  Annoyed, yes. Ah, it's that time in every Shiloh students life that we all spend cramming for our exams. Our Midterm exams, the thing that can make your grade, or break your grade. So, right now, I'm sitting here listening to terrible music, and trying to cram info that I have no picked up over 9 1/2 weeks, without any of my notes, infact, without any information pretaining to the two WONDERFUL subjects in which I happen to have these exams in. Both of my core classes, with is like, so great, since they're on the same day. I can't complain too much. I mean, I'm reviewing for L.A.. And stuffing my mind of pointless history. Pointless history on pointless things I'll never need unless I'm on Jeapordy or I'm a histoian.
Which means, God, save me from this class now. We all have those thoughts. But, since these 9 1/2 weeks went by so fast, what's to say the next 9 1/2 won't? Coach Waters, that's who. The satanic teacher that I have been oh-so-lucky to have teach me. As he reminds us daily, making us write long papers on relgions that we really don't care about. Making up do pointless speeches in class, for our peers to kindly sleep though.And then of course, there is the singling out and embrsassment of students, through a method he calls "Roulette".
Sooner or later, I'm going to start playing that. With a gun. It's bad enough he's my World History teacher, making it impossible for me to get an A, he has to be at every Cross Country meet ever. His daughter runs. Comparison is never fun, and when you're slow, it's worse. It's bad enough I suck period, comparison is even worse.
I've already measured up slow to the other 40-something girls on the team, why compare more? Because, it's a torture method. The only perk about this class is having Anna in there with me. See, the thing with that is this. Anna and I had no classes together for the first...3 days. No lunch, we weren't even on halls close together. Then one day, Anna shows up in my first block. And then we have thrid together. We are...happy...about that. Anyway. Hey, write me, and I'll be sure to answer. Gotta Gripe? Please, feel free to share. Ja-na! 
