Regents, Trig, and other wacky hijinks

Today was what I could have called: "One of the Worse Days of my Miserable Life." It all started pretty decent today. Math wasn't bad and just got a really great nap in the game room. Then the clock 12:30, it was time for my Regents Writing Class. But before I get into that, let me give you a quick rundown on the Regents test. The Regent test is a type of graduation test for college. It is essential to pass this test. The test is broken up into two parts: Reading and Writing. Reading consists of 60 or so questions in a time span of one hours. For every six questions, there is a passage that the questions are based on. The writing part is writing an essay with one chosen topic in a timespan of one hour. If you didn't get all that, dial *938 for information on a cordless phone and spin around while saying "I'm a dork" 15 times. Anyway, the test is so important, that two classes were added to the curriculum that teaches how to pass the test. Each class teaches a different part; one teaches reading, while the other teaches writing. I pretty much breezed through the reading because I am a book fiend. Yet, the one thing that kicks my butt is writing. I hate writing with my pen and paper because I am prone to making mistakes. At least computers have spell check, you're on your own with paper. Despite my handicap, I still managed a 2 on nearly every paper (2 is a passing grade for the Regents' Writing.) As class started, I began to write my essay with a time limit of an hour to test myself. My topic was: "Should content on the Internet be regulated? Why or why not?" After I was content with my work, I handed my paper to my professor and he wanted to check it right in front of me. I was a little hesitant about it because I don't take a lot of criticism too well. I failed the essay after breaking my back for an hour. It was a huge shot to my ego. I was so mad, I couldn't even see straight. I was ignoring people as they passed me by, it was terrible. I had to cleanse my soul from that hate and anger, so I asked the Lord to cast this stuff out my body. When I got home, I took a long hot bath and played a rousing game of Dynasty Warriors 3. I felt so much better after all that. The morale of the story is that stress kills. Well, I better grab some shut eye. Holla at you guys later,