All worked up and nowhere to go.

Today, two of my four advanced classes had tests, which by my luck happened to be back to back. Luck? I would call it tortured twist of events. However, no matter how bad I freaked out about my tests I realized now that the more I freak out the more likely I am to do well. Weird realization I know but sometimes everyone has to see the light. whether it be in a good or bad way I suppose. Well as for my calculus test, the jury has returned to show me I freaked out for nothing but only to get a 94 out of 100 and for my first calc test that is pretty amazing if I do say so myself. Government on the other hand is a different story. I don't think I failed the test but its government and politics, you either understand it or you're headed for the loony bin for even thinking about trying. School aside though, my 18th birthday is right around the corner and by that I mean next weekend. It's a weird feeling to think about being considered an adult, but everyone has to grow up, even if they stay a kid at heart. I can't say I don't miss making mud pies and burying my diaper in the sandbox (which my mother refuses to let me live down my stripping years). I was little and believed in freedom to express and dress how I wanted, whether it be naked or not. Anyway those were the simpler times of no homework, stay at home moms, and of course running around till I passed out onto my pillow top boat, I called my bed. But its time to face the harsh reality of facing the Walmart crazies alone and fighting with Comcast idiots online that live in India and speak no English. I want to get old but not just yet. Even after the clock hits 6:57 P.M. on October 8th. I will still be a simple 4 years old at heart when a rock could be a knife and the corn stacks in the backyard were a dangerous jungle full of man eating Lhasa Apsos running about. Homecoming Saturday after the SAT, again might I add but what ya going to do gotta make a living so better take the 5 hour test that is way too long for its own good, full of subject assessments you will probably never use again in your life. Unless of course you decide to become an SAT test maker. Then I would have to question that persons mental ability to pick more respectable job. Almosst makes me want to track down the writers of the WASL (now the HSPE...thanks Obama.) and question their sanity. Although it's not up to me, anymore than having to take an art class to graduate is. I can't draw and it wont help my career, DEAL. Oh well, high school is gone in a blink of an eye. seemed like yesterday I was a freshman freaking out in my kitchen about upperclassmen and now I have to decide on which senior picture to use. Life's a crazy ride, so you can't think twice. You just have to get in the car and drive.