"w00t!" comes to mind.
Yup, I did it. I finally f***ing did it. I passed my senior project presentation at my school. What does this mean? It means that I have pretty much put the official seal on my diploma. With that damnable project out of the way, I can finally concentrate on my other subjects and NOT have to be so damned worried about that hateful project. Albiet a bit contradictory, I might have a little trouble with at least two of my classes. One being Trigonometry and the other Problems of Democracy (POD for short). Trig's a bitch. Plain and simple. The only thing I can do is ask the teacher, who I have a hatred for, every single time I have a problem. Mainly because he can't teach worth crap, and that's putting it lightly. POD I can care less for. It's bad enough that I'm still learning about the government, but did I have to get a subpar teacher to along with it? Short answer: No. Long answer: Noooooooooooo. The blasted moron gives us worksheets to do and use on the test, but I can only get two answers for every three section there were in the chapter. Just about most of the teachers are like these fine examples. I swear, I live in a backwoods county in which very few people "get it". If there's been anything I've learned from my years in being in school it's this: Some schools in this country are so far behind that anyone who comes out of one has skills that can only qualify them for government dog. (Examples: Mailman, banker, teacher...)

I feel as though I lost a lung today. (Whoa, haven't typed lung in a good while.) Which, of course, is bad when you have gym the same day. I'm still having trouble breathing since I did that presentation. I was so fsking nervous that my teacher allowed me the option to remove some people out of the class. I gave my approval and ended up with about eight people with the exception of the teacher and the other evaluator. It helped, but it didn't exlude the fact that I was BSing my speach the entire time, my program to show to the class wasn't saved properly, and I sweated more within a 20 minute period by only talking than a 30 minute gym class when playing Dan-ball. (A made-up sport that is popular within my school district. Kinda like football and soccer fused together. Very tiring.) It was the most embarrassing moment I have ever dealt with. I hope I don't have to ever give another speach in my life... I'm so pathetic. I'd put more up, but I can't think right now. I blame school.