Before you go saying "But Brian, Fridays rock", hear me out. It is certainly the beginning of the weekend but that means every teacher will give you extra work to do over the weekend in addition to the tests the next week and the large projects already due. Also, most of my friends either work on Friday or only want to do something when it is a large group, which would be impossible with many working. This leaves me here alone, typing... I get to do things like shovel the snow and maybe start/procrastinate on homework. I also have the opportunity to catch up on various shows, such as Lost, Naruto, and Bleach, but I would obviously rather be doing something with someone. Maybe I'll work out tonight. That'll make me feel better, maybe.
At least Shaheer and I usually go to the mall after school to pick up food and that provides for some out-of-school interaction. Pathetic? Maybe. All I can hope for on a Friday? Yes. I just pray to God that tomorrow we all do something or I may just go insane...or be merely slightly depressed.
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Showing posts with label friday. Show all posts
Friday, February 9, 2007
It's Friday
It's finally Friday again. Hopefully today will prove to be an easy one at school. I also hope that I can do something this weekend like play hockey or see a movie with my friends. I also have a soccer game on Sunday to look forward to (my second last one this season). It is a long weekend but that fact is negated because I have two physics labs to do and a huge English oral to prepare for the my next day of school.
Speaking of that oral, I am scared shitless about it. Right up until the English midterm this year, I had gotten solid marks in English for my essays and commentaries. But, my midterm was a different story. The midterm was a simple commentary on an easy to do poem. I did terribly, getting a 70, in fact dropping my overall average for all classes. This was due to a combination of lack of sleep, my mind being completely drained from writing a world literature paper the night before (which also screwed me up because of the contrasting purposes of the two papers), and me having no time to prepare for or remember how to write a commentary.
The oral is a commentary, which I just proved that I can fail at, but spoken and within a set time, more pressure, and without being able to stop the tape. Again, fun fun.
Speaking of that oral, I am scared shitless about it. Right up until the English midterm this year, I had gotten solid marks in English for my essays and commentaries. But, my midterm was a different story. The midterm was a simple commentary on an easy to do poem. I did terribly, getting a 70, in fact dropping my overall average for all classes. This was due to a combination of lack of sleep, my mind being completely drained from writing a world literature paper the night before (which also screwed me up because of the contrasting purposes of the two papers), and me having no time to prepare for or remember how to write a commentary.
The oral is a commentary, which I just proved that I can fail at, but spoken and within a set time, more pressure, and without being able to stop the tape. Again, fun fun.
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