Mental Health

So. I took a day off today. I actually had a legitimate reason-- I had a doctor's appointment scheduled today for my eye.

The prognosis: Eric has a mild bacterial infection in his eye (NOT conjunctivitis. I don't appear to be contagious) and so he should use these special eye drops through the weekend and NOT WEAR CONTACTS.

Which means I will be wearing glasses to school tomorrow. Again. I figured I'd wait another six years before I wore my glasses to school (meaning, I'm allowed another bacterial infection in grad school) but nature failed to comply with my demands. That ho.

But I'm getting sidetracked. Today was also just a nice day to sleep in and relax. I pretty much did nothing all day. And I think I needed it. With everything going on in my life, it was nice to just take a day and pretend like I have no responsibilities. For a day, such trivialities as IB, college, scholarships, homework, or play rehearsal didn't exist. And I was able to watch TV like the teenager that I ought to be. (I actually did all of my homework last night, so I wasn't technically shirking on my responsibility. Though... I'm going to be busy until 8:30 tomorrow night, so maybe that wasn't such a good idea.)

I've used up my mental health day for the quarter. I don't think I should allow myself more than one per quarter. They're nice, but if I have to many of them, I'll just be screwing myself in the end. And Eric wants to go to college and be successful. :)

But it was worth it. I feel recharged and ready to take on the rest of the week. I'll need to anyway, since quarter ends next week and a certain Caucasian male has to get his Chemistry grade up. I'm hoping my labs will take care of it, but I'm not going to hold my breath. So far, I seem to understand organic chemistry. But again, I'm not going to hold my breath.

Here I am, talking about school again. You'll notice that "school" is a major topic in my blogging. It's pretty much the most important thing now. Second semester, not so much. But now. It's very important. I'm hoping that once I get over this metaphorical hill, it will be smooth sailing from here on out (with the tangible exception of the IB exams, but I'm going to pretend that they don't exist for now. Since I'm still technically on my mental health day.)

Well. It's 9:15, and I'm going to be a good little blogger and get to sleep, so I can get up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning. Adieu, faithful reader. Until next time.

Conferences

They went well. Much to my surprise.

Actually, that's a bit of an overstatement. I figured every conference would go well except that for Chemistry, since I have a C in that class. (I do have an A in every other class, though. :P)

It's nice to hear people say nice things about me. Ms. Robertson (the teacher of chemistry) said that I actually didn't have anything to worry about, and that my grade would go up. (If I get an A at semester, I've decided I'm throwing a party over Christmas. Everyone who reads this post is invited.) And of course all the other teachers (besides Burns, who, of course, yelled at me in front of my mother... :D) had nice things to say. Which is always nice to know.

So far, senior year is going relatively well. This, of course, is the most important semester of school, since I'm in the process of applying to colleges, and the best way to get good scholarships so I can attend good colleges is to, of course, have good grades. Once this semester is over, grades don't matter as much-- not that I'm going to slack off and drop my grades to straight D's or anything-- but they supply so much stress in my life.

But, yeah, conferences went well. I was pleasantly surprised. :)

Oooh. And I'm recording my CD for colleges tomorrow! I'm excited!

Schoooooooool

It's started.

The excess of O's in the title are both an indication of excitement and sheer terror.

Mostly sheer terror.

But I don't mean that in a bad way. I'm very excited to be a senior, but I'm terrified of IB. But who isn't in these modern times? IB is quite terrifying. I blame Switzerland. They're the ones who gave it to America.

This is why I hate Swiss cheese.

But I've gone off on a tangent. (Not to be confused with a cosine. Ha.) I'm very excited about being a senior, even though I don't think the fact that this is my last year of school has truly sunk in yet. Holy Calcutta. It's my last year of school. After this, I have to pay to learn.

Though of course, I kinda have to pay to learn now. And by me, I mean my parents. My mom just signed a $200 check for graduation materials. God Bless Her. She also paid for my choir classes, my parking permit (which cost $50, a $20 increase from what it was last year), my yearbook, and everything else that costs money. Good thing I don't take the bus-- that would have been another expense. Stupid budget cuts. Public school is no longer free.

But anyway, I'm very excited to be a senior. I'm terrified of IB and also getting into college stuff. I really really REALLY want to go to NYU, but I'm gonna need scholarship upon scholarship to get in there, because it's one of the most expensive schools in the world (hardly a surprise, since it's in the most expensive place in the world.)

So, most of this "School" post is not really about school, but this blog is more of an electronic diary that anyone can see (hmmmm....), but it's mostly for me. So I don't care. :)

So...

I've got this idea for EE. If I write, like, 300-400 words a day, my essay will be complete within two weeks. This would work, in theory. But I am not accounting for writer's block, or the fact that I'm still not entirely sure where this essay is going. I have a very rough outline, but is that enough? I have my doubts.

I would know. I outlined an entire 26,000 word book for my personal project, and even then I had problems writing.

But since this essay is a work of non-fiction (and is taken heavy donations from a kind old gentleman named Wikipedia, as well as the books I checked out from College Hill), it might be easier to write, since I'm not making things up as I go... at least I hope I'm not making things up. That would be an issue.

The Extended Essay did not fall on a convenient summer. I have much on my plate, and not much on the metaphorical plate has been fully consumed. Sure, I've taken bites out of the many bitter-tasting foods, but I am yet to actually consume an entire pork chop yet.

But at least I can find small mercies in my amazing ability to create metaphors.

That's all. Tune in next time. :)