Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-98.218.70.24-20150317164438/@comment-4010415-20150412202915

Generally, if there's something bothering me, I do exactly what my dad does: distract myself, whether it's by watching something or by playing video games.

Or, if I'm having a particularly stressful day where it seems like nothing wants to work right and everything's out to get me, I rage quit the day and go try to sleep until the next day to start anew.

Granted, school didn't stress me out that much because I never had the motivation to try my hardest. At least, until I failed a class in 9th grade, had to repeat it, and realized "Oh shit, half-assing my homework ain't gonna fly here." I got A's and B+'s on tests and most of my classwork. I just didn't take notes and half-assed my homework. I made so little effort in Speech and avoided doing actual... speeches as much as I could that I kinda feel like I somehow bullshitted my way through the class.

But hey, at least public school taught me how to bullshit.

Anatomy & Physiology was a pretty fun class, though. I loved it, learned quite a bit. The bonus is that I had a choice between Anatomy & Physiology and Physics. I fucking hate Physics, so of course I chose the one that sounded awesome and fun. I had enough Physics in middle school, thank you very much.