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Yah, so senior year. Whoo, nothing but a damn breeze. Easy classes, no real work to worry about, nothing but relaxation and party *cue that stupid record scratch* Wha?

This year, so far, has done jack crap but drive me up a damn wall. Already, now I've been in school for nearly a month, I've had 2 research reports and a 1,000 word essay, the essay of course being due 6 days after school started. So, all of my classes are rediculously hard. I got nothing that I wanted but English and psychology (though not the teacher I wanted. This guy's a flippin' whack job. And as cool of a person as he is, I can't stand him). The rest of my classes are simply craptastic. I know all of one person over the course of every one of my classes.

So, first period I've got.... *sigh* German... Yah, German1 my senior year in high school... Smooth Springstead. The teacher quit last Friday, or Freitag, as I should say, and now I'm gonna have some new tight-ass teacher. It would just be my luck. Second period, on the other side of the school, mind you, is a relatively easy class with the biggest jock son-of-a-bitch teacher in the school. Football coach, of course. Third I've got psych. Now, it's a cool course, but the ammount of work is damned mind boggling. Fourth I've got Web Design. Cool teacher, easy class. It's a relaxation period really. Now, fifth period is the deciding point of the day. This is my College Enlgish course. Fortunately it's with the coolest 7 foot South-African-English-American-college teacher in the world. She's great, but the class scares me to no end. All I think about all day is whether or not I'm gonna make an ass of myself in front of the smartest people in the school. Then comes lunch, blah as usual. Finally... Eeew. Keyboarding. Now, this is the worst-case scenario. I have carpul tennel syndrome, as some of you may know, and thus, I've not ample control over my fingers like I should. Her "Style" Of keyboarding is utterly rediculous. I physically am unable to type her way. I will fail the class for that reason and the guidance department wanted nothing to do with it. My choice, my problem... Eat me, pricks.

So, needless to say, my day is generally quite stressful. I actually get sick worrying about my classes during the day, that's how focused I am on all of this. It's not healthy in the least. I started seeing a psychiatrist a week ago (hence how I konw this) and she even said the same. I need people to talk to, things to let myself relax with. I can't do that though. I hate people, not everyone, but people as a whole. I just can't relate with the masses and it's crushing. I'm going to lose it...

So, what with my dilemas I'm assuming you'd be expecting to hear about the pro's, eh? Well... Gimme a moment to think.
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Yeah I didn't think I was gonna find anything either.