School Rant!!

I hate school. Actually, I don't, but right now it seems to fit.

I felt like a bum today, so I didn't even start school until 11:00. That was a dumb idea: I had several long assignments today, not excepting the chemistry homework that I put off all week. Now I'm tired of school. It's dark outside, and that immediately puts me out of the school mode. However, I still have chemistry class tonight. :(

So here's the deal. A couple of weeks ago, I had a history test to do. So I studied for it, just as I had the previous ones. Unfortunately, I didn't take it. The next day, I didn't take it. A week later, I gave up waiting for *my teacher* to be around to ask her for it, so I just got it and took it. The whole thing was a dumb idea. First of all, I forgot everything, and so I bombed it. Secondly, I have to retake it. That bothers me. Mom and Dad said that the grades don't matter as much as the learning. So why do I have to retake the test? It will put me back yet another day (or three), and there's no guarantee that I'll do better. I don't want to retake the test. I want to just take the 40% or whatever I got on the test (I'm pretty sure I got at least half the credit for the essays) and go on. It'd be a waste of time to go back.

I'm supposed to be helping Lydia finish Algebra 1/2. That's an adventure. I don't like it because she has trouble understanding it, and I am very inadequate at communicating her problems. Very. I get so mad when she doesn't get it because I run out of ways to explain. I wish I could help, but I am not the one for the job. The problem is that she won't let Andrew or Dad help her, and nobody besides me really has the time. Eric does, I guess, but he gets so wrapped up in doing nothing that he wouldn't be of any help; besides, Lydia doesn't want a male math tutor. Maybe she thinks that it's in the chromosomes that the mathematic mind comes, and she wants none of it. So she wants either me or Mom, and Mom is never home. Last week, the only time Mom graded anything was at piano lessons. That bothers me that she's gone so much. We are supposed to be independently studying for the most part, but not all the time. That leaves the tutoring to me.

I'd better go show Lydia that parentheses do matter when algebraically adding.