Today’s stinker was waiting in line. For two !@*&@# hours.

But, let me digress chronologically my day.

Okay, so I woke up nice and groggy, on fire with knowledge (sarcasm) for my college prep class. I put on my comfy jeans, my black mock-converse shoes, a black top with a drapped waist and a pyramid stud red belt, with my quilted red coat. Boring info, I know, but I was happy because I looked so gosh darn cute in the mirror. Not bad for someone who would rather be burning under miles of comforter deep in the land of slumber.

So I reached the SOU campus, and went into the art building. I was really early, so I had to wait for the rest of people. They have this faux fireplace with these modern black leather huge chairs in front of it, and in the back an installation piece that looks like something out of “The Village”. The chairs are comfortable, so I curled up in one and journeyed to sleep with sweet and short bliss. All too soon my rest was interrupted, and I went into the room and was lectured on interviews, time management, blah blah blah. Geez, our generation is under soo much pressure to perform. I mean, each and everyone of us in the room was talking about how to manage in sleep, extracurriculars, chores, and maybe just a little fun time? Only 24 hours in a day, kids, said the instructor. We need all of this crap to get into a good college. We’re stuck with lots of “leadership” activities, community service, sports, yada yada. We get no sleep, plus hard academics. Sheesh, we’re mindless ETS robots by now. College –> Degree –> Job –> Money to live on in this world. Life stinks for teens sometimes. We can’t vote but we can drive, hold a job, and be pressured into all of this crap to try and get ahead in the world.

Enough of the rant. It was drizzling today. Ick. But after noon it warmed up quickly. Mom picked me up and took me back to her office. I tried to nap on the floor and failed, and when she got back from her meeting, we went to SMHS to fix my schedule. I didn’t get choir like I was supposed to, I was scheduled for two classes, and I wanted 2 AP classes that I didn’t get. The line was huge. We stood in line for 2 hours– 2 hours so that they could fix their mistakes. Then we got reports that all electives were filled, you could only drop classes, etc, etc. I was like: “not with THIS miss, they’re not gonna do that.” Sorry, but that crap doesn’t fly by me, I would tell them. I was the fourth junior to get my schedule entered, so I know they didn’t run out of students in my classes, so get it fixed the way I want it, NOW, plzthx.

I was so pissed and stressed that when I went through the door I couldn’t keep still at all. My feet and back were aching, but the conselor who changed everything was really sweet and understanding. She explained that all economics classes were cut because of the budget, so I couldn’t have that. Also, AP Euro History was going to conflict with AP Chemistry, so I opted for AP Government instead. Also, because I booted Family Health off, even though it was a requirement (I plan to take it online), I got to take Creative Art, which will give me a balanced schedule and an outlet for all of that frustration that accumlated because of the beauracracy in the school system.

So now my schedule looks like this:

Period: Class

1: Creative Art 1
3: AP Chemistry
5: AP Government
7: Algebra 2 Honors

2: English Honors 3
4: French 2
6: Concert Choir

The reason why there isn’t a fourth class on the second day is because they cut classes down to only six per student. Wait a minute, you say, you have seven! That’s because I’m in an audition choir, and they allow a seventh class for an audition choir. But, still, I have that open spot, and for every student that’s a mandatory “study hall”. Utterly lame.

So to calm down for getting so wound up over the schedule, Mom and I stopped by starbucks and picked up some blended Frappechinos. We went over to Target and got some pink earrings for my DC wear (pink and black is the theme). I also picked up a satin and lace spaghetti strap black top. Most of those kinds of tops have those built in bras that I fall out of (I’m a D), but this one didn’t. When I got home I was disappointed to find that the arms were a little wide, but with a little needlework I can make that go away. I love knowing how to sew.

Back at home I’m cooling down and sipping on iced tea. Sheesh.