Debutante

This week’s been crazy. I’m already on my wit’s end, and it’s only Wednesday. Fudge.

Today was the Achievement Awards ceremony at my school. I was nominated, and I would’ve probably gotten an award only I chose not to show up. All those glitz and glamour of nerd-ness don’t appeal to me anymore, and it seems that it’ll be rather hypocritical for me to go since I’ve regressed to being a C-student.

Tsk.

They don’t count our current grades, so my weighted GPA (from the last sem) was still pretty decent. Like 4.0-decent. But now.. I’ll be lucky if I’ve salvaged my GPA to a 3.0, at least.

Shame on me.

My friends came over at my house so we could “study” for our precalc test tomorrow, and I found myself sitting there, staring blankly on the wall doing abso-fucking-lutely nada.

T and J were all busy solving out the problems and stuff, asking each other questions for the tangent/slope formula and derivative forms of an equation.

“How come I can’t seem to understand what you guys are talking about?” I asked blankly, “I’ve no idea.. at all.”

“Maybe because you aren’t doing anything?” said T.

“And you didn’t do the homework problems,” said J.

“Yeah.. Maybe,” I said. “I’m just done. DONE. As in, I’m DONE with school..”

Man. I need to study for that. But it’s kinda hard to focus when I have a gajillion stuff to worry about. We have a mock campaign thing in my government class - with Angelina Jolie as president. We have a stock exchange project for Economics. I have to do a presentation about phenylethylamine and oxytocin for Chemistry due on Friday. I have a piano recital next Tuesday. My senior speech is next week, too. And I have a student orientation thing on Wednesday next week.

AND prom is Saturday.

Fucking fuck.

Now that I’ve enumerated all of them, I feel more overwhelmed.

I need a breather. I’m no superwoman.