January 2012
What a week.
My finals week started off with a call to the office. Precisely, a call to the Assistant Principal of Discipline’s office about something so insignificant. Rather than bothering the IB kids, he needs to be searching for the real druggies/cheaters.
And now, after a semester of battling with APUSH, I’ve decided to drop down to regular U.S. History. Don’t worry, I don’t feel...
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Yes, it's true.
I am the girl who had a mental breakdown in Platt’s 4th period, IB English class. It’s only because finals week is always so overwhelming. But I assure my fellow students, I didn’t cry because of my A- (which I am more than satisfied with), but because of the stress I’m receiving from each of my classes. I thought my grade dropped down to a B and I seriously couldn’t...
Good-bye.
Until after finals (:
