Today was tolerable. In ENGL, I got to show off how intelligent I am. During class, we were working on a grammar chapter in one of our booklets that assist you with writing. I was almost done when the teacher comes up to me, checks how I'm doing so far, notices I'm two-thirds of the way finished, and blurts out, "Oh. Well... This is the reason why you have an A."
Everyone heard it, I know for sure. I felt proud of myself, yet wary. I'm positive a few people got jealous after hearing a phrase like that being told to a girl like me.
Not only do I work efficiently in that class, but I also answer practically every question the teacher asks. I feel like a robot; unable to control the compulsion of wanting to answer each time. Rarely does anybody else answer. It's embarrassing.
The teacher adores me for being successful. Like today, she had me write the answers on the board twice! Never did that before. Or, if I did, my answers would be completely wrong. Some of my answers were wrong! I was just glad not ALL of them were.
I had tons of homework this afternoon. I was sort of happy about that. I need something to do around here. I'm tired of being addicted to my laptop. I need a hobby. I'm great with photography, picky at writing, and okay in drawing/painting. I don't know... I'm kind of giving up... I'm in that stage where I'll do protocol until a miracle happens, like Mason coming home soon.
I guess things will smooth out when time wants it to smooth out. Meanwhile, I'll continue doing what I'm doing. It's boring as Hell, but I'm still alive. Not too worried about my emotions anymore. If I'm alive, that's good enough for me.
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| Ship, Juan de Fuca Strait |
Through heavy cloud cover over the ocean, the sun threw down many rays. I could see this ship nearing the bright light and waited until it was in the middle.
I exposed for the extreme highlights, leaving the rest underexposed and presenting a very dramatic image.
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