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Prom was Saturday
and I hate Skosh.
True story.

I hate school so much. Seriously.
My classes are
1st block--dual and individual
2nd block--AP calculus AB
3a--band
3b--German III
4th block--senior leadership

Gahhhhh!
I'm the only senior in my gym class and the rest of the people are stoners...well...most of them. I'm pretty sure the one stoner boy gave me the nod the other day.
I came out of the locker room and he was all like, "I smell vanilla." All I said was, "Oh, that's my perfume."
Then he gave me the nod, and I walked away...then he said something I didn't understand.

Barf.

Calculus is a joke. I'm not taking the AP test, but Mr. Duerr gives us a practice test every day. It's pointless for me to do them. Especially when I only get 10 right on each one.
Pff.

Senior Leadership is the biggest waste of my time. Seriously. I kid you not. She talks at us for an hour and 20 minutes and then goes, "Oh I get so tired of talking."
Duh. We get tired of listening to you.
Then she yells at us for laughing. No joke.
She tells us these stupid, random stories...like how her roommate in Boston used to soak her hemroids in her roasting pan.

Seriously...why do I need this class to graduate?

I get to go to Body World on Wednesday!
I'm kinda mad because there are some people who are going just to go.
I am going because I think it is interesting, and I want to be a doctor.

Yeah.
So I hate it whenever somebody asks me what I plan to do with my life.
I say, "I want to be a doctor."
Then they are like, "Oh, that's a lot of work." And then start talking about how I will fail at life.

So I took my college placement tests Saturday before prom. I met this guy who was coordinating the tests for Marshfield. He asked me. I told him.
He was happy for me and started telling me about different classes I can take.

This man didn't know me, but he had more faith in me than people who actually know me.
There's something wrong with this picture.
My own pastor at church doesn't have faith in me getting through medical school.
These people are making me question what I expect from myself.

Screw them.
I have a back-up plan.
If I cannot handle it, I'll transfer to a tech school and become either a surgical technician or an anestheseologist's assistant.