Birthdays and Today

Birthdays and Today

Hello. I seem to have adapted some kind of blog-once-a-week strategy. That seems to be working out alright, I think. Any opinions?

BIRTHDAYS

So as I mentioned before, Sunday was my birthday. I was woken up at about 9:30 by my friends standing in my room singing to me. I sat up, muttered, "you guys are insane," and threw a teddy bear at my mother's head. Then I was taken to Hof's Hut for breakfast without being allowed to get dressed.

Now I do have to say that it wasn't a total surprise - a few weeks before my mom had asked me if I wanted her to throw me a surprise party, to which I shrugged. Then she added a disclaimer: "I'm not the kind of person to do that." What I didn't know was that she was going to steal my phone and hack into my e-mail in order to contact my friends and arrange for them to assemble in my bedroom and kidnap me.

It was fun anyhow, although I was a bit annoyed that she hadn't arranged for me to be dressed during my kidnapping.

ERR... STRESS.

Last week I took a scantron test as an entrance exam for AP Language and Composition. The test was difficult, but I finished it in the time they gave us and it wasn't totally impossible. When the list of accepted people went up today, I basically expected to see my student number up there. Don't take that the wrong way, please - I'm not saying that I feel like I'm smarter than the rest of my class, or anything like that; I just felt like I did pretty well on the test. So I was really surprised that my number wasn't on the list, and the numbers of all of my friends were.

So basically I spent the morning texting my mother and stressing out about waiving into the class. At lunch I went to see my English teacher, who seemed confused that I hadn't been accepted, and promptly wrote the AP teachers an e-mail. A half-hour later, she was informed that due to an "oversight," my number had accidentally been omitted from the list.

Ultimately, a day of stress and feeling inadequate all due to someone's typo.

Gosh, I sound like a stuck-up asshole.

DFTBA.
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