Acedemia sucks.

So, I hate school. I mean, I have some good teachers and some good classes (only Philosophy/Ethics high school class in the state of Michigan ftw) but I have no classes with Mercy, only one with Noah, and neither Noah nor Max have lunch with Mercy and me. Blargh. Yes, I realize how shallow I am being, but really, when you have to sit through six hours of classes that are mostly useless to you because you signed up for them as filler to get the counselors off your back, you need socialization or you go mad.

Speaking of counselors and scheduling? I stated, several times, occasionally on paper, that I did not wish to be put in a Personal Finance class. I stated that this would make me very angry, and I would have to take drastic actions such as pitching a fit, possibly at the schoolboard, if this happened.

Guess what my sixth hour class next semester is.

Someone is getting a very stern talking-to, let me tell you.

I am, at the very least, on the school newspaper staff. Maybe they'll let me spell- and grammar-check the freaking articles before they go out in print.

If you'll excuse me, I need to go take some aspirin, hit my printer until it functions so I can make this damn poster for Journalism, call my girlfriend and whine at her for a while, and then force my mother to sign some things. And maybe pout about my lack of icon space if I have time.