You know how you just have a bad day and everything seems to piss you off? Yeah. I would be having one of these days. I think it's from the generic form of Zyrtec I took last night. I have no allergies except to medications, but the doctor prescribed it, and apparently she knows everything. Sorry for the little blow up, but my doctor and I don't get along. I go to the hospital as my primary care physician. They have an office inside it. Apparently, the bitch I don't like that has been nothing but nasty since my first day at the place. This office is not a one doctor office, but I've been seeing her recently, and way to much of her. I've been sick for almost two months. My temperature spiked on Monday, so apparently I still have whatever it is that's caused me to miss almost two weeks of school. Anyways, she does tests that I feel are unnecessary on me. A blood test for a physical I need to get my permit, after I told the doctor that I had my condition of passing out during my time of the month controlled by a birth control shot that stops your period from coming. She also had marked that I was a drug addict and an amputee along with a bunch of other crap that was obviously wrong. I mean, it could have been a possibility that it was a mistake, but after about a 3 hour "physical" and the same questions over and over and trying to give me a shot for cancer, I was done with her. Then I got the runs from that office visit, and a doctor I enjoy gave me a medication for that. Then I got a fever a few weeks later and I delt with her since then. Why don't doctors believe you when you say you have acid reflux? She made me get a test that looked at my throat and stomach with this chalky white liquid that highlighted my insides during the x ray. That was Friday, and it made me sick, so I missed yet ANOTHER day of school. During all of this, my Pre-Calculus teacher, who I think was a dick from the start which was a year ago in algebra 2, went over two weeks of work that I had missed with me for ten minutes. What's his beef? I mean, seriously... ten fucking minutes! We had a whole period of free time to work that out with you. This teacher doesn't stay for homeroom at the end of the day, so can't ask for help then. I failed the test he went over with me for. It's all my fault apparently, for being sick with a fever of 101. What he tells us in class is that we are lazy. We're not lazy dumbass, we don't understand the homework you give us, that's why we don't do it all. Problems 1-30. 28, 29, 30 are not done for a reason. We don't understand them. He should have retired last year, when he said he was. We took a test today, rather the rest of the class did. I missed the Friday, Monday, and Tuesday that he went over the material that we were to be tested on. Will he give me five minutes this time and send me back to my study hall? Go to hell jerk! My English class is reading Grapes of Wrath, but I know what I need for that class. I find it hard to enjoy a book with so much cussing and awkwardly worded sentences in it though. Speech is cool to. Why can't the Pre-Calc teacher understand and be more like them? So tonight, stopping the zyrtec, trying to catch up and understand the blubber of high school/college level math that I need to take to pass the year, and relax a bit. I hope tomorrow works out a little better than today.