  The things you hear on the bus. Glorious. My English-Nazi (sometimes referred to as a "teacher". Although that implies 'one who teaches', and I have learned nothing this quarter) has set perhaps the most rigorous standards in any class I've ever taken.
On our vocabulary tests, ninety-percent of the class must receive a ninety-percent or better. What happens if, say, sixty-four percent accomplishes this? We take the test over. And over. And over some more. Tomorrow marks our eleventh quiz over the same damn words. My day has not been great. I studied and studied for that damn quiz, which ultimately paid off, but also lead to an even more sleep-deprived me.
I also managed to accomplish nothing in History. Nothing academic, anyway. I talked to Sam about electrolyte-enhanced water and Indie music. All in all, I simply had no desire for real study today. And I am allowed to do that. But I now suffer the consequences. Hello homework! And I've got many a section of notes to copy come tomorrow. Affectionately... Anna 
