Candidate Journals

King Tiger Tae Kwon Do Black Belt candidates blog daily about their journey: their thoughts and feelings, their struggles and successes; their pain and their encouragement. Follow along on their journey; words of encouragement are always welcome!
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Journal 18

I'm journaling twice. Again. And I'm actually using proper grammar this time, so get ready. Today was obnoxious-ish. Science was okay. We took a test in math, and in STEM we built gears. It was pretty boring. In art Ms. Webb went on her usual rant. Social Studies was boring. Lunch was a break, I love food so much. Spanish was good/bad. Good because I sit next to my friends and bad because it was so boring and let me just warn you I am going to go on a rant some of the people are so immature i swear its funny at first but it gets old my god how are still not bored with that i would be so bored don't you need some variety in your life oh my god how can you just do the same obnoxious things over and over again like i said i would get so bored and don't you just get tired of acting stupid all the time or maybe that's how you actually are and i'm just assuming you're smarter than you actually are yeah that's probably what it is, and you try to be cool but you really just look like a pyschopath and everyone's whos not part of your little clique just thinks it's lame so you're not really impressing anyone so what's the point? I go to school with a bunch of irrelevant Micheal Scotts that have too much gel in their hair i swear. i think some of the gel might have seeped into their brains. annddd i'm done. sorry. I was kind of annoyed. AcTuAlLY I wAS ReALlY AnNOyED. It's nice to have something to talk to to vent even though literally no one reads my journals. Probably. And finally, ELA was also bad. Same story, same rant. Then I went home and then I went to tae kwon do. Tae Kwon Do was good. And I did my requirements when I got home. And now I'm here. Oh, I just had a really random thought. So, when I grow up, the people who are reviewing my college application are going to look me up and this is what they'll find. So hi, future college people. Please let me into your college. I'll be fine, I swear. Take it from her (or my) 13 year old self. So on that random thought, we are going to end this journal. Goodbye. Part two will post in a minute. 

February, 7th
Journal 18