this week has been one of the most challenging and yet one of the most, in a strange way, enlightening weeks this year. well, its only wednesday, so by this week i mean these past two days. its the end of the first quarter, and by that i mean, there's a lot of schoolwork to be done. especially in biology. my bio teacher is starting to get on my nerves. ive never encountered someone as...i dont even know the word to describe her...well, she gets sort of annoyed easily, she seems impatient and yet at the same time, she seems unresponsive or like she has no emotions. try to come up with a word for that. maybe you have to know her to know exactly what i mean. the point is, her personality is dull and yet intimidating. when i talk to her, she always seems annoyed at the world and tired. i dont think she really wants to be a bio teacher. she doesnt seem too enthusiastic about it. despite the fact that i have one of the highest grades in the class, i am really not interested in pursuing a career in biology or any sciences, and if i was, her attitude towards everything would probably be just the thing to kill that dream. its a good thing what i want to do has nothing to do with biology. so, yesterday in english i got my essay back, the one where wrote about what type of answers i received when i asked people that i knew which they would rather have if they were asked to choose between a million dollars or the ability to fly. my english teacher said: "i love this essay. its both whimsical and profound and your touch in handling it is as light and delicate as a butterfly's wings." yea, so the metaphor is a bit unnecessary but hes an english teacher. what do you expect? i should have listened to sophia, or at least believed her. i was so afraid no one would like the essay or get the point. my intentions were to make people think, it was meant to be though provoking, and what my english teacher said made me feel like i accomplished my goal. plus, hes alluded to it in class. to me that means that my essay made him think about what the point was too. thats exactly what i want my writing to do: make my readers think. i have to write a looong lab report for biology. its 11:58 pm. two more minutes and halloween is over. i wont get much sleep tonight. but thats what you get for leaving the room for just a second but then deciding to come back two hours later after watching a movie with my mom. it was a good movie. i dont regret it. so what if i will have to stay up late tonight writing this crap. and so what if i have english homework after that. on sunday night i stayed up until (you wont believe this) five in the morning! finishing a project for biology. that class is killing me. i may be getting all of the work done, but im loosing sleep and my sanity in the process. since i went to bed at five and then woke up at six, i got less than an hour of sleep. can you imagine? God, it was so painful. no, i never want to go through that again, especially since sleeping is one of my favorite things to do ever! but i dont think i will ever go any further than five AM. this report doesnt worry me. omg, this may sound weird, but i just realized that im starving. how can i be so hungry but finally notice right now? uuuggghhhh..