Today I found out I have a D average in precalculus. My teacher also chose to call my mom and tell her that I failed the last two and as I sit here and write this during ninth period I can only imagine what it will be like when I get home. First my mom will tell me that she's been letting me get away with so much and that all I do is go on the computer and hang out with friends and neglect my schoolwork, and she will probably bring up the fact that I don't have a job and how I always have to bum money off her. I fucking hate my math teacher. Every day I sit there in that class and take notes, do my homework, study, ask questions, and try my absolute hardest to pay attention and to really comprehend what it is I'm learning and I just can't do it. I have tried going to extra help but it really doesn't do shit, because he just explains it the same way he did in class and I didn't understand it when he explained it that way in the first place. God. I am really, really sick of this stupid ass bullshit. That man cannot teach and the last thing I need is my mother bitching to me about how I never spend any time studying. She's such a fucking moron. She thinks that just because I don't study directly in her line of sight that I just don't do it at all, and that I just magically get good grades on my report card. She never gives me any fucking credit for the work I do, and it doesn't matter what I accomplish. It doesn't matter that I got accepted to USC. It doesn't matter that I got a 1250 on my SAT's. She will only focus on the bad things, probably scream and yell and get mad and take away the car and make me go to extra help and be like, "I don't know what it is I can do to make this clear to you. What do you want me to do? How many times do I have to tell you?" Like I would magically know a fucking number. I just want this crappy ass year to be over. I hate this fucking school and I hate everyone here. I'm not gonna go to the shore as originally planned because no one has the money and honestly I don't feel like spending $200 to get drunk for two days. At first I thought, well this will be my last chance to spend time with the people in my grade, and then I took a breath and my senses came back to me and I asked myself, when have I ever wanted to spend time with people in my grade? No one gives a shit if I go or not, and I'm already going to the shore over the summer, so who the fuck cares? I went to the shore last year, and although I did have a good time, it definitely wasn't worth the money. We wound up getting fucked over because the people at the hotel demanded so much money because they were letting us drink and there were so many complications. This girl is sitting in my class making weird noises and I really want her to shut the fuck up. Oh my god she is so annoying. Anyway, I know what the shore will be like--everyone wearing short skirts and hooking up and contracting STDs. No thanks. I already got a prom date and I figure if I don't go to the shore then I might as well waste my money on something, so mabe I should just go the prom. God. This day really, really blows.