I should have stayed home today. Then again, I would have been miserable at home, so it was kind of a good thing that I went to school. At least I was miserable and caught up, instead of miserable and behind.
Everyone in my house says that the temperature is perfect. I think it's too cold. So mom stuck a thermometer in my mouth. Guess what? 103.5 degrees. Woot. Life is so great.
And I'm sick at heart, too. In science class, we graded our first test of the semester. I all ready knew that I pretty much failed it, but one of the girls had a question on the essay parts of my test that she was grading. I knew it was mine, because I looked over and saw the handwriting, plus I remembered my answers. Mr. Clark shredded them to bits. He said, "It's obvious that whoever wrote this likes to write and should have stayed out of the science field," and "This person isn't smart enough to remember what we talked about in class, so it's a no-brainer that they deserve zero points. Duh," and "Who is this? Did they even know they were in AP Environmental Science?" Et cetera, et cetera.
I only didn't begin to cry because everyone would know it was me. Even though a lot of people did know it was me. I bet they could tell because my cheeks were seriously on fire, and one of my friends in the front row turned around and smiled at me sympathetically.
I knew I was a loser. This just proves it.