So last week we had this Italian test, and being that I really didn't understand Italian, I spent a full two hours studying. TWO HOURS. That's a lot of verbs and nouns and sentence structure. I take the test, get an 84, only to realize the douchebag in front of me who admittedly spent 12 minutes studying got a 96. What the hell? This is the same kid who walked into class today while we were joking around about taking drugs and says with a serious look on his face, "Oh, do you have anyone I could sell shrooms to?" And then I reminded him that we weren't talking about drugs we REALLY took, halfass. But I left the halfass part out. And whenever I ask a question in class he always makes it his business to turn around and answer it like only he can salvage me from the pit of stupidity I have stumbled into. I hate when other students talk to me like I'm retarded. I'm not paying tuition so some pseudo macho drug dealing assclown can turn around and whisper me answers when I CLEARLY was asking the teacher. And he has this lisp too, like he's got too much spit in his mouth and he sounds like Daffy Duck and it annoys me to no end.

So last Thursday I drank like the fucking retard I am and skipped my criminal justice class the next morning. I didn't think anything would come of it. It's a lecture class so he would never notice my absence, and he posts the notes online so I could just copy them later. WRONG. Turns out he reminded us of the test we had on Monday which I had no clue about because I also don't check my syllabus for that class and he conducted a review which I missed, of course. So on Monday I stroll in, iPod and all, take a seat, and noticed that there were a lot more people than usual. Then I see a TA getting scantrons and pencils, and I remember my internal monologue went something along the lines of HOLY FUCKING SHIT WE HAVE A TEST AND I DIDN'T KNOW AND I DIDN'T STUDY AND I'M THE STUPIDEST PERSON IN THE ROOM. So I frantically searched for my notebook and crammed in all the studying that four minutes could humanly allow, took the test, got a mediocre 82, and was on my way.

Lastly, I handed in an essay for English which I worked hard on and got a C+, which wasn't too bad considering the grades didn't count. My teacher was nice enough to go over what I did wrong before class, and reassured me by telling me that I wasn't the only one. OK. Yes. I. Was. I looked at everyone's paper and they all had A's and B's. I seriously feel like I need to go back to kindergarten. I'm going to fail and lose my scholarship and have to go to communtiy college and my parents are going to kick me out of the house and my life is going to be over.

I'm taking a nap.