If you're wondering why it took until Sunday afternoon/evening to post this, it is not because I was lazy and/or forgot.
It has taken me almost three days to cool off from what was one of the most horrendous experiences of my life, and I felt like you guys didn't need to read something I wrote under that influence.
It's still not quite out of my system, but I feel cool-headed enough to type it out.
Let me put it shortly: I have, probably, the worst English teacher on the face of the planet.
You know that wheelbarrow I was talking about? He contributed to most of it.
Thursday night/Friday morning, I spent a grand total of 12--that's right, TWELVE--hours on homework, 95% of which was for this teacher. And I completed almost nothing. I had to finish reading Heart of Darkness, FIFTY pages of it, and do quotes and analysis, PLUS a four-page worksheet for our summer independent novels. All between Wednesday and Friday. I didn't sleep Thursday night. I'm still recovering. That wheel barrow was full of a two-ton cinder block, and I felt like I was chiseling away at it with a plastic spoon. And this is only the first week of school.
@*^% my life. It's as if this guy thinks we DON'T have other classes in addition to his own, not to mention other AP classes. I'm fortunate enough to only have two AP classes on the days I have English. Some poor souls have three. Some have a fourth on the day we don't have English. I don't understand his logic.
It seems as though I've done an awful lot of complaining--mostly about homework--on this blog so far. That is not the purpose of this project. The purpose of this project is to chronicle every day of my Senior year. But if every day seems to go like this...it may not be a year worth remembering.
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