h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

... of me. A day in the life of me. That's right. My days are boring, except for around Finals. And finals have started. Mr. Smith (who gives off vibes like Brad Pitt playing a bad guy), my chemistry teacher, has it out for me, and doesn't bother to hide the fact. He's trying to make my life a living hell, but what he doesn't know is that that is impossible. Life IS hell! MUA! Anywho, I had my Chem final today, and lemme tell ya, it fried my brain. And I'm not talking "Oh man, I wish I could drop Chem" fried my brain. I'm talking "I had to sit down for an hour before I could gather enough energy to go unlock my bike & ride home" kinda fried my brain. Couldn't see straight, nearly fell down when walking. Mr. Greg Smith. I'm going to go crazy if he fails me. Well, crazier than I already am.. I'm totally psycho already.
If that weren't enough, just before Chem was English. In English, we read pieces from our portfolios (which took the place of a final exam). The teacher picked the pieces we had to read. And don't get me wrong, Mr. Kroeller is a kickarse guy. But he picked the pieces based on how much /he/ liked them and how high they scored on the rubric. Well, my best piece was a personal narrative about one of my closest friends ever, Quinn, who had killed himself back in May. I cried. And I don't like crying. In fact, I hate it. I'm the kind of person who doesn't let her emotions show in public. And in the middle of English class, I was crying. It sucked. Losing a friend... the pain diminishes over time, but it never really goes away. Dammitall.