I Had a Dream

I really did. It was a rather frightening dream. For me, anyway... Pathetic for others. I dreamt that Mr. Peterson made us take the chapter 26 test the day we got back from break, without telling us we would have it that day. Of course, no one had actually read the thing. I wrote an essay about how much I disliked Peterson and how much of a jerk he was and handed it in. Amazingly, we got our scores back that very same hour. The highest grade in the class was 11%. I don't think it was even me... So, what did I do today? Started reading the chapter. This one is going quickly, because it's events leading up to WWI. All through reading I kept visualizing a giant Risk board...

Oh, and in that dream Tirth was mad at me because I let our knowledge bowl team down over something. Apparently I was trying to beg my way into a better Euro grade and missed practice, or something like that. After that, Albrecht was hunting me down for something. Sra. Maine may have been after me, too, because she was angry I can't tutor the Tomlinson girl. Feel free to tell me I need a life.

Anyway, today was my homework day. I wrote my spanish essay and typed it. I looked at the question for the lang essay, wanted to cry, reread the two stories, and started writing. Still wanted to cry two pages in when I realized it was all pointless. It was more of a violent reaction than wanting to cry, actually. I wanted to burn it and the two readings. I'll be typing that tomorrow. I almosted regretted not doing an outline or some form of planning, because there was so much to cover. I never do outlines. Occasionally I'll jot down a rough thesis and main ideas, but generally I just go with the flow. With this lovely essay I wandered all over the place, hoping to catch everything I needed to, and using words from the question to make it seem like I'd said something useful or important. Yep. I wonder how I always get good grades...

I'm bored again. So bored I may go read more Euro chapter, because it doesn't look like we got our half-baked bowling and Applebee's plot moving. No one has called me, at least. Still in my pajamas at 7:17 pm. Ah well. It's kind of nice to not go anywhere.

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Sara!