"I think it's a sin to sit down and let your life go, without making a try for it."

So this is the last Monday morning when I will have to get up at six AM to go to CC.  Ms. Ferrell says doesn't that make you sad?  NO.  I cannot wait to get out of here.  I am so sick of stupid annoying high school teachers.  I am sick of some of the people here.  I will keep up with my close friends, and maybe keep tabs with some other friends through Facebook.  I'm not sad.  Sure, it's an end of an era, but it's also a beginning of a new era and I am too excited about college to be bummed by the end of high school. 

Mr. Taylor decided to be himself today.  It's people like this that make me want to leave West Fo'.  I have done nothing but help his department.  I honestly could care less about the choral department.  I love choral music.  I love singing.  But I am so sick of Mr. Taylor that I dread going to class every day.  It shouldn't be like that.  But anyways.  So I have to take a make up my AP Bio exam on Friday afternoon because Bio and Music Theory over-lapped on the scheduled test day.  It also just so happens that Mr. Taylor is not going to be in class on Friday, and he is having us make up that video that he threw the bitchy tantrum about because the sub said we were talking and not paying attention.  Whatever.  So I go up to him and say I'm not going to be here Friday because I have to make up an AP exam.  He replies, "Well, you'll just have to set aside an hour to come in and make up the video."  Well, even with the zero on the video I have an A in the class.  So I say, "Well, I'm not really worried about the video, it's the absence I'm worried about and I just wanted to make sure that the sub counts me present. (because I have three absences in the class and don't want to take the exam)."  And in his bitchy, self-righteous, I hate CC, my class is most important, I'm an annoying bastard kind of way he starts going off about how they can't expect me to miss his class, and they set aside two weeks for AP testing, and I shouldn't be missing his class for an AP test when they already had two weeks of AP testing.  Well, even though I want to get angry because I have a temper of my own, I know the best way to handle Mr. Taylor is to stay calm.  I explain how two of my exams overlapped and I have to make one up.  Calmly keeping inside all that I wanted to say about how many times I missed my CC classes for his class (I'd say probably ten this year), and how his class is not as important.  To which he replies, "Well, I'll just have to talk to the administration about this."  Well, I say, The administration has nothing to do with it, it is a Collegeboard scheduling thing.  And he keeps ranting, so I turn around and walk away.  So now I get the pleasure of going to get a note from CC guidance to prove to Mr. Taylor I should be counted present.  I mean, seriously, it's to his benefit to count me present.  One last exam he has to grade.  I mean, it's chorus.  I'd make an A on the exam anyway even without watching the damn Scott Joplin video. 

It's times like these that make me glad high school is ending.  Oh man, poor poor frechmen that get him for four years.  And I couldn't stand him for two.