Untelling Jerk
What a jerk. Seriously. My own ___. Doesn't tell me where (s)he's going, what (s)he's doing, or whatever! And keeps me waiting while walking off with a petty little friend! Freaking freak. Inconsiderate jerk! Finals are over. Hallelujah. Not really. The math final was devastatingly difficult. Seriously. There were 35 questions, and I already knew that I had to get an A to maintain my borderline A. But when I looked at the test, I was completely aghast! The first problem stabbed me in the back already! Not to mention the next 34 of them. I was sure about only probably 10 of the problems...which, obviously, isn't going to be very helpful to my wavering grade. We'll see tomorrow. I bet I plummeted down with a fatal thump to a B. Grr. Chem final was today...I didn't study. Again. But for the unit exam, I'd thought I did pretty well, taking into consideration that I didn't study and wholly lacked comprehension of the whole unit. Disappointingly, though, I sco...