Right. This is the point in time where life doesn't seem to be all that great. (I think I have one of these rants at least once a year.) A number of problems and/or complaints are set before me at the moment and I'll go through them one by one. Well... only the ones that are most important at the moment. 1. Govenor's School applications: I think I should just chuck it down the drain. I mean, what's the point? I have tough competition and I know for a fact that my grades are inadequate to that shimmering A that the other candidates have. Its a good asset for college apps but thats only if I get accepted. At this point in time, no matter how good my reccomendations are, it wouldn't be enough. So I'm going to be a wimp and quit while I can keep my dignity. Cowardly, yes, but honestly, I don't see the point. 2. College: Its not that far away now. Colleges are looking at us slave away to make the cut. I don't want to end up in a second rate school where what I learn will only get me as far as getting house and barely making a living. I don't want to end up working my ass off and not being happy. I want to be happy, I don't think anyone would not want to be happy. Its human nature. PSAT's, SAT's entrance exams, school. Its all piling up now and waiting to be nicely wrapped and delivered to the college only to be rejected in the end. 3. French Class , Period 5: Maybe I'm just bitter or maybe I'm just jealous...psh right. I'm just bitter. Farra or however it's spelled, Shruti the small whiney insignificant one, Jen Schoonover, Terry Brocker, Agota Something, Besar, Shivam, am I missing anyone else? They make me SO angry. At times, I want to go across the room and punch each and everyone of them in the face and then kick them in the gut. The way they act sickens me and the rate at which they complain is unbelieveable. Its like a broked record. Mr. Wessels should just grow a backbone and send them to the office, or fail them. Hinder them from amounting to anything better than a CCM graduate and a BK employee. Gosh I'm sick and tired of their bull crap. Yes I'm bitter. Yes, I'm worried. Yes. Yes. Yes. I wish life was like a moive. At least then I could have a happy ending. | 
