I'll Learn The Hard Way, Thanks.

Ever had the feeling that you needed a break?

Not the kind of break that would get you away from one bundle of problems just so you can throw yourself into another. No, this break would be one from life. Just a temporary pause on the world around you while you went about and took a few deep breaths.

I could go for one of those.

Today, apparently, had been unofficially dedicated to me reading out of "Cracking the SAT". Don't get me wrong, it's actually pretty easily readable. However, if there's anyone in the world who'd like to spend ten hours being told by black ink on recycled paper about how a theoretical student named Joe Bloggs would take the SAT, I'd consider never drinking tea again.

School has always been important to me. Academic excellence is what I'm known for. However, I've never worked hard at it, you know, just went along with the flow. Sure, that may not seem fair to the rest of the world, but then nothing ever is.

Loving parents. They say they understand. Even went along with the non-existence of studying just as long as Straight A's were brought home.

But, for some mind-blowingly important reason, they just won't let me get away with anti-prep attitude for the SAT.

I know they love me and think it's for my best, but seriously.

Piss off.