Hating English.

Okay. Let me get this straight: My english class has a really hard english exam, while the other one get's a way easier one?

Oh, okay.

I am actually going to talk to my english teacher about this tomorrow... preferably before we write Part A of the exam (which is tomorrow). Part B is on Thursday.

I'm going to hit myself in the head.

If I am not mistaken, at the beginning of the year I wrote a blog saying how concerned I was about having my english teacher  this year. Let me look for it.  Okay I can't find it. But I am pretty sure somewhere I wrote about judging my english teacher and thinking that I would have difficulties with her. 

Which is funny, because I haven't had any interpersonal difficulties with her... yet.

But it is still so hilarious because we are two completely different people with two completely different philosophies and therefore she drives me up the freaking wall.

I know that I blogged earlier about her patronizing me as well. Which she does, well I think she does less now. I actually think she might be scared of me. It's just the way her body language has changed and her reaction when I talk to her.

I don't really have any real evidence for this, it is just the emotions I sense from her. 

I don't know. 

I am actually hoping to see her at the gym tonight so I can talk to her. Not that I'd want to talk to her at the gym... it's just I want to talk to her before I write my exam. Oh god.

She has actually driven me completely insane. I'm almost starting to hope that I peer tutor her class next semester because she always gives me pity marks and her class could actually use the help. 

Goodness. I am just going to go study for english now. 

Did I mention that NOBODY in my english class has a 90? the highest mark I believe is either an 88 or 89. I happen to hold an 86.9% in her class right now. Driving me nuts.