Drama. Drama. Drama

     I only have one more test for finals! I'm jumping with joy and I feel like all the pressure is lifted off of me. But being my procrastinating self, I set aside studying for science and began blogging. Oops.

 

    
     These last few days have been full of drama though. And I'm not the good kind of drama like theatre. It had to happen during finals week too. Why couldn't it occur when I don't have anything to do? Why does it even happen? Why does it have to be me? Why won't I stop asking rhetorical questions and fill my readers in on what happened?

     Okay, I'll tell you.

• Scenario A:

     So I was invited to an ugly sweater party and so were all of my friends. Well, except for one. The host of the party, "Effie" (That will be her made up name) made a well bonded friendship with "Beetee" (made up as well), "Wiress" (the pattern continues), and myself in sixth grade. We were unbreakable. This is how bonded our friendship was (note the pun).

     Then seventh grade came and Wiress and Effie drifted away, but they still were friends. Sort of. The party invitations were passed out; however, Wiress did not receive an invitation. I was my usual curious self and confronted Effie and asked her why Wiress was not invited. She replied saying:
    
     "We just don't talk anymore and we're not really friends." Okay, that sounds okay to me. I told Wiress, not trying to issue harm. Effie confronted me in the hallway and said that I was just trying to start stuff. Aca-perdón (what I say instead of Aca-scuse me). I talked to her, but my phone died. At least things are less tense. I think.

• Scenario B:

     I have this crush on this girl who will be named "Katniss" (fake name once again). Katniss is sooo sweet. Oh goodness, what if she's reading my blog right now? I sure hope not. Anyways, I only told two people and made them promise not to tell a soul. Of course I should've never trusted one of those people.
    
     Now my best friend knows, and I planned to not let my close friends know. Looks like that was a fail.

     Morals of the stories:

• Curiosity killed the cat
• Keep a secret to yourself

      Sorry for bugging the people who hate drama. Just needed to get this off my chest.

Finals

     Finals are the worst punishment of any kind! If you actually like them, then you probably have a terrible grade and need to bring it up or you probably have schizophrenia. Here's a list of several reasons to hate them:

1. They are all on the same week
2. They ask you questions from the entire grading period so you have to think back
3. They make or break you grade (so no pressure)
4. They are time consuming
5. They are boring
6. They are too much like SATs
7. They require lots of studying
8. They scare everyone
9. You get no sleep.

     The strangest thing is that our schools major subjects (English and Maths) are the easiest, whereas our minor subjects (History and Science) are the toughest. I spend the whole week studying for History and Science and put English and Maths off to the side.

     English and Maths are impossible to study for anyways because

• English is just passage reading
• Maths have varied answers.

     I wish that I could keep my current grades and just read. Finals just had to happen while I was in the middle of Mockingjay. Of course Mockingjay had to go on the pile of "unimportant things this week." Teachers just don't understand my struggle. I need to finish before people spoil the ending for me and because I have a long waiting list of books to read.

     Finals are the first clue to a dystopian society. The government will gradually make the education system harder, so be on the look out and don't fall into any traps.

     And one last thing. Please give me your feedback. I can't improve if I don't know what to improve on. Have an awesome week and be relaxed for your finals.