Hi.
I am litterally staring at a blank page with nothing in mind here. So...I guess this should be interesting.
Hmmm...
Oh, I know.
I am a perfectionist.
So much so that I am, in fact, obsessive-compulsive. I mean, think about it: Have you ever seen me use any texting abbreviations (ur, lyk, thx, abt...you know, junk like that.) at all? No, you haven't. Know why? Cause I'm THAT much of a perfectionist. I have to type just as perfect as I do anything else. It's like this with everything I do. If I write a letter weird looking, gotta erase it till it looks right. If I set something up but it doesn't look quite right, I'll have to rearrange it till its perfect. It even bothers me when my room is messy, which it is most of the time, but still. And my grades. That's a big one. If they're not all within the A-B range, Kenzeh is not happy.
So why all the sudden am I caring less about school work?
I don't know.
But it happened towards the end of last year.
Now, if you know me at all, you know that my math skills are nowhere near up to par. But that doesn't mean I still didn't want to try. And for the first two and a half semesters, all that trying was getting me a B. Good enough for me. Heh, that rhymed, but anyway, towards the end of the third semester, that B turned into a B-. And then a C. And eventually, yes, an F. And for some reason, I really wasn't bothered by it. I mean sure, the fact that I was going to have to retake the class haunted me a little. But other than that I was just kind of like, whatever.
Somehow, at the end of the year, that F worked its way back up to a B. I don't know how that happened either, but thank god it did. This year my math class isn't nearly as difficult as it was last year. Which is a good thing, I suppose.
Well, I just spent 20 minutes writing about something no one cares about. So that's pretty cool.
Erm...have a nice day.
I am litterally staring at a blank page with nothing in mind here. So...I guess this should be interesting.
Hmmm...
Oh, I know.
I am a perfectionist.
So much so that I am, in fact, obsessive-compulsive. I mean, think about it: Have you ever seen me use any texting abbreviations (ur, lyk, thx, abt...you know, junk like that.) at all? No, you haven't. Know why? Cause I'm THAT much of a perfectionist. I have to type just as perfect as I do anything else. It's like this with everything I do. If I write a letter weird looking, gotta erase it till it looks right. If I set something up but it doesn't look quite right, I'll have to rearrange it till its perfect. It even bothers me when my room is messy, which it is most of the time, but still. And my grades. That's a big one. If they're not all within the A-B range, Kenzeh is not happy.
So why all the sudden am I caring less about school work?
I don't know.
But it happened towards the end of last year.
Now, if you know me at all, you know that my math skills are nowhere near up to par. But that doesn't mean I still didn't want to try. And for the first two and a half semesters, all that trying was getting me a B. Good enough for me. Heh, that rhymed, but anyway, towards the end of the third semester, that B turned into a B-. And then a C. And eventually, yes, an F. And for some reason, I really wasn't bothered by it. I mean sure, the fact that I was going to have to retake the class haunted me a little. But other than that I was just kind of like, whatever.
Somehow, at the end of the year, that F worked its way back up to a B. I don't know how that happened either, but thank god it did. This year my math class isn't nearly as difficult as it was last year. Which is a good thing, I suppose.
Well, I just spent 20 minutes writing about something no one cares about. So that's pretty cool.
Erm...have a nice day.
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