Guess who only teaches sophomores and juniors and is more than likely retiring my senior year of high school, meaning I'll be in the last class to have to deal with her bullshit? Mrs. Freakin' History Teacher! Wow, I hate life! What shitty timing!

So, before I rant, you guys have to hear about my dream last night. I think it was symbolic somehow. Okay, so before I tell the dream, you guys have to understand that FCG has a ton of supposedly-straight female friends that are always allll over her. Two of them go to my school.

In the dream, I came to school with a giant container of chocolate chip cookie dough. I was so proud of my massive amount of cookie dough, so I plotted to overthrow the lunch ladies and steal an oven to make me some delicious cookies. Eventually, lunch time came, and my plan was successful! I had a giant platter full of piping hot, delicious, chewy chocolate chip cookies. I was so happy. But as I was carrying the platter out of the lunch room, those two girls stopped me. They wanted some of the cookies! They didn't even ask, either. They just started grabbing handfuls and handfuls. I was mad, but I had a mission that hadn't even occurred to me prior to that moment. I just HAD to save a cookie for the freakazoid. I just had to. It was like, a matter of life and death importance. Eventually, the thieves walked away, and I was left with four cookies. I was NOT happy. I saved one cookie for FCG and one for myself, then I gave the other two to some random friends because I felt so loserish and defeated.

Speaking of FCG, she wasn't at school today, and I heard she got really sick last night. I didn't hear what was wrong with her, though, so I'm all worried about my freakazoid. That explains why she wasn't her normal self yesterday. Poor FCG... I wish I could help somehow, but I don't know what's wrong with her, and I'm not exactly feeling great myself with my scratchy throat and the fact that I can't go two minutes without a deep, loud, nasty-tasting coughing fit.

My mom and I got into a giant argument earlier. She doesn't want me to drive much when I get my actual license because I might wreck and kill MY SISTER. Uhh, why did I even get a car in the first place, then!? Maybe I'll just go live with my dad after I get the license since he's not a fucking idiot about things like this and actually wants me to put that money he spent to use by driving the damn car he got for me. The car is not a pretty lawn ornament, it is a vehicle, and if I'm dangerous then they're not going to let me drive it by myself anyway! It's called failing your test! Also, my mom is a worse driver than me because she constantly texts and breaks the speed limit and generally doesn't watch the road.

Then, we got into an even dumber argument. Apparently I'll have to drop my sister off at dance class. Okay. Apparently she's too fucking lazy to put on her own dance costume, so I'll have to help her. Uhh, she's 8. She can't dress herself?

Me: I don't feel comfortable dressing a kid... I really don't. Surely at 8 she can dress herself?
Mom: WHY SHOULD SHE HAVE TO
Me: Um, really? She doesn't do ANYTHING for herself!
Mom: SHE DOES LOTS OF THINGS FOR HERSELF
Me: She can't even pour a bowl of cereal.
Mom: YOU FUCKING PISS ME OFF
Me: GOOD

That was basically our whole argument. Pretty dumb, right? I just can't even deal with her. If she wants my sister to go off to college unable to toast a fucking poptart, then that's fine by me!

...I think the worst part of my entire day is the fact that the worst teacher I have ever had is going to retire the year AFTER I leave her class for good. That makes me want to curl into a ball and just seethe with rage. I kind of wish I was younger so I wouldn't have ever had to experience that clusterfuck known as her class, but at the same time I don't wish I was younger because then I would have never met FCG, who is worth a thousand of those awful classes! <3