I've realized something amazing. Even if I do badly in Intensive Precal, so long as I keep my other grades up, it can't sabotage me so badly that I won't get into a school with a good psychology program--even if that school is UW. And better still, I can try my hardest during my first four years of college, get good grades, be successful, and then apply to my dream college for graduate school--and NOT get screwed over by a pathetic excuse for a math teacher. Stanford may be a stretch, but I'm not going to let myself think that my whole future is ruined because of one stupid high school precalculus class. In fact, for what I want to do with my life, I will need calculus exactly 0% of the time.
Hallelujah.
In other news, I love finding that people actually write well outside the few LJ authors I stalk. It gives me hope for humanity. I also love old British men who make funny faces on national TV. And I love people who spend their time screencapping old British men making funny faces on national TV, because then I can save said screencaps and worship them forever. I'm also starting a new Tale of Epic (this is probably my ten billionth attempt) which will no doubt soon be discontinued, but for now I'm having fun writing, reading, watching, and generally enjoying all forms of Arthurian-esque legend. Actually, Arthurian legend is one of my favorites. Probably because it is basically a lot like every fantasy epic I've ever loved. It may not be deep, meaningful stuff, but it sure is fun.
Though no doubt I should stop having fun and get back to the dreary task of studying for the upcoming Chemistry test. Which I DO need to do well on. Drat.
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You're posting again! YAY.
So what I have to say about the following is this: you would make a bomb psychologist and I had no idea that you wanted to do that! You would kick Catherine Pagano and whats-her-face's (because even though I say high to her every day, I've forgotten her name...it's a testiment of my hate) ass.
Also, this makes Baltzer's comments about you making a good psychologist make more sense.
And I'm very very very very very glad that you've come to this realization. Sure, your teacher's a goon (and definitely not a goonie), but you'll be more than okay. In fact, you'll be fantastic.
And now this comment is wayyyy longer than it was supposed to be. Why does this always happen??????
Okay, now my commenting is out of hand, but is the title an Ender's Game reference? Because if it is...you're awesome.
I just remembered that her name is Meredith :O
Obviously I don't hate her enough.
Hey Schmidt. Do you really say "high" to Meredith every day? Wow. so you're like, "Hi! I'm high!" and she goes "high? well, hi then!"
lol - sad, pathetic, lol
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