||[Apr. 20th, 2005|06:50 pm]
I have to admit, seeing a good portion of the class completely baked throughout the day was somewhat hilarious.
I hate not working hard. I don't mind not working at all, but when I do work, I like to be able to do a very thorough job and get a lot out of it. Today, a certain English teacher gave me a paper back, on which I got an A-. Now, I spent maybe an hour, the night before it was due, around 1 am. So if I can get away with doing jack shit and still receive a good grade, where's the motivation to work? There isn't any. And since there isn't any motivation to work, I get along by writing Zeljo maybe 2 paragraphs about why I think the book on modern Confucianism is complete crap. Satisfying, yes. Rewarding, no. Am I that weird to look forward to college so I can be intellectually challenged again? I put more effort into the daily crossword puzzle than I do into any of my classes. And on top of shitty school, I have developed allergies.
On a very happy note... 6 more days til freedom... By next Friday, school is OUT.
"I AM THE AVENGING SWORD OF TASTE AND DECENCY!!!"