Random Post #4

It seems you need at least a 2000 on the SAT to even think about applying to Tufts. Grrrr. I need to pull 300 points out of no where. I was under the impression that a 172 on the PSAT was OK, but I guess that was only relative. So... aim - 2000 on the SAT. I gotzzzzzz this.

I absolutely LOVE Tumblr. Well, more specifically, I have a huge crush on a guy on there. His name is Skeffington. He seems sweet and broken. And he's like, super-duper cute.

I'm starting to slack off in school. All of these stupid IB external assessments are a total pain. They take up so much time, and make you turn a blind eye to all the other assignments that are due. Freaking Math assessment can go kill itself. And Biology notes can go burn in a ditch. I don't understand the point in forcing students to take notes. Like, come on now. Spanish is too easy. All the other kids in that class are pretty slow, and I'm not sure why they're not in the other Spanish class. I freaking got like, 106 last term because of how much she had to scale the grades. English is just tedious. She gives constant work, yet we never seem to get them back. I don't understand. Theatre can go dig that ditch that Bio is in and make it deeper and fill it back in with cement. I don't even understand the point in that class. He has such high expectations, yet his execution is a giant steamy pile of fail. He pretty much admits it too, which is hilarious. History is pointless. I don't even want to talk about it. Sigh. I freaking hate this school so much.

Actually, I do want to talk a bit about History. Well, Mr. Chang specifically. I like how he has to audacity to come in to our debate practice, and tell everyone not to pick me as captain because I missed half a tournament and can't go on Mondays. Like, sorry I had family obligations. Something I'm sure you're real familiar with seeing as how you're never at practice nor tournaments, "coach". I love hypocrites. And sorry I took up an opportunity that I found far more important that debate. Screw you. Watch me become captain. No one else is more fit on the team than I. Don't even play that shit.

Speaking of opportunities, shadowing Dr. Doyle has definitely been interesting. I was under the impression that being a vet was a lot like being a doctor, where patients would come rushing in and out all the time with broken this or that and hemorrhagic who's or what's. But it's not... it's calm and quite and somewhat mundane? I'm not sure if it's something I'd like to spend the rest of my life doing. The most memorable quote in Burlesque had to be "I looked around and didn't see a single person's life I wanted" or something to that extent. I know it sounds harsh, but I look around, and I see nothing.