APM&S is very, very dull. Mrs. Pyers says we need to know all of this stuff but no one does. I’m totally going to fail finals. What the hell! We’re ALL going to fail finals.
What really got me when I learned about APM&S is that you take it, and then the school board still makes you take separate math and science classes. Really, though, we learn nothing in APM&S, so it makes sense. Seriously, how can you trust a class that sounds like a woman in a pissy mood? But taking two math classes is way too much for me. I don’t even like ONE math class.
Okay, this isn’t turning out to be so bad. I mean, it’s not like this huge weight has been lifted from my chest, but I don’t feel horrible. Not yet at least. Maybe it’s one of those things when nothing hurts until three hours later, like the pathogenic bacteria that are like a time bomb.
Hey! I learned something from Mrs. Pyers!
I don’t know why Frankie thinks I have unadulterated hatred. Seriously, look back at this entry. What’s so hate filled about it?