A last semester in a high school student.

Wow, in a very sarcastic tone.

First off, when I saw my period 1 in my program schedule, there's a big time reason why to raise an eyebrow.
My counselor still gave me an English elective as if we have not talked about this before.
As a matter of fact, we have talked about this more than twice. Ugh.

Well okay, maybe she just simply did an honest mistake or "forgot" that I'm already done with my English classes because there are a lot of students' program schedule that should be done, too.
Oh, s-o-r-r-y, but I was once told that "they prioritize senior students."
Or they also forgot about that? Or maybe they switched their priority to everyone else?
But oh well, there's nothing more to whine about this, since there is nothing I can do but wait.

Second period, wow, strike two.
Why am I in an Art Intro class?! O_o
Uhh.
Art Introduction is not equal to Digital Imaging

Hello? Hello? Hello?
Am I missing something?
And wow, I can say that she is hella' obsessed about everything being proportional.
Hm, I say that's good for an Art teacher? I.. guess?

Let's skip period three.

Period four, wow, strike three.
I am now officially a lone wolf in French class.
Is that a good thing or what? Uhh, I don't think so.
For the three semesters of my French class, this is the first time that this happened.
But hey, I found out that I got a pretty good score in our final exam last Fall semester.
Ah, that was a good break from the craziness I'm having for the day.

Skip period five, I'm sort of okay with it.

Period six, nothing much, it's my Math Analysis class.
Ah yes, Math, my weakness.
One of our friends left for period three, and another one wants to switch to honors' class for Math.
I wouldn't really want to whine about that, I mean that's for her advantage and plus the fact that Math is her A+ subject.
But to think that she is the first person I always turn to whenever I need help, you have no idea how badly I want her to stay.
But as I said, it's her life, and it's going to be her decision. :]

I think that was it for the first day of my final semester in high school.
I'm just planning to fix my classes tomorrow, just like what my counselor told me that she's going to fix schedules by tomorrow.

"I'll talk to my counselor, fix this crazy schedule, and the next thing I know, I'm in the classes I want to be in."
I thought to myself.

*toot* There will be no class changes until you hear any announcements that you can finally change your classes. Please wait for the announcements. *tooot*
--says a lady in the intercom. oh and wow, she seems annoyed.

And so, screw this until everything gets fixed.
Ugh. I just can't believe that I am THIS disappointed knowing that it
is my last semester in high school.

_pishbolera