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The shattered dreams DVD is complete, and let me be the first to tell you: it's AWESOME. I highly suggest you buy one, and I'm not even making any money off of them. And neither is Turner or anyone else, and any extra money we make is going back to the national Shattered Dreams fund, so we can do these kinds of things again in the future.


That said, I would like to wish everybody good luck on any AP tests they may be taking these next weeks. I myself am taking three, and passing one.

We had a US History review game show on Friday, guys vs. girls. For most of the class, it was 0 to 0, and then, finally, at the end, we scored once, by answering "Edgar Allen Poe" to the question "Who wrote 'The Raven'?"

None of the other questions anyone knew. I think it's fairly safe to say that, as a class, we will have our collective assed handed to us on a platter.

Speaking of failing things, I have no idea what grade I have in Spanish, but I can't imagine it's passing. It seems in all my classes, I have forgotten everything. I got straight A's first semester, including spanish and statistics. At the three weeks, I was close to failing both. Not only can I not pick up new things, but I can't remember anything I've learned before. This last month has turned me into a zombie, except I don't feed on the living (yet.)

I guess what I'm really trying to say is that Ms. Ribbik is a stupid gimp bitch whore fuck-ass cocksucker cuntface who can't walk or form complete sentences. She makes me sit in the front of the classroom, and, because one of her legs is dysfunctional, deems it neccessary to support her FULL BODY WEIGHT on MY desk with both her hands and stomach. And since she's there, why not use MY books and papers to read off of? Even if it was a teacher who's guts I DIDN'T want spread all over the overhead projector, I would be uncomfortable with the closeness. Plus she's really short, so my face is pretty much right in her sagging cleavage, and I sometimes sit with my leg across my other leg, and she usually manages to push her crotch into my knee. It makes me want to vomit on her face. And then hit her with a chair, or car. I literally sit in class fantasizing about tripping her and her accidently knocking her head on the corner of a baseball bat filled with nails and wrapped in barbed wire on the way down, and staging it all as an accident because she can't walk right.

I know what you're thinking. "It's not her fault she had Polio when she was seven months old!" Well let me tell you something: yes it fucking is! I didn't get polio when I was seven months old! And I don't want to hear any of this crap about vaccination and advances in disease prevention since 1947. The bottom line is, Ms. Ribbik is an incompetant moron, a horrible teacher, and easily holds the award for person I've fantasized about killing the most.

It's really depressing failing things. Even when the entire class does horrible (or horribly if you use proper grammar), I still don't like not being able to do things. I've always been "smart" and successful, and, quite honestly, not used to not being good at stuff. It's really kind of a downer. Not answering any questions correctly in a AP test review really ruins your day.

Long story short, good luck with your AP tests, and if you're taking US History or Statistics, please text message my cell phone with all the right answers.

And please stab Ms. Ribbik in the face with fork or rocket.

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