Currently break time, waiting in the english hub.

I actually took the time to check out my brother's rhymewords.com and as I guessed, non-existent site. 

D: My eyes are currently, 3/4 open and my brain is functioning, slow. I slept at I think, 12 plus last night trying to finish up my humanities essay. Just, the revolution essay. I didn't do my math, my anne frank preparation and my DT evaluation which I just found out today it's due tomorrow morning. Ph-ew. That gives me a free lunch later.

Not preparing for the anne frank argument thing wasn't a good thing to do. I was rushing to finish it on time during the double humanities and only after I printed my work out, I realised I left out some important points. >:P Man, last minute work. Even when I handed in my humanities essay which I slaved over last night, I did not feel confident or anything at all. I mean, after the overconfidence thing for my english allegory story, I really don't think I will do well for this one. My english allegory was raw, done last minute and contained like piles of grammatical and typo errors which like pulled my grades down D: Dang. I guess I'm planning to rewrite another essay for the teacher, at least that was what he said. If we weren't satisfied with our marks, we could write him essays to grade :/ I CAN'T DROP A GRADE IN ENGLISH!

Apparently, I now have been self diagnosed with the nerd syndrome. Why am I even going all crazy about my grades. D: I now understand how Christy feels.

And wheew, was my whole morning filled with non stop panic attacks. In the morning when I was at the science floor, waiting with everyone else, everyone started talking about their humanities essay with the bibliography and I'm like, " What? We need a bibliography? When did he say that? " And I went all hysterical and things. I was working on my bibliography during science while doing an experiment. It was nuts. And then at the end of science I printed it out from my labtop and had to rush to the second floor to keep my books in the locker and then to retrieve the print out. Thank god Ophelia did that for me.

Then I was rushing and having my panic attack at the same time, trying to find a stapler to staple my bibliography to my mark scheme and essay while the teacher just stepped out of the classroom to collect the essays as we went in. Man it was hectic.

Anyway, english now.