My Twenty Second Rant

Yes, I know. I haven't blogged in forever. You may judge me on my lack of "getting it together" if you must. 

It's finally the end of the year at school, and all that's left is a few days of finals and then we get the whole summer to be free! Now when I say free, I think of it as days at the beach, having a nice little job and getting to hang out with your friends and family all the time without the distraction of school work.

Well, that's what I thought. But all of a sudden, I have four books to read, programs to complete and papers to write- and a lot of them, too.

I do not like this. I do not like this. I do not like this.

Summer is supposed to be a break from school in which everybody can relax and have a good time without having to worry about getting an A+ on an assignment. I'd accept having maybe a few little projects to do, but having full out papers and ginormous books to read is plain old rude.

I understand that teachers want to keep our brains going during the summer, but assigning books, that are 400 pages long, on how to write a paper, is beating a dead horse. Not only is the majority of the class going to get bored with it during the summer, nobody is going to want to have work that goes along with it!

You'd think that the second teachers get back to school they're not going to want to have to correct an ungodly amount of papers. And they probably won't. You see, teachers have so much fun assigning work, but for some of them it's a miracle if the work is back to the students within a timely fashion. 

I do my homework. You do yours. 

That's enough of me bashing about what I know is good for me in the long run. Don't worry, I'll do my work.

I just wanted to touch upon one last thing before next Friday, when I'm officially out of school. This is more of a girly "boys are so stupid" rant, but it needs to be said. 

Now I know I'm not perfect just like the rest of the world. I also know that you can't force someone to like you (well, I guess you could, but good luck with that relationship). However, I do have eyes and I do know what is right in front of me. 

My twenty second rant: There is a boy at school whom I have liked for well over a year. (This is really hard because I don't want to say anything really stupid that could prevent us from being married- see, something like that, stupid). Not only do we have the perfect foundation for something more than friends, there's a ridiculous amount of people waiting for us to date/get married (yes, I'm one of them). I'm also the only girl in the whole world (besides his mommy) that gives a flying unicorn about him. 

He may think other girls do, but we all know they use him to get a good grade on their History test. (Which, by the way, is very rude).

Anyway, the mathematical equation would be:

                     Girl + Boy - Boy's Eyes = Boy Cannot See What Is Right In Front Of Him

It's the end of the year, and it's driving me crazy. So who knows, there's a very good chance I'll end up doing something silly. We shall see!

Hasta viernes, mis amigos.