Dentists are Decepticons

It seems like it’s been a lifetime since I’ve actually blogged. Life has just been so crazy. I figured I would actually blog though and let people know how my life has actually been comparative to my rants and raves about how shitty I think my life is when really there is nothing wrong.

I started my college classes two weeks ago. I can’t tell if I am going to do well in them or if they are going to have epic fail written all over them. I am taking a short story class and calc 1. So far I really, really enjoy the short story class. I love to read a story and then have the freedom of talking about OUR thoughts on it instead of some written out technical answers. The only thing I really don’t like about it so far is that we have quizzes every day we have class, and I have a huge test anxiety. Worst part? The entire class is based on those quiz scores. That might be the reason I drop the class. We have our first essay coming up this week. I have never written a formal paper for college before, so I am really afraid that I won’t be able to set it up the way the Professor wants us to and what not. I will be asking a lot of questions.

My calc class is calc class, what can I say? I took calc 1 last year in high school and I’m taking calc 2 there right now. Yet this calc class is a lot different. For starters I got one of those joyous teachers who don’t teach very well. He has this idea to assign homework BEFORE we learn the topic. Which is fine with me but for some of the kids in the class who never have done Calc before, not so good. We had our first quiz, didn’t do so well. I didn’t know how to find the domain of an inverse. I sort of understand it now, but that doesn’t help me anymore. We did these problems called Epsilon delta proofs which I had never heard of before. The Professor keeps explaining them to us, but we still don’t get it. I am still trying to figure out what he is talking about and how to do the problems.

I got a letter in the mail today from my dentist. I had gone in over Christmas break for a checkup and they had told me that I was clear of cavities. However, this letter says that upon looking at my x-rays they have needed to schedule me for a thirty minute filling. Now, sure I’m angry that I have been so dumb lately as to let my dental hygiene go poorly, but I am ever more upset that now I have to stress around to find a good hour and a half (considering the dentist is a good twenty minutes away from my area) in order to go get my teeth fixed. I don’t have time for that! Between high school, college, work, and homework, I don’t even have time to blog anymore let alone spend an hour and a half doing something I really hate—going to the dentist. I don’t understand dentists. They scrape at your mouth make you hurt and bleed and then put this extremely disgusting toothpaste in your mouth and tell you that is how your mouth is supposed to feel. You know that fresh out of the dentist feel? Well, let me tell you, I HATE THAT FEELING! I just don’t understand dentistry. Sure having pretty, straight teeth is nice and all, and I am really glad my parents put me through the punishment of having braces, but I can take it from here. I have a cavity? I don’t feel anything; if it gets too bad then I will go to the dentist, but before that I think I will live. I can take care of my own teeth and you know I really want to whiten mine. That’s why they have over the counter whiteners that work good. Maybe it’s just because I hate my buck teeth that I don’t care about the dentists, but then again I hate doctors too.

I am going to grow up to be one of those people who doesn’t go to the dentist or the doctor and just takes good care of themselves. This is really ironic because I want to be a veterinarian. Animal doctor who doesn’t go to the doctor herself? A bit contradictory isn’t it?

Eh, I’m just really stressed out right now.

I am finishing up things for my senior project which is a huge project you have to do at my school in order to graduate. It’s really pointless in the spectrum of things because it A. ruins a person’s senior year seeing as how no one enjoys their time doing it and b. they won’t fail you anyway because they want you to graduate. For this lovely project you can either A. Job shadow, B. Do a creative exhibition, or C. Do a leadership/community service project. I held a spoons tournament to raise money for the Humane Society. I had originally wanted to raise money for Project Clean Water a foundation that gave clean water to poor countries (for info go to www.giveadrop.com or www.jeweljk.com) That didn’t work out though and I had to go with a plan B, the Human Society. If you don’t know what the game Spoons is I suggest you look it up, it’s fun but I don’t really want to explain it, I’m too tired and don’t have enough time for it. Basically the night (last Wednesday) was a disaster. I had thirty people sign up to play, but only maybe 10 of them came. Three other people, one being my mentor, another being a kid I had asked last minute to come, and the last being a brother of some of the competitors came as well, so basically there were thirteen people there. I had eight refs. Do the math. We only raised $150 dollars, which when you think of how much it costs to take care of animals, it’s not much at all. I have been forcing myself to look at the bright side of all this and say that at least people had fun and we raised over one hundred dollars. But, come on, you know me. I am a huge pessimist.

My phone just went off. My ringtone is Maurader’s Map by the Ministry of Magic. That made me smile a little. I didn’t answer though. I don’t answer when I don’t know that number that is calling me. That’s how I function. Plus when they don’t leave a voice message I don’t have to worry about caring who it was or telling them that they had an incorrect number.

Ugh. I don’t know what else I really have to talk about. Just ended a semester at my High School. Finished with my terrible sociology class (yes I got my grade fixed). I get to move on to geography now. Yippee? We’ll see.
Well I am off to shower then work on thank you cards and short story reading. This week I get to read Pritchette and Hawthorne. Nathaniel Hawthorne is one of my favorite writers to analyze so I am really excited to start that!


P.S. If you don't get the title I suggest you look up the vlogbrothers on youtube.
DFTBA!