Bad day? You could say that. Word to the wise, leave me alone. I'm dead serious. How's this for fun: Your art teacher tells your crush you like him and now the whole class in on your case about it, -and- he knows. Whatever, could live with that. It's just some guy anyway. You're failing science and the teacher is a moron so it's really not helping the situation. Like she has any idea what's coming out of her mouth anyway! You wish you had a lunch period but you're too busy getting extra help in subjects which are actually worth learning, not the origin of fricken cells. WHO CARES? Atleast I'm passing math, that's way more important and my average in English is probably ABOVE 100. Does that say something? Oh, so your guidance counsellor is a moron and won't put you in the classes you requested and are ALLOWED to take. Hmmm... How many reccomendations do I have for theater class now and how many times have I said I'd prefer an 100 in regents English. Believe it or not, it's been proven it looks better to colleges. But yes, guidance is up my arss... So then you get home to get parents on your aout the stupid science and you're close to wanting to strangle the French teacher because she's insane and then- Sanctuary; the cast list for an audition to a play you thought you did great in- BOMBED. In short, I'm quitting. I can't deal with this right now. I'll take 4 classes at the local playhouse instead. They like me there atleast. But yeah, today has been great, best day of my life.