The Worst Day Ever

Ever.
At first, it was going to be the best day ever. Not having to wake up at six in the morning to get ready for school. Being able to go out to a lovely breakfast with my boyfriend. Not being late because of a certain someone who missed the bus. It started out great.
And then Calculus came.
Well, no, the class itself was fine. But the teacher wanted me to stop by during lunch. And guess what? Apparently my mom told him that I would be in that classroom every single day at lunch to work on homework. Fan-fucking-tastic. So he then tells me that I have to go print out the homework assignment. I'm walking in the rain to the library, only to find out that sophomores who didn't manage their time well are in the library making it unavailable for anyone else at this school to enter. So I can't print it out; I'm waiting in his classroom because he decided that it was a perfect time for him to buy lunch. And then after he loans me his copy and I give it back at the end of the class, he has to be a douche and make me bring his binder (on the shelf - within arms reach) AND put it back once he puts his papers back in it. I didn't have time to eat lunch, I'm only mildly hungry because I went to breakfast around nine, and none of my classes after lunch allow me to eat.
And then. And then... Arianna tells me that our Economics class doesn't meet in the library, because the librarian fucked up or something. So instead of walking to the next hall, I go all the way across campus, to find out that we ARE in the library after all. So I have to walk all the way back across campus in the rain to barely make it to class on time.
I want this day to die. I don't care if it has anything to do with pi. It just needs to go away. Like my mom.

One More, Please?

I'm sure a lot of people can agree with me on this one. My school just gave us a full week off this past week, and I have to say that I am not ready to go back just yet. There is still more sleep to be done, and I definitely want that. I miss waking up at my own pace and actually eating breakfast at my house. I miss staying up late talking with my boyfriend on the phone, not caring about when I need to go to bed, and just falling asleep with him on the phone.
This just makes me even more excited for graduation, and for college. I want to be able to choose classes that start at ten or eleven in the morning. I want to be able to not go to class on Friday. But something tells me that one day I'm going to look back and miss the structure of high school. Or maybe not. I know I'll miss that I'm guaranteed to get in a class. I know that I'll miss the classes that I've really enjoyed. I know I still won't care less about AP Language. That was just a terrible class, just saying.
But let's just look ahead at the future, shall we?