Italian Bagels

So the Ap Humann Geography exam is coming up in about two weeks. now normally this is considered one of the easier exams, so it should be a breeze. But since our teacher is such an idiot and gives us food days and nature walks even so close to the date of the exam when we are so behind, I am seriously more stressed out about this exam than anything else in my life. That is all I have to say. I'm so mad at Mr. Bagley that I don't even want to spend any energy being mad at him. What a nuisance.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall...

tell me, when am I fairest in the day? Recently I've made a rather surprising discovery that probably no one else would ever care to know. For some odd reason unbeknown to myself, I find that I prefer looking at myself in the mirror more at night than in the morning. The weird thing is, I don't do anything that'll drastically change my appearance during the day. I wear no makeup, don't change my hair, nothing. And yet, I find myself to seem better looking when I look at myself later at night. It's a slightly shocking revelation to me, but then again, what part of me is normal? Again I wonder, what is normal? What is strange? Not for the first time I would love to be able to ask others awkward questions to see if I'm alone in my findings. Maybe there's even a possible correlation between this and the fact that I love staying up so late but hate waking up.. Just an ever so tiny possibility. But probably not. It seems like I'm always trying to connect two completely unrelated things.

End Story

Has anyone ever thought about on the ironic legacy of modern science, which promises to bring progress to humans but is really only speeding the end of the world?

Peanut Butter Sandwich

Dude. I am speechless with awe at how extremely stupid and ignorant our AP Human teacher, Mr.Bagley can continue to be even in the face of death. It been the second time this week that peanut butter has been brought into our classroom. On Monday, one of my classmates with severe nut allergies-meaning she can die within 2 minutes of exposure to nuts, not even touching them or anything-had to leave class because a student had forgotten the other's allergy and began eating cashews. Luckily that time it was caught within seconds. Even so, the allergic student could not return to school until today and today in class her safety buddies smelled a nutty aroma and then saw her paling and start to tremble, which is when they immediately pushed her out of the class. I am told that she would have into apoplectic shock had she been exposed a few seconds longer. While she is recovering and in no danger of dying now, this is unacceptable. This teacher of ours seems not to be able to realize the magnitude of her allergy and continues to treat it as a nuisance while failing to check that no one is bringing nutty items into the classroom. Instead when he started yelling at us today, practically the only thing that came out of his mouth was concern for his new job, telling us that he was going to get fired if we kept these accidents up and that he did NOT want to be shipped of to fight in Afghan. I can understand not wanting to fight, but the class won't take him seriously if all he cares about is keeping his job. No, he needs to impress the fact that someone could seriously DIE from exposure. At this rate, I think the only person in the class who seriously doesn't understand is the teacher. Wow, good job Mr. Bagley. You say you'll "take care" of us? Well go on, don't hold back now, because I haven't seen any of it, either educationally or healthwise.

Clouds

It's such a rainy day outside today. The general mood of things has lowered quite a bit and while I usually like a soft drizzly landscape, today's weather is far it. The clouds seem harsh and endless with rain gushing down like it's trying to drown the world. I love drizzling rain that bathes our yard in a misty glow of sorts. Then when I look out the window it seems as though I'm looking into a fairybook with the perfect setting of spring flowers and mist. The ethereal landscape seems to be so alive and peaceful but also with the perfect hint of mystery. Now though, there is nothing peaceful about black clouds and entire sheets of rain. This rain speaks only of despair, misery, and depression. This is the kind of day that people long for nothing other than to be able to huddle in bed all day, thinking thoughts of nothing and nothing.

Starvation

I just found out that my ballet friends all keep themselves on diets. No wonder they're all slightly skinnier than me. I feel kinda good now that I don't diet and can still maintain my body, but a small part of me that wants to become like them has just found new reason for me to diet as well. If they're all doing it, then won't it be okay for me as well? I know, I know, that's exactly the kind of situation that teachers teach us to avoid at school. "Peer pressure is bad" "Just say no" etc... But even though I know I should do as we were taught, when the situation is real instead of on paper, there seems so much more reason to ignore the teachings and jump on the bandwagon. I'm obviously not going to diet, but that small part of me looks on in hunger for the perfect bodies of my classmates. And we all know how great my will power is, so I suppose the conclusion is once again, we'll just have to wait and see.

Steam

I could rant on and on forever about two of my teachers, who are complete idiots. And I have never called any of my teachers anything bad even if they are just awful, so you can tell that these two are just exceptionally horrible. Mrs. Stewart teaches Magnet Biology when she's really incompetent even for on-level biology classes and Mr. Bagley is our replacement AP Human Geography teacher after the old one had to leave. He hasn't taught this class in 30 years and he talks more on tangents than the actual subject! We talked about PICKLES for HALF AN HOUR in class yesterday. Ugh. Usually I would just deal with it, but the AP exam is in May and we are still on chapter 6 out of 14!!! I want to shake some sense into him but he just keeps on going in his old southern drawl "Ooohh, don't worry about. We'll get there when we get there. Don't worry, that's my job ain't it?". I seriously could right a bahjillion about their faults and idiocy, but I don't want to come off as an extremely hateful person. In fact, I don't even care about Mrs. Stewart's shortcomings, it's really just the AP Exam that has me falling into nervous breakdowns. So what I really wanted to do is just come here and at least express my extreme dislike of their personalities and teaching methods so that I don't lose my sanity. A little piece of me is going to die by the time I finish their classes...