Miss Morbid and the Fitness Center

Hey reader,

You know what? I thought that by the time I reached my junior year of high school, I'd be done with P.E. and Spanish. But what do you know? I go to the Fitness Center every Tuesday and Thursday to get in my P.E. hours and then I get ready for Spanish class. All because I missed two weeks of school in my sophomore year and need ONE CREDIT in each of the classes I missed.

I can't wait until I'm done with physical education for good and can just stalk the library on my free time. Ah, only eleven more hours working my ass off (literally) in that sweaty Fitness Center.

God, I have so much school work and two college tests on Wednesday. I feel so horrible. I just want to runaway so I won't have to deal with this stuff but I don't have any money whatsoever and I know my mom would be heartbroken. Life was so much easier in independent study. I wish I could go back but my mom will probably die before she would let that happen.

Miss Morbid and the Stupid B+'s

Hey reader,

Tuesday was the third Middle College massacre of 2010 and the first one that I was also a victim of. That's right. Children slaughtered after getting home from school by perfectionist parents. Report cards for the first quarter came out.

I'm usually a good student. I used to get all A's when I went to the Christian school where I was miserable at. Then, I took advanced classes in public school. Only two B's. Then, one B in independent study. Yeah, I went to three seperate high schools last year for sophomore year. I was not a troublemaker, I simply liked to call-out the troublemakers. The troublemakers didn't like that very much.

Now that I'm in an advanced high school at a college campus, subjects are getting a bit difficult especially since a couple of my classes are with actual college teachers and I have peers who are in the college. So, the only A that I got that was not a study hall class was US History (because I'm a history buff who gets 104's on almost all her tests). Although, I didn't get a grade for my college class African American Studies, which probably would have been an A too.

Other than that guess what I got? B in Spanish and three B+'s. That's BS! I've gotten through my entire life, nothing short of A's in English on my report card. I know I shouldn't be complaining. I know you probably want to jump through the computer and slap me because it could be so much worse but... but... B+'s are just another way of saying "almost there but you're not good enough!"

I don't know... it's just a blow to my self esteem because I pride myself on my essay writing skills. Plus, my boyfriend got all A's on his report card and he's taking harder classes then me. I don't even have a math class this semester. I just feel down...

I can understand the B+ in physics but in English 3 and Expository Reading and Writing, that's just unacceptable for me.

I WILL get an A in both classes by the end of the semester. That's really the point of this post, to set myself accountable and to set my goal. I WILL NOT get a B+ in English and Expo. I WILL get an A!

Sorry for probably boring you with my stupid rant...

Miss Morbid and the Search for Friends

Today was as exciting a day as any with a physics midterm it was sure to be a wonderful, beautiful day. Not. Who cares if my calculations for acceleration on the test had an accuracy rate of -25.93 %? I at least got a C... I hope.

All well. I'm so excited for Halloween. I wish I could do something on this blog for Halloween like have one of those fancy smangled "blog parties" as they call it but I think I might get too depressed if no one else "attends" my blog party. Plus, I don't know how to do one.

If I'm still posting next year, I'll try to do "13 Days of Halloween!" Does that sound good?

So I think I'm either going to be Death or a gothic ballerina for Halloween. Either way, I can't go trick-or-treating anymore but I still have to look my spooky best when I pass out candy don't I?

Any other Gothic bloggers out there? Or writers who happen to appreciate the darkness? I want to make some friends... I've tried joining the book bloggers blogosphere (tongue twister!) but I do not read quick enough. I've tried joining the pagan bloggers blogosphere but then I realized that I really dislike religion in either way. Then, the writers blogosphere but not that many people want to talk to me. Sad face. All well.

Miss Morbid and the Handshake

Hello reader,



The school was abuzz today with the latest gossip of someone getting back together with someone for the third or fourth time. I can't judge, I got back together with my now long-ex boyfriend five times. Everyone is saying "oh so-and-so shouldn't have done that!" and all this other stuff. I can actually tell where so-and-so is coming from. It's hard getting rid and detoxing after yet another break up when you've been with the person for a long time or you had a milestone or two with them.



My now-boyfriend (whom I have had no drama with- yet) met my sister today. It was very good and he actually shook her hand. My sister told me afterward that she was joking around with mom saying that if she sees him, he better shake her hand!



I turned in that ten page research report (yay! It's done!) and now have to study for a test for the exact same class. I guess in college, you never get a break now do you?

Miss Morbid and the Worthless Class

Hey reader,

So today in the most worthless class ever (expository reading and writing), we discussed the "issues". Well... partly.

Okay, first you're probably wondering why a writer, like myself, would hate their expo. reading and writing class. Number one: I hate the teacher. She thinks all the students are so stupid, making us sound out "big words" like nostalgia to second grade. I mean, come on, we're juniors in high school. And, she also has this habit of lashing out at students, trying to make them feel bad about themselves. She's done that to me at least twice this year so far.

Number two: We don't even get to write. We get to "learn" how to read. Again, we did that in second grade but now the teacher's going on about "having a conversation with the author while reading". What the hell?

At least the other class with the other teacher gets to write. I know, I go in that class because I don't have anything else to do at that time and my boyfriend is in that class.

Okay, and now she's talking about "reading with the grain" and "reading against the grain". I know how to read without believing what the book or article says (I've read the Bible).

Oh, and let's not forget number three: we need to become better writers by actually reading matters that are relevant. Without relevance, we have no clue what the hell they're talking about. And not to mention the fact that we're doing all these checklists for reading. Who in the world keeps a checklist by them while they read? Apparently my expo. teacher and whoever wrote that goddamn book we're reading out of.

I guess the checklist thing counts as number four so now I'm going to go to the last one, number five: our teacher makes instructions so vague, no one knows what the hell she's talking about! We spent the first five minutes of our group work trying to decipher the hieroglyphics that is our teacher's speech.

Now that I've got that all cleared up, I just wanted to make this little note. The whole reason I wrote this post was for very little reasons, one: to introduce you to the most horrid class in my school. And two: issues are more important than baseball, football, soccer, ect...

One group decided to talk about the death penalty. It was interesting and I'm really for letting the assholes of the world die (sometimes I think for certain crimes they should bring back the electric chair). Barely anyone commented during that group's discussion but immediately after, the next group decided to talk about the debate between "which is the best sport?"

God... who cares? Apparently the youth of America do because then there was a Sahara sandstorm of opinions.

There were absolutely no opinions on the real issues but these fake issues get center stage. I'm a very political person for someone who is not allowed to vote yet and I just find it sad that the old past-time of debate is trumpled by the past-time of baseball.