seven more days of actual school.
here's the forecast folks...

tuesday may 6
wake up before the sun, drag myself to french where i will mindlessly grade papers of people who can't conjugate or spell or write legibly or any combination of the three. go to art, mess around for an hour and a half working on painting a chair or my stupid boite. go to stats--for once, the class wont be boring as hell since we are having a pre-ap test party. ap stats test for the next four hours...go home, collapse. go to study session for english--nothing is going to get done. pass out fully clothed on bed.

wednesday may 7
wake up early despite off hours to go be harrassed about my abysmal score on mc for physics. then go get further harrassed by ap stats project partner. work frantically to get mountainboard assembled for tech drawing. drool, pass out, and gain concussion in english. work with little terrors. forget hip hop dance. cram for ap lit exam.

thursday may 8
wake up, go take dreaded ap lit test instead of going to favorite class, art. emerge spluttering around noon, go to stats. present stupid project. go to physics and get harrassed for abysmal score on written exam. work with little terrors. stand on toes for 1.5 hours attempting to look graceful. come home, put off sleep for myspace and deviantart.

friday may 9
sleep in FINALLY. assemble mountainboard/zone out listening to ipod in tech draw. stare mindlessly at desk in english--at this point i no longer care. snap at everyone who thinks i know what the hell im doing--i dont. go to yearbook distribution, then to irish where cranky teacher shakes me in an attempt to make me care. attempt fails. hang out with werewolf pal.

monday may 12
grade stupid french papers. go to art, hurry and yell at anyone who interferes with boite project. cram for physics. like that will help. take hell-bound ap physics test and fail. go to 4.5 hours of dance and get yelled at for not 'erforming.' sleep. hw no longer matters

tuesday may 13
sleep in!!!!
thats all i care to describe.

wednesday may 14
blah blah blah present creepy art project amidst stupid exclamations of " oh my god, thats really creepy!" i know. go away to your unrealistic fuzzy world and leave me alone. blah blah blah FUCK SCHOOL.

FIN.

now the question is, will i make it?