A Rather Blustery Day

So long nice weather! The past few days have been beautiful, but when I woke up this morning, there was no sunshine warming my face. Hopefully it will clear up; what with prom and dance recitals and concerts coming up within the next few weeks. Theres not much on my agenda now that I finished all of my projects. There is a pile of homework on my desk, waiting to be done, but honestly, my case of Senioritis has reached Stage Four, and there is no cure for it now. Honestly, I have nothing to worry about. My classes are all easy, theres not much homework, and the ones that do have homework are all electives and I don't need them to graduate anyways. For instance, College-Level Calculus. Looking back at 11th grade Danielle, I scream because there was NO LOGIC REASON behind taking that class. I completed college level pre-calculus last year which fulfills my pre-calculus requirement for college next year. Why Calculus? The class and teacher have given me so much stress; its really the only class I have that I actually worry about. No point in worrying any longer though! I can't fail now. I calculated everything with my grades and final and everything and figured out that I only need to get like a 45 on the final to pass the course. Really, the only thing thats been kind of bothering me is preparation for the AP Calculus test. Our school has a funny little system set up where they combined the College-Level and AP class into one unit, so even if I completely bomb the AP, as long as I pass the course itself I'll still get college credit. Want to know how much I have been preparing for the AP? Well, for the last seven weeks of class, we have been reviewing old exams. Other students have been taking their time filling out the answers and searching for formulas. Me, on the other hand, doodle in the answer space and write poems about how much I hate calculus. Next week while my fellow classmates will be cramming for the test which is on May 5th, I will be laying in the sun down in Georgia without a care in the world. That test was made for people going Ivy, not students like me going to small, catholic colleges. Gannon doesn't care if I draw illustrations instead of answers on that AP test. Well, I'm about to go tanning to work on my base-coat for next week (I don't want to fry in Georgia.) Here are some pictures of the finished products of the past five days of labor.