Today...

was a mixture of hilarity and suckiness.

First I had my French final, which in and of itself wasn't that terrible of an entity, but that also meant that my French teacher, Miss Etienne, was leaving. She came here from France and now has to go back due to her exchange time being up. It's really upsetting because she was an awesome teacher, and I legitimately learned things from her. I now know that if I ever had to go survive in France for a day, I'm pretty sure I could do it.
If that's not enough for the sad departures, Mr. Williams, my sophomore AP World History teacher, without a doubt my favorite teacher ever, is leaving as well. He's moving back to Ohio. I'm really going to miss randomly popping into his classes or seeing him in the hallways. He was a great teacher and managed to get me to remember quite a deal of history, which is a huge feat if you knew how much I loath anything historical. Senior year will be so weird knowing he's not there. It's chill though because I'm going to get accepted to Ohio State University, so I'll see him again one day haha :)
Then there's my detestable excuse for a Chemistry teacher. Who the hell is she to deny me extra credit!? Just because I'm smarter than her and correct her mistakes in class doesn't mean I should get punished because of it. She's a teacher, she should just get smarter. Not my problem you can't do math, BITCH.
Finally, the good part of my day, was the intense "Ninja" session during AP US History. If you don't know what this game is, find out from someone and PLAY. It's addicting as crack. Not that I would know how addicting crack is or anything. Just making a generalized analogy.

So yeah, that was basically my day. I came home after to pass out for a few hours, wake up to my food, and now I'm sitting here, bored, as I usually am. Luckily, in exactly 23 hours and 36 minutes, I will be attending something revolutionary. An event that has been a monumental impact in the music world of pop for years. An event I've longed for since the minuscule age of 6 when I became utterly obsessed with this phenomenon. An event that will probably bring me to tears and cause me to lose my voice.

I'm going to a Backstreet Boys concert.