I don't think I'm a pessimist. I'm certainly not optimistic, and I make some pretty depressing predictions, but I don't think I continuosly see the worst. This is what I do: I expect the worst. I tell myself that the worst is coming. As I have told Kelsey, this means that I am often pleasantly surprised when the worst doesn't show. Disappointment is avoidable, at least in part. Now, is this artificial? I don't think so, unless you take it to an extreme extent.
So I plan on steeling myself for the worst school year ever. I'm going to see Dr Gordon close to every day of my life, and sit through fifty minutes of her halfwitted drooling until I loathe English enough to close down this blog and go into science in college. Forget drifting: my friends are going to swim to opposite ends of the river without pausing to exchange glares. I'm going to drop out of music class for some inexplicable reason and spend the rest of the year in...well, it doesn't really matter. Art and drama would be equally disasterous for me. Oh, and let's not forget the possibility of failing advanced math and/or french.
Hey, this could be a great year. As long as I'm wrong. It'll all be better tomorrow, right?
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
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let's hope we'll be pleasently surprised, because right now, it looks like this year is going to suck ass.
Haha, welcome to my world.
(I had Gordon last year. She's weird. I got 70's in all my terms and then ended up with 98 on my exam)
Whoa, so apparently my comment did end up being processed on those 98's. Ahahaha.
AND LIKE OMG THIS YEAR SUCKS EFFING ASS.
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