This week has been extremely... significant. Everything about this week has been overwhelming.
Songwriting final: two page test on music theory.
Math final: 57 problem algebra worksheet.
Humanities: artistic response to the good life in ancient Greece and Rome and a 5 page essay.
Audio Recording final: record, mix and master "Come Together" by the Beatles.
Health final: A one page written response about depression and twenty 15 page booklets on "The Little Things".
Spanish final: two page test on congegations, vocabulary and forming sentences.
Not to mention the two page algebra test, spanish art project, spanish quiz and two pages of spanish homework I had to make up.
On the bright side, I have three weeks of break and three weeks of miniterm in January, which means I don't start classes again until February. Aaaaah.
Oh speaking of break-
I was suppose to spend a week of break at my dads because the family I live with is going to be in the Bahamas (where I am not going because I don't have a passport because i've never had a reason to need one because I never get to do anything with my life) over Christmas. It's two days before I'm suppose to go to Eatonville and my dad decides he doesn't want me to stay or even come over for christmas. In fact, he doesn't want to talk to me until after I speak to a counselor. My first appointment is on January 12th. That will make it two months without speaking to my father. I originally didn't want to spend a week there... but this is really just a slap in the face. Homeless on Christmas. Guess he's really "teaching me a lesson", huh?
so. did you learn something?
ReplyDeleteseems like a harsh lesson, to not speak to your kids.