Um, yeah, so remember my rant from the last post about how memory spasms just about ruin my life? Today they actually did!! I worked so hard to get my brain to memorize those twelve lines from MacBeth for today. I got to the point where I got them down perfectly...right up until I had to say them to Mrs. Drakulich's face. Literally. She just sat there staring me down, while internally the contents of my brain were draining quickly away. I tried to gather my thoughts and compose myself by telling her to please not look at me, but in the time it took me to say this, the rest of my memo escaped. I tried to start it twice, but only got as far as the third line before I hit a mental brick wall. She told me to just say what I knew. Ha. I knew I was in trouble, how's that? Anyway, she ended up steering me toward the last couple of lines, so I think I ended up with only half the credit, even though the second I sat down, the rest of my cowardly memo came back to me. How ignominious. The worst thing is that I don't think I can make it up, either. I was so depressed and disappointed in myself that I actually cried a bit in class. That was dumb. Stef had to tell me to suck it up! But I guess it did me some good, because I stopped.
I thought about coming home after choir and just splurging on everything chocolate in the house, but I think my mom planned in advance for this kind of thing, because we seem to be low on chocolate right now. Not to mention that would mean I'd have to write "16 lbs of chocolate" on my nutrition log for Health. That would have been fun. My nutritional score for the day: -4!
Mom thinks that this whole memory spasm deal has to do with a lack of sleep. But um, it's kind of hard to change a sleeping schedule when your homework possesses this hypnotic ability to keep you up until way late! Last night was especially strange. I crashed during family scripture time on the couch, at about 9:30 or so, clad in jeans and a winter coat. When I next woke up, the clock said 3:21am, and I was still on the couch in my jeans and (well, my brother's) coat! Apparently I'm such a log that no one bothered to try and move me. How sad. Anyway, I couldn't fall back asleep after that, so I got up, and started thinking about what I could possibly do with all this time that I never had time for before. So... I did my hair, changed into pj's, walked around the house (my dad was up too; he was probably wondering what the heck was wrong with me), decided I didn't like my hair that way, did it a different way, sat on my bed for a while, got my face ready for the day, and ate a hot breakfast. Mmm! Oh, and I got to actually walk to the bus stop today. It was so peacefully quiet this morning, I could hear leaves being crunched from almost a street away. Sure, it was cold, and I wished I'd kept my bro's jacket, but all in all, it was a nice morning. I just wish the rest of the day (*cough* English *cough*) could have gone as well.
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