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Today I got two more AP tests out of the way. That is actually all I did today as far as school goes, so I don't really have a whole lot along the way of school work to do. The best part is, is that two of my classes are now for the most part over. English tests are out of the way, and there is no final in the class, so we will simply finish up Macbeth, talk about it, and then do something cool for a week. Likewise, Statistics is completely done for. The whole point of that class was AP test preparation and now that that is out of the way, there is nothing more to do. We wil most likely do some form of internet study unit, which won't really accomplish anything. The AP tests, I have come to conclude, were written by people who don't remeber that they are writing tests to be taken by AP students. Thus the instructions are a little condescending. And don't even get me started on security. I was able to bypass their security and get a copy of the AP English Literature test, take a look if you so dare. I have come to the conclusion that I really dilike picking up my dad from the train. It isn't even for the obvious reason that it happens right when I am in the middle of something (like writing the little AP test thing) and I don't want to break aways from it. The reasons are actually quite simple. 1) my mom tells me that the reason I am to pick up dad at the train is because she needs to start fixing dinner so that we don't eat too late. This I fully respect, but lately, she doesn't start fixing dinner until after I get home from picking him up. 2) Whenever my dad rides in the car with me driving he, quite unneccisarily I might add, feels the need to hold the handle, and the arm rest very tightly,a nd generally act all nervious. Now, when I am by myself, or when I am with friends, or anyone but him for that matter, I am the most relaxed careful driver I know. But as soon as he brings all that tension into the car, my driving ability goes right out the window. It really makes me mad, cause he's going to be making some point about something I did, and he's gonna make me run into something. 3) last but not least, he hates any music I play. The only music he will listen to is the cd I made that is full of 80's music. I don't normally mind listening to that music (obviously not, I did make the CD). But not every single day. It isn't as though I am trying to make him listen to NWA. I am trying to have him listen to Radiohead. What's so bad about Radiohead? I don't know either, I'm sure my dad would be happy to tell you though. I don't know about any of oyu, but I take a lot of notice to the lyrics of songs, and they mean a lot to me. When I have someone tell me that I song I feel very strongly about is garbage it really sucks. I would rather not have to hear that. |