Bored on a Wednesday
I try my best to stay positive. I try my best to not spiral into that teenaged angsty depression I so desperately do not want to emulate. But finals are annoying, inevitable, but annoying nonetheless. History-- multiple choice was horiffic. Algebra-- those long answer questions kicked my ass, they were impossible, however thank you Mister Muir for considering that I have an incompetent algebra teacher and making most of the test doable. But, dear reader(not you dan, the reader that I actually enjoy talking to) you may have noticed my extreme paranoia. This doesnt not end at the eerie feeling that Ms Eaton and Ms Wortman read my blog, but also in feeling as though I somehow screwed up in these 2 classes. I'm so scared. Ihope I don't fail out, as I do not want to go through the getting back in process again. Back then, I had nothing going for me. I wasn't a good writer even. None of my classes even got near the 80s, except Religion which I ended with a 90. But, now, I'm not stupid. I have strengths and weaknesses. It's just so tough to concentrate on doing well in such dry subjects. I love English, as writing, even just writing an analytical paper, is one of the few things we get to express ourselves with in our school. Essay writing, structured as it may be, allows for a semblance of color to shine through the black and white of a uniformed catholic school. I love Religion. I love being ableto discuss my faith, while still discussing or arguing the importance or over importance of the Catholic Church on society. My faith in a spiritual sense is very important to me. My faith in an institutional sense is not. I loveSpanis. AS crazy as my teacher may be, I enjoy learning and reading about influential Hispanic authors. I love learning about my heritage, I'm Cuban, dear reader. I love reading about Cuba from Jose Marti. His imagery of even a simple palm tree swaying in the breeze along with many other powerful images create a quintessential picture of a prerevolution Cuba. A Cuba that still smelled of sugarcane and people still danced in the street, not because it was a cool thing to do, but because they were allowed to. Ihate Science. It's too dry, too boring. TOO DIFFICULT! It does not compute into my brain, as my brain has been formed into an artsy analytical one. This is the same reason I do not do well with maths. I know for a fact that I will never ever use math, as journalists, English teachers, and Spanish teachers do not use advanced algebra. Algebra is just, empty to me. It's useless, and because I know that, it makes it all the more difficult to concentrate on the math. I hate history. Its not a difficult class, its just so useless and boring. How exciting can a few hundred dead guys be? Not very. I just hope these exams turn out well, I'm paranoid, with reason. As i have realized the uselessness of the subjects I hate.
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