So Algebra hell turned out only to be Algebra purgatory, for me at least. The test itself wasn’t actually that hard, it’s just ridiculously time consuming to do fifty problems, twelve short answers, and then a rubric problem all in a two-hour limit. I was actually probably one of the first to finish, and that was with about five minutes left. Half the class didn’t finish at all.
And then Biology was surprisingly easy, at least to the people who chanted ‘Group Fail!’ before the test began. Our teacher, probably on purpose, told us that there were about a hundred more questions than there actually were, and that was a bit of a relief. The eighty-or-so multiple choice left over were pretty easy, and the short answers were all various ones pulled from unit tests throughout the year. Overall it was a bit of a relief in the end, and I realized that Algebra is over forever… and I have a whole year before the true hell that is Trigonometry. Oh well. I’d better enjoy Sophomore year.
And then on finals days we get out at 11:45 instead of the usual 2:41, so I had a whole afternoon to do absolutely nothing. So naturally I watched the season premiere of Covert Affairs, and I’ve got to say it wasn’t quite as good as I was hoping for. I’m still wondering whether I should tape the next episode, and I probably will just to have something to do on random summer Tuesdays. All in all it wasn’t a bad show, but really it’s just not quite as funny or suspenseful as I’d hoped (even though I do love blind characters, they’re always the best). I guess nothing really measures up to NCIS…
SONG OF THE DAY: LIQUOR STORE BLUES
And so commences Day Four of Bruno Mars Mania. Anthony, until you admit to me that you’ve watched at least one of these videos I will keep going until I have exhausted every possible option. Plus, this one has Bob Marley’s son in it. In other words, just watch the damn video! Now I’ve got to go study for English… or in reality just listen to songs in English and type words in English because that’s about as close to studying for English as I ever get. Goodnight Internet. And for god’s sake, I’m getting eighteen or so hits a day… will one of you just click the damn follow button!!
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