I don't think I like university so far.

So, since we last spoke, I moved and started university in a new city. That's exciting! Kind of.

Due to the fact I was painfully lazy in my last year of school, only taking 2 classes and barely working in them, I'm only taking 3 classes for my first semester in university. Psychology, Linguistics and History. Yay.

I haven't decided yet if I like my classes. I don't think I do, if only because I have to do things like wake up early and leave the house to go to them. To do that whole "waking up early" thing, I have to go to bed at earlier than 7am, which was my preferred, usual time all summer. I don't like this much change all at once. Therefore, I do not like the reason for change. The reason for change is university.

I'm sure some people expected me to start going out and socializing and making friends once I started school. I must assure you that is most definitely not the case- my body made sure of that. It decided I needed a disgusting cold right at the start of the year that is lasting about 2 weeks to ensure I don't seem remotely appealing to anybody. That's right, since moving here, I have said hello to literally 2 people outside of my family in real life. One of them doesn't really even count, because I went to school with her before I came here.

Yup. I definitely am living a real college life. ;_;

I miss Calgary. I just want to go home. :(

Hiatus is done!

I apologize, I took a break from anything on the internet that required me to do ANY thinking for a few weeks, and I like to think I was extremely productive! I finished all of my homework for the end of the year (something I typically don't do) and am done, for better or for worse, my scary exam.

Now then. How have we all been? I've personally been pretty good. Busy, but good. I've also become painfully addicted to Tumblr, and spend way too much of my time on it reblogging things about The Hunger Games.

As for my terrifying exam- it was my English Diploma Part A. I had to write 2 pieces. One had to be a critical/analytical response (CAR) and the other had to be a personal response. The CAR had to be about a piece of literature we studied, personal response was a personal response to the poem/short story/picture they gave us.

We had a pretty easy topic I think - the role adversity plays on someone. Their ideals or something, I forget the exact quote. Either way, it was simple. I wrote my first essay about Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller, talked about Willy and stuff. My second piece was a short story based off the poem they gave us.

Considering the CAR is worth 15% of my overall mark and the story is worth 10%, I think I did okay. The exam I write tomorrow will be worth 25%, but it's just a reading comprehension. I'm most definitely not scared!

In which high school is my own personal hell.

I really, really hate high school.

I wasn't this way at first. I spent the first half of grade ten trying my hardest to like it. I tried to make friends. I even tried to not want to smack everyone that pushed me in the hallways between class.

Really, that last thing is next to impossible when you need to go through the Intersection of Death to get to your lunch spot. I still tried!

However, after that first semester, it wasn't working. Infact, it was trying to make friends that ruined quite a few things, such as my boyfriend at the times life. (Really, that song that's like "Don't trust a ho" is so true).

So since then, I have made my personal stance on high school "this place really sucks." Honestly, it does suck. I don't like it at all. And everyday I'm stuck in here makes it even worse. Take today for example. I am in my creative writing class, and my teacher decides we all need a chance to get to know each other. I strongly disagree, so I turn my music up louder and continue working. It turns out we were going around the class and saying something about ourselves.

Needless to say, I did not respond when it got to me.

I wasn't the only one at least. My best friend (HI ERIN!) didn't either. Neither of us are game for that kind of bullshit.

After this lovely, super fun activity, I turn to her and tell her how much I thought that what just happened was painfully stupid. She agrees. The girl beside her, who is exactly the type of girl who has made the last 12 years of my schooling terrible, turns to us and says "Stop being dicks!"

...Excuse me? You want me to stop being rude, when all of you people have never, ever done a nice thing for me? Yeah, right. I'll get right on that.

So we just tell her no. And now I just remembered exactly why I hate high school.

Stupid little bitch.