This morning, I went to my school to partake in something called “Calc Camp.” On Wednesday, I’m taking the AP Calc AB exam and my teacher holds this camp every year. We take a whole practice AP exam from start to finish and then we tally our points. From there, we estimate what our score might be on the actual exam. No big deal, right?
I love math, to a certain extent. I guess, this year, math was just, continuously, kicking me in the face. I got the concept of it but with all of the formulas and tricks, it was too much to handle. My Calc grade was always my best class, until this year and every time I received a bad grade, it discouraged me further. I lost the motivation to try harder than usual. Basically, I gave up two months ago.
So, I take this test and throughout the test, I kept smiling to myself. Not because I knew the answers. I was laughing at the ridiculous amount of information I didn’t know. I thought I knew it, and then, I gave up after the second section. At the end, my teacher wanted to record the points we tallied and I was hesitant to show her. She has so much faith in me and all I keep doing is failing. I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry.
Quickly, I left school and went home. I stopped for Starbucks and a bagel before I got on the F train. As I was walking, a man in a Columbia U sweatshirt looked at me and smiled. He stopped me, told me to smile and walked away. Dumbfounded, I smiled. Here, a random stranger looked at me, and told me to smile as if he knew that I was having the shittiest day ever. I was damn near tears at that point and he brightened my day, slightly. I smiled all the way home until I crawled into bed and slept my troubles away.
It’s still bothering me. But, knowing that you can find out a lot about someone through their eyes and that they are some genuinely nice people out there who care, made me feel nice.
my life for weeks :x
Time to do some online shopping.
lol love you bro.
How do you let go of something you never had in the beginning? Is there some sort of unknown attraction and hold that you just can’t let go of? Is it just the want to hold onto it still or the loose ends that were never tied?
la la la la loved it
-_- I just changed it.
<3 <3 <3 but where did you get yours? I’m in love with it. and haha, yesss. you’re so cute.
Not much, honestly. When I look at someone, I look at their eyes and smile. Anything else about their appearance, I disregard. You can tell a lot about someone through their smiles and their eyes.
The biggest mistake a parent can make is comparing their child to the child’s friend or to another child. I’ve seen this situation too many times in my life so far and I can’t bear to see it. It has happened to my friend so many times and I wonder “what’s the point?” Why can’t parents accept their child’s achievements and keep it pushin’? Comparing someone to another and then criticizing them because the parent doesn’t like what their child is getting is the worst thing to ever experience.
I need to make a “I hate life” playlist.
She’s no you. I’m no her.
It’s as if I’m just stuck in a constant wave of suspension. I’m waiting for something to set me free; to release me of my woes and fears and unleash feelings of success and joy.
Why didn’t I just apply to C.W Post, get accepted, go there with my close friend and be happy?
I feel so pathetic.
How did this even happen? How did I grow something for you? Why did I even allow it? I hate this. fucking hate it.
Can I just….unf.
Presently watching “Love Don’t Cost A Thing.”
I put this status up on facebook and automatically, many people gave me great suggestions. Now, I’m even more determined to leave America this summer.
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from you memory?
The stadium was like 5 blocks from our hotel.
mmm, Pique, Villa, Messi, Iniesta, Xavi, Alves, everyyyyoneeee !:D
have you ever stared at your words and wondered why in all of the things you chose to say, you plucked the fruit of letters—ate, spat out the seeds, and planted this?
I don’t want to leave Barcelona. I don’t want to leave barcelona. I don’t want to leave Barcelona. I dont want to leave Barcelona.
There was a riot for gorgeousness organized by women who stained the memories of admirers how, the flickering of eye lashes laid out a carpet so that I may back flip into your hiss of kiss, left hints but I ate the trail of breaching independence and wander into a field of wilting flowers, a woman with no power must riot, for gorgeousness.