I feel like breaking something.

I really dislike my English teacher. There's at least two other teachers I know of who teach regular English IV. I must get out of my teacher's class. Even though I have maintained an above 90 average in there, she seems WAYY too eager to bar me from being exempt in her class, or from passing. I honestly think she doesn't like teaching. She talks down to us all the time. She complains that we're all going to go home and say that she failed us. She REALLY can't do anything TO me because I'm getting good grades and I'm not a disruption, but I cannot stand her. If she hates us all so much, she should retire. She's old enough to.

Anyway.

Mrs. T read my college essay, and said it was good, but I had a few too many commas. That's good to hear. I'm a pretty good writer, but my punctuation and spelling leave a little bit to be desired. I love writing, but I abhor grammar. I'm not awful at it, but I'm not brilliant either.

So this evening I'm going to do work for the English Teacher from the Dark Evil Place so my dad can help me review for the SAT, as I'm retaking it on Saturday. And I have to buy invitations and do applications and book the room for the party, and ahlakdkldask. My head hurts.

And thanks to the English Teacher from the Bad Place, I have D-hall tomorrow and no way home. Thanks a lot, English Teacher from the Bad Place. Bitch.