So, the first thing French Class Girl said to me today was, "I LOVE YOUR MOM!"
Her: YOUR MOM IS SO AWESOME!
Her: She wrote on my facebook post and argued with this one guy!
Me: Well, I guess I'm glad to know you think my mom is awesome.
Her: YOU'RE AWESOME TOO!
What...? Okay, then!
Anyway, who remembers this test thingy I took? The results finally came in, and I placed second in the state. This is proof that I test better while I'm happy, which means my friend should be ordered to come back!
In other news, I am freaking out about having to dissect a froggy in class. :( I have pretty much the weakest stomach ever. (Oh, and the class is right after lunch too! Yummy!) We're going to do it the week after next. I absolutely cannot handle the thought.
I know, I know, it's just a frog, but I'm not good with dead things... or the smells. Some tenth graders are dissecting something else right now, and it stinks up the whole school. I almost vomited when I came to class today.
It wasn't even my choice to take this class. Biology is required. The teacher hasn't even mentioned an alternative to dissecting the frog. I don't see why it is mandatory for everyone to dissect something; not all of us are going into a science field. I know I'm not. But this counts for a huge part of our grade, and I'm so upset because I just can't slice something open. I just CAN'T. I don't even care that it's already dead. It's still so... ugh.
My teacher is going to be out tomorrow, but I might try and talk to her next week. I highly doubt she's going to offer an alternative, though. She has been a teacher for three years, so surely she has had someone as opposed to dissecting something as I am. I'm not sure what I'll say to her. I hope she won't laugh at me or anything...