AP History has improved my life, though at the same time it stole my soul (I'm making a new improved one)

Last year I'd waste over 7 or 8 hours working on a portfolio. Now that I've become a word-making ninja though APUSH, I just churned one out in less than 2.

Speech skills have improved drastically. When Adam Sloan says you do well (even though there may have been some bias in his judgement) you know you do well. I still have a problem with time crunches for speeches, though. Got cut off halfway through my speech today in APUSH.

Good news is that now we're doing freaking POETRY (il douche - I love poetry) in lit and NOTHING in APUSH. HAHAHAHA.

Poop on other classes. At this point I just want the yaer to be over so I can rebuild my soul and do some hard, manual labor. And get good at frisbee. Damn, frisbee is amazing. I'm going to teach myself some good moves (like the meteor, bender, climber, stopper, hammer, thumber, forehand versions of all of them, corkscrew, etc.... wanna know about em? Ask me at school) and use them playing ultimate frisbee next year, where I will be il douche.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I've found a new physical skill to perfect. Frisbee. Teh ownage.

I love you all. And I thank everybody for not shooting up our school. I figured that wasn't going to happen today, when I saw it on 3 channels on the news AND saw over 10 cops at school today. If I were wanting to gun a school, I would "say" it was on X-day, and do it the next day, after everybody is relieved. I think the real danger is tomorrow.

On that note, I'm going to go play first-person shooter games. Ironic.

     My quest for mental absolution progresses, albeit slowly.

     Reprioritization of myself has worked well. My grades have suffered (marginally) in certain classes, but I'm pulling a ninja-wisdom and accepting that my intelligence is not based on a sophomore year IMP4 portfolio. Especially when I get a 98% on the final test. I mean come on.

     As for the physical fitness thing, I've progressed. Although a lot of it is testerone-induced. The whole involuntary strength gain, getting taller, limbs and joints not hurting any more... You know what I mean. But I've felt spasms of energy that I really have to supress. That was a constant problem with me when I was taking Tae Kwon Do, and I take it as a sign that my all-around energy level has increased, which was my main goal to begin with.

     I've also reverted to my just-do-it motto, which is in no way related to shoes, or sports. Too many people are limited by "I can't". And while there are things physically beyond one's reach, many get to the point where "I can't" becomes an excuse for "I won't"... No, I didn't coin that phrase, but it's true. And I've decided that whenever I can, I will. Unless I don't want to, of course.

     Other than that, my stress level has been pretty high. I'm getting the eczema on my arms, which really sucks. Stress related. And I have a problem with scratching sores and picking scabs, so I have these sores that don't go away - even after the eczema is gone - and I look like a meth addict. So I've been trying to deal with those

     But what I was actually going to say about stress level is because of this:

     -We have to be at my grandmas house, living there, by the end of the month.
     -Finals to study for
     -Math portfolio, AP Project, Lit Project.
     -Moving to my grandmas is a process that will take weeks (packing everything) and packing is all-but impossible under present conditions of homework and study.

     But I'll manage. I always do.

     Good news that nobody needs to know. (stop reading, I won't care - neither will you) my grandmas dog, soon-to-be kind of our dog, Cindy, used to be on the verge of death, because she was so fat. My grandma fed her cookies and cake and whole sandwitches (sick) and she was about 150 pounds overweight. Cindy (the dog) broke her hip, and had lots of trouble walking.

     Ironically-yet-expectedly, when my grandma had her strokes (two of em!) but managed to stay alive [with a BP of 270? DAMN!] and all that sad stuff, she was in the hospital for months. Then rehab, then back in the hospital. Anyways, when she got back, Cindy weighed about 130-140 pounds less. She looks like a dog, not a black sheep with an ugly face. Cindy can run. Jump. Fetch. Roll over. Be a dog.

     I like how I probably depressed you with the fat-dog sick-grandma thing, but my whole point was good news about my dog losing weight. Not to say that it was good that my grandma had two strokes, but some good managed to come from it.

     I want more insight than I have, also.

     Oh yeah, and Adam Sloan may well be in charge of S*S (S-squared) next year. It will actually be funny.

Hah.

AP tests of all sorts - done
Rest of school year - breeze

Laramie Project - ninja

     I'm at about a 60% confidence level for the AP test.

     Which is good, considering I've had little time to study. I've been going over to my grandmother's a lot to help clean up and get it ready for our move. By the way, I'm moving to my grandma's. I get a room with over double the square footage of my current room, with a 7 foot roof, a fireplace and a sliding glass door. It's a fixer-upper, because it's a 50 year old house, but I plan on fixing it up

     I just took a sample test in one of the old AP books my sister gave me. I felt pretty good about it. Out of the 20 questions I answered (I answered every 4th question, to get a sample of the test [a copy of an old AP test]) I got 16 right, which is 80%. I felt good about the DBQ, and allright about the essays, which I just outlined instead of actually writing out.

     So I don't think I'm going to die this Thursday afterall. Besides, I've gotten to the point of indifference. I just want to get it overwith. The only test I'm concerned about at all is the AP final, which is the week after (the one that affects my grade, and isn't nationalized and standardized) this Thursday. From then on it's easy ridin', only having to think about Japanese, Math, Chemistry and Lit.

     Next year is going to be a blast. I'm not at all worried about the IB classes I'm taking (All the ones I would have taken anyway - minus, I think, chemistry (to be replaced with an advanced but not IB computer class) because they're subjects I don't HATE or SUCK AT.

     History sucks. Especially being force-fed history. I can't wait to learn Japanese (on my own, because our Japanese teacher isn't that great.) and IB Math, which I'll own at. And Physics and Computer classes? Psh, forget about it! What about English? Well, it's not my strongsuit like math is, but I'm pretty good at it. Besides; I don't HATE any of them, so my mind won't subconsciously block information out. The workload won't be fun, but I won't struggle to get through it, because of the following, over-elaborated-yet-well-stated explanation.

     My brain is like a dog with lots of hair. The dog doesn't like being squirted with water, especially history-water. But the dog loves huge puddles, lakes, oceans of other kinds of water. It will run from history-water, but will dive into and roll around in other kinds of water. The amount of water in the hair is my knowledge.

    I'm a man of strange analogies, that kind of work... sort of.

    By the way, bubble-yum flavored soda SUCKS. Sorry Adam.