The air-conditioning makes lots of noise in hell...

So, here I am. Starting my second full week of school.

I had a math quiz today. Think I aced it - awesome, right? [insert self-praise here]. I should be joyous!

Aside from the fact I’ve got a bio test tomorrow, another math quiz Wednesday, a Spanish quiz Thursday, and a math test on Friday. Amazingly, we all got through Monday without cracking, though we did advise our teachers that they may want to bring raincoats to class the rest of the week.

The first draft of our Extended Essay (short version: long, complicated research paper for IB) was due today, so there was little relaxation over the weekend. If I were normal, I’d have simply been finishing it. But no. I’m neurotic. I had to finish it two weeks early. That left me lots of time to edit. When I edit, I suddenly realize - Oh my freaking god, this sucks. What was I thinking when I wrote this? I can’t hand this in!

In bio today, we were in a different classroom for one of the two periods. The air conditioning didn’t work. It turned on, yes. And it made noise. Lots of it. A grinding, “wrgh-wrgh-wrgh-wrgh”-esque noise. We turned it off, opened the windows, and it started pouring rain. So we shut the windows. Very hot. Very tired. Eyes getting heavy…Aaah! No! Must stay awake! Must realize I’m dozing off and jerk so spazmatically that you whack your knee into the underside of the desk and knock everything off your desk.

But I love school. Really. I even found a nice surprise in my locker today. Mouse droppings.

Comment. Discuss. Gimme something to read other than my bio text, because this IB student needs your help! Don’t let your country down!

Oh, and I know I’ll probably reread this in a day or two and wonder if I was tripping or something.

I’m not.

I’m on caffiene and not enough of it, though. Blame No-Doz, not me.

Sounds like you are doing fine, NinjaChick! You might want to see your “neurotic” behavior as just plain brilliance.

It wasn’t until graduate school that I started to write my papers long before they were due. Then I could lay them on the shelf, and study for the midterms and finals and not have to worry about the papers.

You are way ahead of were I was.

Stay cool! (Guess how old I am!)

People will tell you that you will look longingly back on these days.

Want to hear something REALLY scary? You might.

I am looking forward to your first post about your first professional review from a half-witted supervisor.

Good luck, little sister, and just think of it as an adventure.

Mmm. High School.

Sounds relaxing.