Today

Today.
I turned in my late major report.
Failed a test.
Failed a quiz.
Wrote a poem.
Showed the poem to Mateer.
Came to the conclusion that Mateer is a very nice person and that we give her hell for the only reason that she is a teacher.
Did my work.
Stayed awake.
Almost fell asleep in Calculus...

Speaking of Calculus, I realized that I really do fear Calculus. I'm not joking like when people say, "I'm scared." right before a major test. I was surprised that this was real, genuine fear. I was shaking as she wrote the quiz questions on the board and dreaded the next second when I would have to answer them. I swear I let myself look at her with those eyes...those "I'm scared. Spare me my life. I have kids." look. The cruel woman did not surrender to my silent pleas and I took and failed the quiz. If I really had kids, if she had a gun loaded with Calculus problems...I'm sad to say that they would be made orphans. I find fear and loathing in my fourth period Calculus class.