I am determined to stay up and study for this test and then go into Dr.Arnold's office and go over things with him. I feel like I'm planning some sort of attack, which is awkward. Here's the thing, I am really, really bad at taking tests. Most of the time I'm like...yeah that sounds like it could be right in some cases, go for it Ellen!...and I got a 66. Awesome. And normally when I think I do really really well, I don't. I should not be allowed to take tests because they are sabotaging my college career. It's a short one, but its there. Clovis was a badass and killed everyone. Charlemagne was kinda like Henry the 8th, but smaller, and maybe less wives. Maybe. Why am I telling you this, 4 people who read this?
Other things with minor importance:::: I am liking my job. I guess. I haven't really gotten into it or anything. I will this week. I might teach soon. I am working EVERYDAY during spring break. Why did I do that? Oh yeah, I need gas. I am teaching Caitlin how to cook so she'll have some skills and some recipes before the turns her tassel. Also, I'm thinking that if I don't pull out good grades this semester because of my lack of test taking skills, I'm going to either A) drop out and kill myself, B) Drop out, take a year off and work, and then go to a distinguished culinary school, or C) try again? I don't know chillens. Maybe I'll become one a street performer or move to India and try to learn to make curry. How hard could that be?
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