Bent Curve

I don't usually bitch about what kind of week I'm having at school, but I feel as though I should make an exception. Beside the fact that this week has been a total bitch, I'm running a little low on Journal entry material.

I've got three things to finish for English III before class tomorrow. I need to write a two page formal poetry explication, write up a Thursday letter to Mrs. Sherman, and think up a thesis statement and topic sentences for my upcoming "Black Boy" paper. That's one metric fuckton of work. I've also got this presentation to give in English. I don't care how respected this W.E.B Du Boise guy is in the literature world, this book is a pile of over-verbose crap. I could write my own Cliff's Notes for this book on one index card.

I'm glad I don't care about my grades.

I should rephrase that. I care about my grades on the outer level, I care about passing; however, I have no desire to turn the first half of my life into a hell busting ass at some elitist college. I'm not going waste my time or effort learning meaningless junk just to raise number on some college application. An IT degree from the damn University of Phoenix that gets me a job at a local internet company would be more than fine. Hell, I would be happy just handling the computers at some local business. The point I'm trying to make here is that I know people with near perfect grades that are so depressed they're about to kill themselves; and here I am with C's, D's and a sunny disposition.