The Stinky

math is death. math=death.

Today I am going to blog again because I have finished all of my work for everything in this class and I don’t want to study for my math final because that will just cause me stress.

In Spanish today Cecilia and I were trying to record a podcast for our final project, but all of the English teachers kept walking through the project room we were in to get to the library. It should have taken like ten minutes but instead it took thirty. This was mainly Jadams fault though. He walked through the room at least six times.

Math is the stinky. I went to Josh’s house yesterday after school because I wanted to. And I had to drop off this form thing for his mom to stamp so I can go to Peru over winter break. As I was turning onto Josh’s street, I passed him leaving so of course we just pointed at each other. Then I walked into his house and placed the form on the counter. And scared his brother Jem. I stayed in his house talking to Jem and playing with magnets until Josh came home about half an hour later.

I wasn’t planning on staying for that long, but I did. So Josh and I decided to watch the movie Us rather than actually do our homework or study for any finals. We have really good time management skills.

But everything is fine, because I don’t really need to get a super good grade on my math final, and I finished my Spanish project in class and my creative writing thing was turned in on time, so I’m thriving.

In Yoga today I pretended my black jeans were leggings and Ms. Hutchinson believed me, which was such a prank. I took off my boots and said I forgot sneakers, but I was wearing leggings and she let me participate in the days aerobics. I feel like she just didn’t want to fight me on it, but also I was kind of hoping she’d call me out so I wouldn’t have to do it.

I think my yoga final is not going to go super well because my group has put in about five minutes of effort into it. We have a routine planned, but we haven’t practiced it. And also I’m the only one who knows it.

But it’s fine because I don’t need a 100 in that class. A 90 would be perfectly fine. An 80 would be too low though. Can you imagine getting a B- in yoga? Not that it really matters for me anymore, but I think I would be very ashamed to have to tell my parents I got a B- in a class where your only job is to do nothing.

Math is the stinky and I don’t want to go.

I can’t pay attention in that class any more. It feels like it should be ending, but we have another semester. I don’t know how I will survive. I have never taken a whole year of math, so this entire experience is going to be horrible. I have never desired to be done with something more.

Also my schedule worked out super weird this year. First semester I had term classes A block (transitions and yoga) then Spanish B block, Creative writing for two terms C block and then Math D block. Next semester I have Art for two terms A block, Math B block English C block and Spanish D block.

My classes this year, all year are Miscellaneous, Math, Spanish and English. That’s such a prank. But I’m not upset with it. Creative writing was a super fun time. I’m probably going to keep blogging if I have the time because it helps me stop thinking about only one thing.

I was about to post this blog because I had nothing else left to talk about, so on instinct I checked the word count and it said 693 and I had a physical reaction to that. I don’t know if I’ll be able to post it without 750 words. But I’ve already rambled a lot due to procrastination.

I’m going to miss Ainsleigh so much. She was my running buddy and we always told each other all the tea we didn’t want to tell our other friends because they were too involved. I could snap chat her but it’s just not the same.

I think I actually wrote 750 words this time which is such a prank. I guess it’s just instinct now. Thanks Ms. Gounis