An Economic Mess and A Thought

It was first period today when the class was instructed to clear their desk and take out their calculators. We were handed the test and told we have the whole period to finish it. I get to the first part of the test, which consisted of matching a term to their definition. With my mind racing a mile a minute, I thought I was cruising towards an easy A (and I am not at talking about that hilarious movie starring Emma Stone). Unfortunately, when I began the second part of the exam, all my confidence shattered. I didn't freak out like I usually did in ninth or tenth grade; instead I stared at my sheet and felt a bewildered look creeping onto my face. When I reached the second question of the test I knew things were going to get worse from there. Who knew trying to find the real GDP for a given year was so confusing? It was more confusing than trying to explain to someone the reasoning behind the fight between Yandy and Raqi in the second episode of Love and Hip Hop. Anyway, I moved on to the third problem when the economics teacher walked up to the board an announced that some of the information on the third question was misleading and incorrect. He then jokingly added that we were the guinea pigs. I thought: Are you for real? I be trying to get all these numbers together and trying to get that answer and know you make MY work worthless. Aw...hell naw. After my rather off-key train of thought left the station, I continued the problem and made my way to the last question of the test. The bell rang and class was over. Luckily, the teacher gave us the option to come back in at lunch and finish our test. I went onto my next two periods and pretended to care about what I was learning about. I get to my Psychology class where we watch a video about thrillseekers. It then occurs to me that I really want to experience skydiving once...just to say that I did something Krazy. Do you think I should it? If I were to do it, I picture myself screaming louder than Queen Latifah in that scene in Last Holiday when she tries base jumping for the first time. At the beginning of lunch, I made my way to my economics class and studied for my exam. I get inside the classroom and search for my test. Thirty five minutes later, I finished my test and got lunch. Pizza!!! Yum! Fifth period rolls around and I volunteer to help make posters to draw people into joining the school newspaper. I was of no help at all. I was a HOT MESS from beginning to end. I sassed  some people as usual (I have become so good at it I cannot shut it off...it's like it's on auto-pilot most of the time) but I got nothing done. The one time I tried to help someone create a poster, I mess it up to the point where it is almost not possible to fix it. It is moments like these (and the ones in my Ceramics class) where I realize I am so bad at art that a one year old can draw better than me. Honestly, this is the best I can draw:

P.S. This is not a drawing by me.