Anxiety

Ahah, if I remember correctly; I had an entry by the same title back in 8th grade for my Stray Dog blog.  Anyhow, coincidentally, both concern my failure in math.

I'll make this short and simple and sour:
I have a math test tomorrow (and one for chemistry but it's multiple choice... which I hope would be easy to pass.)
There is a 99% I will fail the math test.  1% of passing if he was in a good mood and gave simple questions that will make your head click.

Reasons?  Cause and effect, really.
I haven't started homework yet and it's 9:10 → Will finish homework very late → Will not have time to study; studying won't do much anyhow considering how my notes look like illiterate chickens scratched up the paper in an attempt to write.

I believe I got a phone call from the school reporting my class failure.  My mom missed the call and said something about it being from NYC so she assumes its just one of Bloomberg's promotional calls.

Lucky me, wooh!... at least until Wednesday when the report cards come in.  OTL

Edit @ 10:48: I confessed that I failed math to my mom.  She sighed and was disappointed.  She spread it on to the others in the family.  My dad was teasing and probing me, making me feel bad.  My brother complained that everyone else was blaming him that I failed or something about how he needed to take my place?  My grandma was indifferent about it.  My grandpa was upset.  He thought that I won't be able to go to college 'cause I failed math.  I told him I didn't fail any math tests for college.  He became relieved and put on this whole act about how he was crying inside because he was afraid I wouldn't be able to go to college; fingers wiping his non-existent tears and all.  Is he mocking me?  Trying to comfort my sorrowful state?  Haha, he looked funny.

Labels: chemistry, fail, homework, honors trig, test