One Act Play sucks. I mean really sucks. Nobody seems to care, one certain know-it-all doesn't know his lines, and Ms. P just gets more and more sick after each passing day because of the stress.
I lost it tonight.I was pissed off, and I snapped on a friend that called me during practice. I seriously have no idea where to go next. I plan to speak to Ms. P tomorrow morning about all this, hoping either to convince her that it's a lost cause, gently quit, discuss new strategies, or find out that we're trudging on with the same old shit. I have no clue, and I'm scared to death.
If I was working with any other teacher I would have quit weeks ago, but Ms. P is different. She cares more than any other teacher than I have ever had. But, unfortunately, the cards are stacked against us.
None of the lousy underclassmen care about the play, the school doesn't care since they never give us any money, the arrogant prick who doesn't know his lines gets mad at other people for his shortcomings, and many other things.
I'm going to go and cool down now.
It was a long day yesterday. Not only did I pull off a ten hour day helping run a UIL meet, but I also watched UNT stomp Troy 90-64. Not a bad day, but a very tiring one.
I'm about to write two essays today. One for English and one for Economics. The Econ one should be simple, since it's just a one page bullshit session about a news article. I'm not too worried about the English, either.
I better get started, then. I just wanted to update real quick.
I'm not watching the Super Bowl today, mostly because I don't give a rat's ass, and also for the reason that I have better stuff to do.
Another essay is in the can today. Hopefully my linux OpenOffice doesn't fuck up the formatting like it did last time I tried it. However, that was whenever I used the utterly craptastic Suse Linux 9. I could poop a better distro than that.
Anyway, not much happened this past week, so I really don't have much to say, other than the fact that at my new job I got paid 72 bucks for working six hours this week. Not to shabby for a high school senior who only has to pay for his gas in his not-so-efficient pickup.
Speaking of a pickup, I want to get rid of it. My parents are looking for me a smaller car to drive when I go to college, and I'll probably get it for graduation. A good present, if I do say so myself. I've been scouring craigslist myself, looking for that special deal, yet to find it.
Guess I'll go looking now...
