I am so very confused. Here I am, last day of school (not counting the four more for exams), sitting at home, having survived (hopefully) eighth grade but feeling completely miserable. Why? I have no idea. I didn't even have that bad of a day. No one said anything that made me want to skip school and hurl myself off of a very large llama, there was no homework sparing studying, it wasn't even that strenuous, so why am I depressed? I have no idea. It's just like the question of why I am writing long sentences; I thought that I had agreed on short ones better. Mysteries of the world, I tell you.
Everything was going ok until science. I don't know why specifically, but I suddenly began to hate the world MUCH more than I usually do. As in, I told the person next to me that I hated the school and town. That was weird. Me? Letting out my true feelings? Weeeeeeeeeird.
It escalated from there. I glared at the teacher when he didn't give a definite answer (something he's renowned for) and instead of actually balancing the equation (something I normally find quite refreshing,) I just scribbled down random numbers. We had a pizza party during lunch, which wasn't bad, but all the stupid people just really bothered me. I'm talking obsessive bothering. The rest of the day was spent using no brain cells what-so-ever, yet I didn't even enjoy any of it. I managed to be pleasant enough to walk home with a few of my closest acquaintances (I suppose they could be called friends), and fooled around with them for a bit, but my day had nothing all that horrible in it. Why am I miserable?
I'm guessing that most of it comes from my old town. It was a k-8, so I would be graduating on Friday. It's not like the school was much better. There were a lot more rules and just as many bad teachers, but my four old best friends are going to the high school that my brother went to before we moved. A good high school, if that's possible. It was the one thing that I could look forward to, but now I'm stuck in the same bloody school for six years. Greeeeat.
This rant is completely hypocritical, as it really bugs me when people speak at medium length about really useless things that have no effect on other people, but I really don't give a rats petuty. I've tried for weeks to rant about something productive; politics, the economy, the dying human race, but, nothing! I think that I've hit my mid life crisis. I can't even be 'negative' as my teachers so kindly call it, for more than thirty seconds, and then BAM WAMMO POW CHIMP PAINFUL BLOW TO THE ARTERIES, I forget what I was upset about. I really need to go and buy a car or something, a convertible, something expenses and unneeded. Too bad I won't be driving for another two years and I spent my lunch money........
So, it's the end of the year. I'm sitting here, writing a badly written rant with no particular point, feeling the dog licking my toes, and, unless I die first (I don't want to jinx myself) I'll be in ninth grade next year. That's just great. I can't even wait, in fact, I think that I want to go to summer school. (I just wanted to see if I could actually write that. I can't believe I actually did. Slap, slap.)
Ok, I feel better now. Not much, but at least I am no longer contemplating dropping out of school and buying a sheep farm anymore. Hey, that's an idea. Sheeeeep.....mmmmmmmm.......