Today was a bad day.
It started off with me being a little late in catching the school bus, and the bus uncle was kinda in a rush so he just hit the gas before I could sit down properly and well, yeah it was just not nice semi-sitting semi-falling onto a seat. Then reached school and did Vectors Tut, managed to finish the last bit of question 5, question 6, and 7a, which is an accomplishment considering how wrath-inducing Vectors is. PE was okay too, did some crazy circuit thing with Sophia but we survived! And ran 10 rounds around the Netball courts ahaha.
Then Chem prac was some crazy shit with quenching and whatever and it was just bad because for the first time ever I got lectured by a teacher for my titration skills. Like, this is what I've been doing for the past 3 years ever since I was taught titration in Sec3, and no other teacher has commented on it so harshly, or even commented on it actually, and I guess it was just a little overwhelming to suddenly get shot in the face. Shall treat it as room for improvement, but I'm going to go with the theory that my Chem tuition teacher tells me: if a student does something wrong, he is not a bad student, he just has a bad teacher. Not that I'm blaming my past Chem teachers for not teaching me the right way to titrate or anything, and I still think there's nothing wrong with my way of titrating things [Like hello results for all my titrations have been more or less accurate for the past three years?!] but ohwell just suck it up. I think I'm still allowed to gripe over this though because I truly do feel rather affronted. Sigh. Deal with it.
Hm, Econs and GP after that was fine though, like Econs we went through the newspaper article thingy and I shall take pride in being able to remember how to draw the kinked demand curve for oligopolies. And GP we did some stuff on Aristotle and his natural formation of states or something like that, and we watched videos on how animals display such forms of grouping and clustering and territorial shiz like that. Anything to do with animals is a plus for me!
Well then had training, where we did intervals. Supposed to do 4 sets of 2 rounds with 2min rest in between, and then a 5min rest before doing another 3 sets. I only made it past the first 3 sets before my ankle died. And I wanted to cry so much right there and then because it's frustrating when the heart is willing but the body is weak. I thought I could keep on going, even though it had started to ache a little during the second set, but I managed to finish, so I went on the third set and everything just went downhill from there and there was so much hate. Then there's the whole fine line between pushing yourself and going overboard. God knows what would have happened to my ankle if I went on with the rest of the sets. I hate my ankle so damned much.
Got to do homework now Chem Tutorial first thing tomorrow morning how fun. Need to draw a graph. Graph graph graph. Hate graphs. He's probably going to criticize my drawing or something. Need to flush out all this pessimism.
Wish everyone could just be happier.