Mouth Bees

I don’t really have the time to blog this semester, which is why I haven’t written one yet. Now though, I’m in English class and I need to take a break from my Beowulf Significance Analysis Thing so I’m going to blog.

I’ve had a pretty good week. Swim is still the worst, but it’s the last four days so I guess that’s good. Thank heck I’m not going to states. That would be the terrible. I cannot stand our coach. He makes me so mad.

My weekend was nice and chill. I actually got to sleep in both days, and I played video games with Josh. That’s something we haven’t been able to do for awhile.

I just realized that I never finished this because things changed and the purpose of the blog became irrelevant. So now it’s about five days later (just for context).

New not so great things have happened, and I would like to put them in a blog, but I don’t think I should. All I will say is that sometimes you forget that you’re marginalized in society and then things happen that make you realize “oh this actually sucks”.

To clarify, I’m fine and I’m pretty sure Ava’s fine, it’s just terrible and annoying and it really ruined my weekend so that’s where we are I guess.

I’m leaving for Peru two days from now, and I know I should be excited about it, but I’m really not yet.

See I know I’m going to have a fun time and I know that I really want to see Peru and Machu Pichu before it closes, but it feels like so much has to happen before I get to leave. I have a math test and I have to get through school. And then, even after I leave, I still have to do my math homework and learn the math that I’m missing and do the stuff for AP Spanish (even though srta penchansky is coming with me.) So I guess I should’ve thought this through, but I didn’t.

Also Ava and I were supposed to do something tomorrow, but I don’t know if it’s happening anymore and so I’m slightly stressed and sad about that.

I had my last high school swim meet on Sunday and I was actually very happy about that. Because I Do Not like the coach. At the end of cross country, I was happy because it was an awesome season and I had fun at the meet, but also sad because I wouldn’t get another season like that. At the end of swim, I can confidently say that I was only happy because I would never have to see my coach again. And I think that says a lot.

I don’t really have much else to say except that the senioritis is hitting hard. I’m in college, and the realization that I don’t have to get A’s anymore is kind of astounding. Like I got a 67% on something in English and my first thought was “wow how can I fix that?” but my second thought was “why the frick do I care? All I need is a B- and I have a B right now” so then I didn’t change it.

Also I got a 69% on my last math quiz and I thought that was the most hilarious thing. Mr. Mac then yelled at me (and the rest of the class) for laughing at the fact we collectively did poorly on the quiz. I knew I did poorly and I would rather be able to find something funny in it than put myself down about it, because that’s better than obsessing over doing poorly and not learning anything. I used to do that with grades, now I get the bad one and move on and do better the next time. And come on, a 69% is hilarious (to those of us with a terrible sense of humor) and basically counts as a 100.

ok I guess I’ll post this now.