honestly, I've never been so anxious about studying about exams. Like, it's not like I don't know the information...(I don't) but it's like, preparing & trying to cram all these different subjects into my mind at once is killing my psyche. It's like every one of my teachers think their class is the ONLY class I've been taking all semester.





Religion- I love God, let's get that straight. Jesus is my Messiah and Savior, along with being the Big Man's only Son. I got that. The Holy Spirit did its thang and came down on the 12 Apostles on Pentecost. Crystal clear. Honestly, I feel like that's all I need to know for this exam and I'll be pretty prepared. Well, along with my natural intellect. But seriously, I never knew there was so much depth to the Bible, enough that I a) have to take a class, b) have a full on study guide, and c) have a final exam. WHY? And as if vocabulary (the school's sick idea of fusing classes together) wasn't enough, we have to be able to identify Bible passages, their writers, and their genres. If I don't study Since I won't study, I'm gonna hope God'll help me wiji board the exam.

English- This has been one of my favorite classes all year.....until testing time. I hate every test in this class (not the class, just these stupid, impossible tests). Like, the detail these questions ask seem like they were picked out by English scholars FOR English scholars, NOT high schoolers. Such as "What does the color of the curtain in chapter 14 symbolize?" "THE BOOK HAD MORE THAN 3 CHAPTERS?!" I mean, I get that because it's an HONORS class, they expect us to be able to answer  these questions...shit, half the kids IN honors have been riding the cheating wagon all the way to the finish line since middle school, so lower these supposed 'expectations'. The hardest part, hands down, will be poetry. We studied it for two weeks, yet it'll be two thirds of our exam. Super. Give us an hours and fourty-five minutes to analyze poems about GOD KNOWS WHAT with references to historical events and animals and the zombie apocalypse and such. But it's fine, it's not like I WANTED to stay in honors or anything, no biggie.

Exams pt. 2

Honestly, I've never been so anxious about studying about exams. Like, it's not like I don't know the information...(I don't) but it's like, preparing & trying to cram all these different subjects into my mind at once is killing my psyche. It's like every one of my teachers think their class is the ONLY class I've been taking all semester.




World History- Consider your ass OWNed. I've got this one in the bag. It's like all the bull I've put up with this year has finally paid off to this very exam. All the different time eras, the countries, the monarchs, the empires, and other useless information I've memorized all year will come to good use. My only complaint: HIS DAMN PACKET. I absolutely hate packets with a burning passion; and it's not like I'm talking about a little 2 page front&back..NO, I'm talking the Big Momma of Packets. Seriously, I'd rather attempt to drink gasoline than fill out this twelve page packet. On top of that, you expect for it all to be on the final exam. Like, daaaaamnnnnm, cut me some slack; we all know I'm getting an A regardless...besides, I've got other things to do with my life....like blogging, eating, and sleeping.

Spanish- I honestly need to take a step back and help you visualize how much I HATE this class. Honestly, this is stupidity in one of its ugliest forms. I'm considerable good at Spanish and take pride in it, up until my teacher decides that no one is allowed to have an A in her class. ANOTHER DAMN EXAM PACKET. I swear, this whole death by asphyxiation doesn't sound too bad when you present me with this FIFTEEN PAGE PACKET. Actually it sounds pretty fucking sweet. At least I can chill in Heaven; yup, where God doesn't give packets. But like, I've got the same problem that almost every language student has: the different tenses. But hell, I'll get over it, it'll be semi-easy, and I only need a 36% to pass. Lawlz.