Today was progress report day, but I'm not really interested in reminders of my mediocrity.  I'm not actually doing badly, but I know I can do better.  Actually, I don't know.  I blame procrastination, a lack of motivation, and a lack of sufficient effort for my grades, which my twisted perspective has come to make me believe that getting a 91 is not good.  I suppose that a 91 is disappointing when last marking period I got a 97 in AP Art History, but... well, I know why.  Koosh curved everything last marking period.  Now, with my consistent 80-ish grades on every quiz this marking period, I feel more average than I care to feel.  My 94s in AP U.S. History and Honors English feel lower than necessary.  My 92 in Honors Physics seems a result of sheer lack of studying.  I know I'm not doing badly, but it's just how it feels.  And I've neglected to show my parents any of my grades this year because I don't need to hear from anyone else disappointment in my grades.

We're doing volleyball in gym, and everybody knows I'm just terrible at volleyball.  It's like one of those things I'll never be good at no matter what happens.  Almost like physics, except that's not true.  I think I actually did well on today's quiz on angular kinematics, or something.  Angular something.  But you know, I've felt like that on a lot of things in physics, and I think it's better just to not go around thinking I got an A.  It makes me treat A's like some sort of rare, precious moment... a reason to get excited, rather than just content.  That's the way A's should makes us feel, right?

In Spanish, I was talking to Jen, and I mentioned my art history paper that's due tomorrow.  By the way Mary and I promote it, nobody will ever want to take art history.  It's a lot of work.  It's interesting, certainly, but it's a lot.  I told her, "I didn't know it would be like this."  She told me I sounded like I was talking about a bad marriage.  We wasted a lot of class time in Spanish today.

Holmsie told me to come see him "tomorrow or Thursday" the day I gave him that goofy packet full of ridiculous chem moments, so I did.  He didn't read it yet though because of his "crazy" days.  It's in his file called "Student Work," which he reads to "cheer up" (on his "emo" days, which was implied).  I told him that the next period I was going to fail a quiz, since I really thought I was, because I remembered about two things from the 40-page Gothic chapter in the art history textbook.  That means if both of those two things were on the quiz, I'd get a 10.  I told him so.  And he was all, "Aw, no, I believe in you!"  And it was totally good luck.  I'm serious.  Because I said all day, the only thing I know is what a flying buttress is, and one of the questions asked what is a flying buttress.  I knew like 90% of the questions, too.  It was amazing.  Omg.  I just hope I really did as well as I think.

Interestingly, he was interested in art history.  He started telling me all about how he took art history in college.  He had to take an art class and he didn't want to take one about music.  He thought it was interesting that world events affected art.  But he seemed surprised to know that the school has an art history class.

Tomorrow there's a history quiz that I didn't think I'd have time to study for tonight!