Way Out Basie can go to hell and die. In that order.
My worksheet can follow it.
School is hurting me. Physically. Seriously. I just busted up my chops playing that song for a taped test, and I still have one more song to go.
My worksheet is just stupid. I refer you to this rule.
Yeah, I’m complaining, and this probably has no direct meaning to you. So what? There have been so many times I’ve wanted to complain lately, but I didn’t write it up. You’ll just have to put up with this rare occurance.
I KNO!!! I used to have to sit there in math class and listen to the teacher reapeat the questions and answers and go through the whole process ten times for some idiot girls who talked the whole time she was doing it the first time and then I’d still have to do like the entire chapter, which probably wouldn’t have taken so long, but I, being young and stupid decided to bitch moan and complain the whole time and ended up only doing enough so that it looked like i did and sat in the back, of course, that was if i did it. I HATE hw. and I think it all started with my sixth grade teacher… well,I won’t go into detail, but I’m telling you, BITCH, with a capital b that one was. I was tutoring my friends and practically doing their work and when i did mine I’d STILL get a lower grade then they did. To this day I have to tutor my friends and do my brothers’ work and projects. It’s my own fault i suppose tho, I just want to help and then i end up doing their work instead of mine, because I decided to take a friggin stand, only none of my friends were brave enough to quit hw as well, bloody cowards same thing when the friggin cheer leaders and drugies tried to take our table at lunch. I decided to stay while everyone left. That lasted a total of two minutes before i was in danger of a serious ass kicking for saying the wrong stuff to the wrong people. I guess I could use a little more deplomacy and choose my battles better, but they desearved what i said! and I do choose pretty decent battles I think. What was my point? o yea, anyway, so I basically keep my head just above water in math each year, even tho I ace the tests and kick ass on the regents and all, But that may also be in part to the fact that I’m a top notch test taker, especially multiple choice, but then again, that’s a dead give away. I feel bad for my best friend tho because she does all the hw, participates in all my dumb rebelions and portests and still does badly on tests, we average out on the same level in the end, but Im usually a bit higher than she is, poor thing, especially with the bitch of a mother she had and i do hate her bigoted stubborn jack ass brother that everyone used to claim I’d date when i got older (I laughed then and I laugh now) but the way their mother picks at him and they fight, well lets just say i understand why she’s so eager to be out. Anyway, get this I decided i didn’t want to do the work for ap and everyone knows I slack off, but the teacher, the guidance councelor and get this, MY MUM won’t even back me up when I asked to transfer into the honors which is next door at the same period, they keep giving me this lame excuse that the class is full but rebecca (my best friend) keeps me informed and updated and she says that there are still empty seats and kids keep transfering into outa the ap and getting their whole schedule rearanged and switching into that class. They keep telling me that I’m gifted, but just have a different way of learning, which is bogus, I’m a lazy honors slack off, the kind of kid that all the teachers hate cuz they can never catch off gaurd, I used schock the hell outa my old math teacher. anyway I gotta go, It’s freezing (this early in the year, can you beleive it? btw, it’s october) god it’s too early to be in the mid 40s, this is end of october weather!