I'm stressing out.
Semester exams are next week and since we missed so many days teachers are shoving new stuff at us with study guides for the exam. They didn't have time to teach the new stuff and there is barely time for review.
Two of my teachers who haven't updated their grades in forever finally updated showing that I have a B in both classes. A fucking B.
To some people y'all are sitting there going why are you complaining about that. I will tell you why. My family does not do B's. We get A's and only A's. Anything below an A gets scrutinized and we are told to try harder.
The good thing is one of those teachers is allowing us to retake 3 text. I have exactly 3 test in his class that are lower than a B so yah!!! And since it is an AP class it will push my grade point average up to make it look like I have all A's even if I get a B in one of my other classes.
I'm trying to study for semester exams and it is ridiculously hard. I have to memorize 2-3 poems for the poetry slam this Saturday also. I have to finish a 126 question study guide for Pre-Cal, with stuff so old I don't even remember it. I'm trying to memorize dates and names and definitions.
My brain is going to explode. There are two good things. 1. My EAST teacher allowed us to turn out exam projects in early. We had to do a PowerPoint and design a logo. Easy and I have already done it. 2. My creative writing teacher gave us the prompt for exam. I wrote 1/2 of it and will finish it later. That's easy.
I'm trying to stay calm but every single one of my textbooks is at home. I'm lugging them back and forth because I'm trying to study and do homework but I still need them in class.
I'm surprised my hair isn't falling out from all the stress. My stepmother asked me if I wanted to go to my little sisters holiday concert at her school and I still had stuff to do and not enough time so I had to say no. I really wanted to go. My siblings don't get a huge amount of support from my parents, they get more than me; but I know how hard it is for your parents not to support you as a little kid. Even though I am not their parent I just want to support them.
My father just asked me to pop him a bag of popcorn. He's like less than a minute away from the kitchen but he calls me to pop him a bag. And then he comes into the kitchen which is real stupid. Dude seriously? This is why my grades are so important. I need to get the fuck out of this state an away from my parents. I can't deal.
Anyways I gotta go make my brain explode. Study/Homework break is over. I probably won't be on for a while.
MusicalLover
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