English Period.

What's this?

I'm typing out a blog during English when I should be researching about The Harlem Renaissance?

Oops.

Whatever, I don't believe anyone is actually doing what they are supposed to be doing anyway. Wait, that's a lie. The girl sitting next to me is actually doing her work... What a good kid.

It's been a while since I last updated on here, but not all that much has happened recently so there hasn't been any reason to post anything. I suppose I could talk about school, I mean, I'm in one right now, it only seems appropriate. Our second semester began a few weeks back and my schedule changed quite a bit. Instead of Introduction to Art, I'm now taking Draw and Design, I took Spanish last semester, and now I'm taking English (Am I the only one that sees the slightest amount of irony in that?), last semester I ended with History, this semester I finish up the day with Algebra 2. I'm pretty happy with the changes, all except for one thing. I was excited for the new semester because I would finally be through with History, well, to my disappointment, my new English class actually turned out to be just another History class... With more reading tacked on to it. LAME. But I guess it isn't so bad... I mean, I'd rather be reading To Kill a Mocking Bird than taking endless notes about World War 2. I don't like wars. Or killing. Or protective birds. But that's another story entirely. Maybe I'll talk about that sometime.

Shit. Class is nearly over. I'll continue this at home tonight.

~More Than One Day Later~

I just read over what I've written so far and... Well, I don't really feel like adding anything else. Wait, no. I never really concluded the above paragraph. I'm going to do that now...

Let's see... Oh! I know what to write.

School sucks.

Zeros?

My grades aren't bad.

Mostly B's.

B's don't stand for "Bad," they stand for "Better-than-average." I don't understand why my mother is upset with me. I'm better than the average person. Actually, I could be way better... If it wasn't for being so lazy. I just need to turn in my stuff. Especially History. I have a D in that class...

Moreover, I have two zeros in Art. I checked on the internet to see what I was missing and I think my art teacher is totally blind. Both of the things that I'm "missing" are in the front pocket of my sketchbook; right next to the thing he did grade. I don't get it. I have three things in the front pocket. He graded the one that was behind the things I was "missing."

What was the teacher thinking? Let's take a gander, shall we?

"Doo-di-doo-di-doo. I'm an art teacher, yeah... I'm gradin' art stuff, yeah... I have funny grey hair, yeah... Let's see, oh, Wyatt's Sketchbook; he has nice work, but I'm not going to say that because I hate him for no damn reason. I'm just going to point out all of his flaws instead. Doo-di-doo-di-doo. I need to grade three things from him. Doo-di-doo-di-doo. Hmm... I wonder where it is. Oh! I know, I'll check the front pocket of his sketchbook because that's where I told everyone to put their papers. -- What's this? There are two pieces of paper here blocking my way to the thing in the back that I need to grade. I'll just move the papers without looking at them, grade the thing in the back, and put the papers back. *Phew* Now I'm glad that's over... Huh, Wyatt didn't do two of his assignments. Shame on him. F('s)! Doo-di-doo-di-doo..."

Whatever. I'll point out his grading flaws and then I'll be happy.

HAPPY.

Current Frustrations...

I'm upset.
But it's not because of the regular stuff people get upset about, no. Normal people would be like, "Huh. Whatever." and they'd just shrug it off and go get answers from somebody else. Cheating. I'm tired of doing that. Cheating. I used to do it all the time, but I don't want to anymore. The problem is, I'm a stubborn fucknugget. When I actually need help, I won't take it because "I need to do it on my own" and I'm just digging myself further and further into this hole. This hole is going to be my future grave. Actually, it's not. I'm going to be cremated, but that's besides the point.
I cannot grasp topics easily. Wait, let me rephrase that; I have to try a lot harder to gain the possession of logical knowledge, you know, the stuff with only ONE correct answer. I'm a smart kid, I am, but when it comes to math and formulas and science and stuff that doesn't have anything to do with using the right side of my brain, I'm instantly fucked. F-U-C-K fucked. And I hate it. The only thing that I have going for my left side is the ability to think rationally. Screw logistic thoughts. Who needs those? That's why I dislike school. They always favour left-sided modes of thinking, and totally downplay the right-sided ones. It's not fair. The damn schools are making kids look retarded because they force students to take classes that these students are not good at. I think they're hoping they can help us improve. I hope they will soon realize that they're doing it all wrong. People being forced to do something will not want to do the thing they were forced to do that much more. It's like, the rebellion instincts inside of all human beings.

Sigh... I'm just annoyed that I can't do the Chemistry homework.
And it's getting late.
And I'm not ready to go to school.

Bleh.