Also, I MUST remember to get a copy of MacBeth from the library tomorrow. I've got a bunch to read over the holidays, which is most certainly not a bad thing. There's;
MacBeth by Shakespeare
Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy (all five) by Douglas Adams
The Outsider (again, to totally familiarise myself with it before my exam next term) by Albert Camus
The Teeth Of The Tiger by Tom Clancy
I love having heaps to read.
You know you have a problem with U2 fanaticism when you're so focused on the fact it's April four and that's mentioned in Pride that you thoroughly miss noting it was 04-04-04. Oh well, what's 05-05-05 for?
Now, my Maths C problem solving exam yesterday. We were sitting in the library beforehand discussing what the three questions would be, and determined what they HAD to be: one on vectors, one on linear programming, and one on those polynomial thingamajigs I know inside out. The first two because we'd done a lot of them and they were perfect problem solving questions, and the last because it didn't appear on the knowledge exam. So in period two, I walked into class, sat down, got my exam paper ... and shock hit. Question one - vectors. Question two - linear programming. Question three - WHERE THE HELL ARE MY POLYNOMIALS? It was some random question to do with approximating small changes and really basic mathematics worded in a complex fashion. I just gaped in shock. The vectors ... I honestly have NO idea how I did this one. I didn't have a clue, so I bluffed my way through with a page of working. The linear programming I most likely would've completed if I hadn't forgotten how to do something on my graphics calculator. DAMN GRAPHICS CALCULATOR. I hate those things. So annoying to use. So I whacked down all that I could, made some estimations and good guesses, and wrote over three quarters of a page. It was nice, considering. Then the third question ... it initially seemed intimidating, then I figured it out and life was suddenly good. Ran out of time to write my conclusion but oh well. I walked out feeling angry there were no polynomials but confident I'd passed, with a C for each question.
Then in last period, I was told I got a B+. ... How? I'm stunned. I bluffed my way through this exam. I don't know how I did it. I must still have it in me. You realise I did no study at all for this exam? Maybe I really still am the best maths student in the grade ... or would still be, if I had even an ounce of caring.
Today's my Maths B problem solving exam. This I will fail, but I've lost all caring. I'm not even thinking about studying, that's how little I care and how bitter I am towards the subject. It's just so stupid and I won't bother. We also have our school's Easter service, which could be either 1. really well done or 2. bubblised and hateful. We'll see. Poor Sam's had to get there at 6:30am to prepare. Woe is him.
Speaking of Sam ... we had a pretty good talk yesterday, though I don't think we addressed some important issues we need to. At least I know our friendship isn't in as dire straits as I thought it was. So ... I guess I'll have to raise them with him at some point. Also appears he's continuing to go through the teenage stage of "well I like this girl." Um ... you've barely been split up from Lauren for long, and now you're liking someone new? Who you don't really hang around a great deal? And then when things don't go perfect, you whinge about women being difficult? Well, hmm. The more I'm around stuff like this and the more I analyse it, the more I'm sick of people having their petty little "likes" and so forth. I hate to break it to you, but odds are you're just in some fleeting infatuation (even if it lasts for a year or two, and I'd sure as hell know, thank you very much) and the relationship you desire will not last. Grow up a tad, thanks. No, I'm not being negative, I'm being realistic. There's a difference.
And sure, I've ranted about this before, but it just keeps on happening and happening and happening. It's one reason why I can't wait to get out of high school. People just don't seem to be mature about friendships, relationships, or emotions in general there. The funny part is, from my observations, the only people who could actually maturely handle a relationship are those who wouldn't get into one.