Le Francais est Stupide!

WARNING: This post is basically just an anger rant. Be prepared to read the fiery wrath of Morgan.

The extent of my French knowledge.
Gif courtesy of :  The Odyssey Online

As you may or may not know I am currently taking French. To this you may have one of three different responses. 1. "Ohh that's so cool! French is a beautiful language." 2. "Geez why would you do that? No one speaks French except for the french." or 3. "I hear they have really amazing food. There bread and cheese are amazing."  All of these statement/questions are true. (especially the last one). And to be completely honest I don't know why I decided to take French back in 7th grade. No one really speaks French except for a few countries. And really, I completely regret it, but at this point it is too late to turn back. I am in French III, so there is really no point in starting over with a different language. But even though this is my third year I still suck at French! I mean I'm pretty good with the grammar, but speaking and listening is a totally different topic. My accent is the WORST! Even though sometimes I do hate the class this doesn't mean I don't try.

When Mr/Ms. Stupide randomly yells at you for nothing.
Photo courtesy of: Divine Caroline

This leads us to what forced me to write this post: my teacher. Just to keep this teacher free from hate we are going to refer to them as Mr/Ms. Stupide. Because I know all of my adoring fans would just blast them with hate after this. *cough cough* No one. Anyway, for some unknown reason Mr/Ms. Stupide seems to hate me with a burning passion. I know I'm not always the best student, but this doesn't give them the right to treat me unfairly. I talk just as much as the other kids in my class. I do just as much work as the other kids in my class; I may do even more work sometimes. I pay attention just as much as everyone else,  but he/she seems to pick me out of the crowd. This is not fair! So uncool Mr/Ms. Stupide. And I know what you are all thinking "Oh Morgan. You're being so silly.  You are making this all up in your head! Mr/Ms. Stupide doesn't hate you." All I have to say to that is "Ferme ta bouche!" You can ask any of my friends in that class. He/she hates me and they're not secretive about it. How might I know this you ask, well here are some examples. Once I wrote Mr/Ms. Stupide an email regarding my friend and I's project he/she never responded, but when my friend emailed him/her they responded in less than thirty minutes. Also, he/she has told me to stop talking when my mouth has not opened once, several times. Along with this he/she called on me in class to answer something. I will answer to question to the best of my ability and he/she will yell at me for not doing it. Shall I go on?

Overall, I have done my best in that I class. There was even a solid month where I was on top of everything. I was doing homework that no one else did and even answered questions that no one else knew. I try and sometimes I don't understand what is going on. Mr/Ms. Stupide takes this as me not caring or not trying; I take this as a comprehension error. But it has now gotten to the point in this class that I almost stormed out of the class. Luckily this is my last year with Mr/Ms. Stupide. Thank you for reading my anger rant about French. Au Revoir! Until next time!

-Morgan :) <3

I May Be Dead After All

As some of you may also be experiencing it, the last week of the Semester at TMJH was this week. Last year finals were okay and first quarter this year was hard, but I can officially say I'm truly scarred by my first High School semester final. This week has been dreadful.

I decided to dedicate my whole weekend to studying. I have a whole notebook that I use for studying and I have probably used half of it within this past week. Normally I'm not one for studying, but I'm trying really hard to keep my grades up and do well on tests. So I studied for math, english, and science the whole weekend. I wanted to go into the last week of the semester prepared and ready.

This whole week.
Photos courtesy of : theodysseyonline

I had a total of eight different test and quizzes this week. Then, two performance reviews for Drama and this blog assignment. Not to mention I had to do something everyday after school. Plus at least twenty panic attacks and one full on mental breakdown. To say I have been stressed out would be and understatement. Every night I would come home and go straight to my desk. My parents understood I was studying and tried to lighten my load of chores to make it easier. Several nights I ended up eating dinner at my desk just so I could finish everything. I was up till ten almost every night and there was even one day when I had to get up early to finish my homework. The hardest part about this week was that I went in prepared and still almost died of stress. I know it is only my Freshman year and I can't even start imagine how much harder finals are going to be in the rest of High School. (TERRIFYING)

I have learned a lot from this week. Not only have I learned that High School is hard, but I have also learned that it is possible. As many test as you take and as hard as teachers are, it is still possible. Just eat well, and get as much sleep as possible. And as hard as it may seem it is better to go to bed early, then get up early and finish your homework. Also studying isn't as hard as it seems just take advantage of the resources available to you. Using flash cards, highlighters, Quizlet and reviewing old notes can help you so much. Remember never give up and you can do it!

Luckily the week is over and I am wrapping up on all my homework and have no more test. I can gladly say as nightmarish as it was I finished finals without failing any tests. Doing that was almost impossible and I may be dead after all. Good thing we get a four day weekend so I can recuperate and start third quarter well rested. How was the end of your semester? I hope it wasn't too bad! Enjoy your long weekend. Until next time!

-Morgan <3 :)