Tomorrow morning I have to get to school by 7:35 if I want to redo the physics lab before heading to the first NHS meeting of the month.
The lab wasn’t hard, but we attached the wrong resistors to the circuit by accident. I only realized it after my friend JW told me so, and I confirmed it with my physics teacher.
I’ll have to wake up at six ten tomorrow. Joy.
The survey part of the essay is stressing me out. Seriously. I don’t know how I’ll go about it.
Today a fight broke out in the cafeteria a few minutes before the bell rang. I don’t know what happened because I couldn’t see it, but there were people standing on the tables screaming “ohhhh” while the principal and a few teachers rushed in. It was over very quickly. That’s American public school for you–full of excitement.
At least I got done with a lot of things today. Three tests and two quizzes.
I’ve been thinking about getting a Snapchat. It seems fun. About time I started using hip new technology to keep up with the kids, y’know? I’m out of the loop. I should start doing what all the cool kids do. Kidding.
I’m still stressed out. It’s alarming how often I’ve written about wanting to die in my personal journal (the paper one I have). It frightens me. I wish I could go get a diagnosis, but my parents would never let that happen.
Maybe I’ll go to Oklahoma for college. I don’t know. If I become a National Merit Finalist, OU will offer me more than $130,000 for five years of schooling, including housing, tech, textbook and other fees. That’s even better than what TAMU would offer me, even if I graduated in the top ten percent and was automatically admitted. Maybe I’ll go to OU like my sister instead of TAMU like my brother. I don’t know. OU is less nicely ranked than TAMU, and Oklahoma seems to be even more boring than Texas. I don’t know, though. I’m conflicted. If I hate it there, I’ll hate myself for not just accepting TAMU. But then, the best thing would be if I got a great scholarship to somewhere else–somewhere prettier and more liberal. TAMU is very conservative.
But let’s think about closer things right now. Like school. There’s a lot to do. I really like high school–maybe not the social part so much, although it’s completely fine and I’m not getting bullied or anything terrible like that–and I can honestly say that these two years of it will become nice memories in time.