Grumph.

This week is going to suck. And because I am going to go through the whole week thinking that, it will. Good 'ol self fulfilling prophecy at work. yay. I went to bed late last night (1am), yes I did decide to stay up, but of course I am tired today. I went to bio, that was ok, nothing bad there. Developmental Psych was ok, talked about screwed up kids in messed up families and parenting. But then I got to go to precalc. woohoo. I hate that class. It really wouldn't be so bad if I didn't hate my prof. I think he has the idea that everyone think mathamatically and the fact that he speaks with a strong Japanese accent doesn't help. I have failed ever quiz and test in there so far, but yet I understand and can do the homework. I am fine doing the work, but I can't remember the freakin formulas and certain ways you have to decipher how to do problems. I got a 9out of 20 on the quiz from last week. "These were pretty simple problems" he says. "If you didn't get these, you are in trouble". Great. So at this point I think I am bound to fail this class. I really don't want to, I am trying, but it is so hard when you feel like you understand and then you take a quiz or test and totally fail it. And he gives no support. I feel lost. I can't go to talk to him about it, he doesn't seem to give much support ya know? "How are you going to do well in this class if you don't come?" he asks me when I tell him I am missing two classes for an away match. You think I wanted to miss to full days of class? I think not.

And then I really kinda wanted to cosme back and maybe lie down between now and lunch, but I came back and my roommate is here playing gross country. Oh well. Hopefully this day or week will get better.

11 days until spring break......11 days till spring break.....