I Have Passed the Test Just Like All the Rest
Well, today was the last day of school!
I expected it to go out with more of a bang than it did. In middle and elementary school, that last day of school was like Christmas. Everyone was buzzing around, everyone was excited, everyone was ready to go. And I think there was more of that my freshman year, but this year it was just sort of like 'Oh, FINALLY.'
Nothing really to celebrate, just sort of like 'UMPH'
But it's done and that's all that matters to me.
I had my Chemistry final and my PreCalculus final today. Chemistry was pretty easy. I ended up with a 98 with the curve, I think. Some of it I guessed on, but whatever. I hated that class.
Now, PreCalculus, on the other hand, kicked. my. ass.
There were 17 questions on that thing. Four of them were sequences. I didn't do them the way she wanted them. They're all wrong. That's a 76 right there. Two of them I couldn't finish because I didn't have enough time. That's a 65, if I got everything else right. I had a 92 for the year average before the exam. . . with the exam, if got a 65, I'd have an 87. It's a low B, but a B all the same. I would be okay with that, I guess. I mean, I'd still pass the class even if I got a 0 on the test, but I'd like to try and do well, so I can possibly make it into the top 10 before the end of high school.
Whatever. I don't care anymore.
I'm done with my sophomore year, so I'm happy.
And I've been rather inspired lately; I don't know why.
Like, I started writing a poem on the bus today.
The title is 'Half Past Late' and here's what I have so far:
it's a hot night.
as the ceiling fan spins and shifts the heavy, hot, stagnant air
it buzzes and hums away the time
like a clock that doesn't know it's supposed to stop
(or even when for that matter)
a voice smattered with darkness
hoarse from nothing, wispy from having nothing to say
casual conversation as the ceiling fan whispers that it's midnight
it's still incredibly hot.
sweaty blankets kicked off, then pulled back, thrown away, pulled back
trapped in a tried and true cycle
always retracted and put back in their place
face buried in a pillow
a piece of stray cotton caught in my braces
And that's all I got s'far.
I'm bored.
OH, and this is for ma home girl ELLIE:
You know I love you <33333333333333333
