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Feb. 14th, 2007 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commotiocordisI knew that having yesterday off was just too good to be true. Calm before the storm, it was.
Ugh. I had a headache towards the end of school today, and I took a nap when I got home (as I wasn't in bed until like 4:30 yesterday, bad Alexandria) and woke up with a sore throat. Damn it.
The day kinda really started out sucky. I couldn't get my paper printed before school, my bio teacher said we were doing a lab so I couldn't go meet with these people about this med school program (and it wasn't a lab really at all. It was setup for one. Something that I could have had somebody else do for me and be no worse off). I forgot about my bio workbook pages until the last 5 minutes of history (bio being immediately after; usually I just do them in history, but that morning I totally forgot that they had been due Tuesday, and thus were due instead today. I was walking up the stairs to bio and one strap of my backpack/bag thing fell off. I grab it by the handle, growl, and try to fix it as I keep walking. I clip it back on, put the bag back over my shoulder, and then the other strap falls off. I gave up. I was like "No. I am done." We were on the second floor landing, and I just stopped walking in give-up-ness. Katie then grabs my bag for me and hauls it up the last flight of stairs, handing it back to me once we pass my bio room, like the crazynice she is, but then it took me a bit to fix it once in the room, when I then realized that I had forgotten another bio page that I had missed a few days back. Grr for that. And then we start messing with e. coli in bio. I was just like "Okay. With the way my day has been going, I'm going to catch e. coli. I might as fonging well just drink the test tube and cut out the middleman of somebody getting it on my math book or something. Not even waste the time." I didn't drink the test tube because it prolly would have tasted nasty, but still. At lunch, after the bit in the middle that I'm going to talk about in a minute, I realize that I hadn't done all of the stuff for Spanish that I was supposed to (we had to do the work for the whole chapter, I thought it was just the first 3/4 of the chapter that was about the stuff we had talked about), so I'm scribbling that down, end up copying it from somebody at my lunch table, and still don't finish the last set of exercises. And then in Spanish I had the wrong answer when he called on me, which I hate (but it was freaking definite articles. Of the irregular persuasion. Meaning you really just have to memorize whether they're masculine or feminine. Especially when the masc. means one thing and the fem. means another. How was I supposed to know?) and is embarrassing as all get out to me. As I'm pretty good in Spanish generally. And then I got my headache in there about half way through, which carried through to english, which carried through until I got home.
But in the middle of all that, I ended up spending like an hour and a half in the counselor's office today. We were talking about my scheduling and such, but then somehow I ended up basically crying on her shoulder (except for not actually on her shoulder so much as in the chair across from her) and telling her about how I've been all screwed up lately. Man, I love her so much. She undoubtedly had so much to do after the snow day yesterday, trying to catch up with the people who signed up for meetings on Tuesday and didn't get to see her because of the no school and all, and yet she lets me stay in there for the second half of calc, the first 2/3 of theatre, and then again for the first 2/3 of chem. And between fourth and fifth, she was just talking to the honors coordinator guy about how we were going to work my schedule. So basically, for her, it was like 3 hours of Alexandria. Enough to drive anybody mad. And I'm all "I'm really sorry. Here I am crying over your box of tissues, and you've got other stuff to do." And she's like "Umm, no. You don't have to apologize. Ever." And I'm like *loves her*.
So that's pretty great. I had teachery people that I could talk to back at my old school (I could show up whenever at my counselor's office and she'd just let me sit in there with her if I needed to. And ditto with Michelle. They'd both pretty much drop everything if I needed to talk, which was amazingly lucky on my part.), but nobody really at this one, and I think that was bugging me. So I'm glad that she sorta knows what's going on and I can come in there if I need to.
And then there was some good V-day Seven/B'Elanna fic for this using the letters of Valentine's Day as the first letters of your paragraphs/limericks challenge thing (which was a great idea and I'm going to have to try it for the next holiday). And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
xx_housecat_xx told me I was a good beta. Which made me all happy like whoa.
So in conclusion, happy end of Valentine's Day to everyone. (Because it's pretty much a lot better when it's over.)
Ugh. I had a headache towards the end of school today, and I took a nap when I got home (as I wasn't in bed until like 4:30 yesterday, bad Alexandria) and woke up with a sore throat. Damn it.
The day kinda really started out sucky. I couldn't get my paper printed before school, my bio teacher said we were doing a lab so I couldn't go meet with these people about this med school program (and it wasn't a lab really at all. It was setup for one. Something that I could have had somebody else do for me and be no worse off). I forgot about my bio workbook pages until the last 5 minutes of history (bio being immediately after; usually I just do them in history, but that morning I totally forgot that they had been due Tuesday, and thus were due instead today. I was walking up the stairs to bio and one strap of my backpack/bag thing fell off. I grab it by the handle, growl, and try to fix it as I keep walking. I clip it back on, put the bag back over my shoulder, and then the other strap falls off. I gave up. I was like "No. I am done." We were on the second floor landing, and I just stopped walking in give-up-ness. Katie then grabs my bag for me and hauls it up the last flight of stairs, handing it back to me once we pass my bio room, like the crazynice she is, but then it took me a bit to fix it once in the room, when I then realized that I had forgotten another bio page that I had missed a few days back. Grr for that. And then we start messing with e. coli in bio. I was just like "Okay. With the way my day has been going, I'm going to catch e. coli. I might as fonging well just drink the test tube and cut out the middleman of somebody getting it on my math book or something. Not even waste the time." I didn't drink the test tube because it prolly would have tasted nasty, but still. At lunch, after the bit in the middle that I'm going to talk about in a minute, I realize that I hadn't done all of the stuff for Spanish that I was supposed to (we had to do the work for the whole chapter, I thought it was just the first 3/4 of the chapter that was about the stuff we had talked about), so I'm scribbling that down, end up copying it from somebody at my lunch table, and still don't finish the last set of exercises. And then in Spanish I had the wrong answer when he called on me, which I hate (but it was freaking definite articles. Of the irregular persuasion. Meaning you really just have to memorize whether they're masculine or feminine. Especially when the masc. means one thing and the fem. means another. How was I supposed to know?) and is embarrassing as all get out to me. As I'm pretty good in Spanish generally. And then I got my headache in there about half way through, which carried through to english, which carried through until I got home.
But in the middle of all that, I ended up spending like an hour and a half in the counselor's office today. We were talking about my scheduling and such, but then somehow I ended up basically crying on her shoulder (except for not actually on her shoulder so much as in the chair across from her) and telling her about how I've been all screwed up lately. Man, I love her so much. She undoubtedly had so much to do after the snow day yesterday, trying to catch up with the people who signed up for meetings on Tuesday and didn't get to see her because of the no school and all, and yet she lets me stay in there for the second half of calc, the first 2/3 of theatre, and then again for the first 2/3 of chem. And between fourth and fifth, she was just talking to the honors coordinator guy about how we were going to work my schedule. So basically, for her, it was like 3 hours of Alexandria. Enough to drive anybody mad. And I'm all "I'm really sorry. Here I am crying over your box of tissues, and you've got other stuff to do." And she's like "Umm, no. You don't have to apologize. Ever." And I'm like *loves her*.
So that's pretty great. I had teachery people that I could talk to back at my old school (I could show up whenever at my counselor's office and she'd just let me sit in there with her if I needed to. And ditto with Michelle. They'd both pretty much drop everything if I needed to talk, which was amazingly lucky on my part.), but nobody really at this one, and I think that was bugging me. So I'm glad that she sorta knows what's going on and I can come in there if I need to.
And then there was some good V-day Seven/B'Elanna fic for this using the letters of Valentine's Day as the first letters of your paragraphs/limericks challenge thing (which was a great idea and I'm going to have to try it for the next holiday). And
xx_housecat_xx told me I was a good beta. Which made me all happy like whoa. So in conclusion, happy end of Valentine's Day to everyone. (Because it's pretty much a lot better when it's over.)
