Work, aholic!

By some miracle of god I was able to drag my half conscious self out of bed this morning at 6:15AM so that I could retake my AP Chemistry test. I got a 54/98 on the original. That's an 'F' in case you can't do the math. Which at times it felt like maybe I couldn't. So Mr. Anderson was kind enough to grant me a retest at 7 this morning. I studied the entire chapter diligently from about 8:00 to one 1:00 the previous night determined more then ever to hold on to my 'B' in the class. It was actually kind of nice being up early. Calm, dark, peaceful, and no bright rising sun in my eyes when I drove down 6th street. I even had time to stop by McDonald's and use the "Free Breakfast Sandwich" Monopoly coupon I had. As for parking, like with the ladies, I had my pick. I think I did very well on it and I'm excited to see what my grade was. The other student retaking the test, Annie was not so confident. After we were done, I stuck around to ask Mr. Anderson when he would be done grading but Annie just left she said she didn't care because she knew she did horrible anyways. I can't help but wonder if maybe she took the class just because all of the others privates take it. Let me explain, 6 years ago I went to a private school in town (the only one as far as most people are concerned, or at least the most prestigious). It was the school in town all the "rich" kids went to because their parents decided it was preferable to pay 1000+ to send their kids anywhere but a public school in the district. Actually I can see some logic in this, the district "five o one", is notoriously underfunded. Last year they lost half a million dollars. Just lost it. As in can not locate. As for what little money they did have, they squandered a shit load of it last year to build a multi-sports arena. It's really nice, this complex, sadly I haven't attended any of our games so I haven't had the chance to enjoy it but I have driven past and it is quite impressive. So yeah, that's where the money that was supposed to be used for textbooks and such went. Ok so you have these Collegiate School students, they've gone to the same place from preschool to 8th grade. Going on fancy field trips working in new buildings with new equipment and certainly being pushed academically more than your average Oh-Oner (think of the kids from School of Rock, minus the rock). So when they have to go to high school the majority come here to The Highschool. Our school tries to draw these kids on purpose because they know they make our HS look good. Plus it's the only one with that symbolic bell tower; The first 1,000,000 school constructed west of the 'ssippi river (and this is in '30 $ so this is a big deal). Again, getting back on subject, all these TCSers, once they get to high school come here. Once here, they take all honors and AP Classes because that's what they feel is at their level. About half do terrible, the other half do good because they copy from the 1% that actually absorbed that pricey education. Are you following me? No? Oh well, fuck you then. Annie was one of these private-to-public students. She took AP Chem her sophomore year when most kids don't take it all or at least wait till their senior year when they've had regular chemistry (like me, but then I switched over after 6th grade instead of 8th). They feel that because they have independent schooling they are prepared for the challenges of these classes. A little presumptuous, no? Annie's beginning to feel this now I think, it's too bad, she's a nice kid. Cute too, in a tomboyish way, but that's all I basically know about her. Her father was my psychiatrist during my crazy year, I also know that she is a really talented artist and an atheist (or so she claims...but that's another story).

I'm really enjoying my Ibanez guitar now that it has been properly set up. I don't have to tune it nearly as much, didn't use it today during Jazz Band though because I skipped. The set up a place to donate blood and if you volunteered you were excused from class. I volunteered but I didn't go, of course. Like I want to have a pint of blood siphoned out of me. Lower that amount by half and maybe next time I'll actually show up. The guitar has sounded great at home though when I practice, Johnny B. Good is really starting to come along.