I’ve finally decided to switch from WordPress to Tumblr. I’ve moved all my posts from this blog onto that one so all my internet history is in one place. Is it weird that I feel like I’m filing for divorce?
Click HERE to check out my new site.
Love,
Hannah
And looking fab, I might add–but when isn’t he?
I’ve been incredibly late to post this–but I saw Tim Gunn in the flesh. So I figure that’s pretty cool.
Tim made an appearance in Troy, MI several weekends ago for a fashion show at Somerset Mall, and according to the promotional poster, “tips on how to make it work for fall.” Here, he shows us how to create two different looks out of the same military jacket. Brilliant.
Emergency post. Alright, not really, that just means I didn’t edit this at all and I’m really pissed and need an outlet that’s not Facebook because Dale Carnegie said no one wants to hear you complain. So I’ll complain here, to those who choose to listen.
I just checked my APUSH grade, which has gone down four per cent because of a test that I thought I did well on. Probably one of the most frustrating emotions, I’m sure others can sympathize with, yes? I am absolutely busting my ass in my AP U.S. History class. I lose all kinds of sleep over it, I take fifteen pages (not an exaggeration) of notes for every single chapter, I drank three cups of coffee and read aloud to myself each of the three chapters until the wee hours of the morning to prepare for my last test, made several timelines that covered the Antebellum period (because it apparently it never actually FETCHING ends) and NONE of this is translating to my grade.
Someone just told me that I shouldn’t feel entitled to certain grades just because I study. Bullshit. I don’t just study, I overstudy. I would like a little credit for the fact that I am killing myself over this class. And now I sound like Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada at the part where Nigel tells her to suck it up and that she’s fat.
But this class is not Miranda Priestly. Miranda Priestly has a magazine to put together every single month and if she wasn’t a hardass, nothing would get done. I respect that. However, whether or not my APUSH teacher chooses to make my life a living hell, the only person it will affect is me. Whether to grade my essays as if I’m majoring in Document-Based Essays and minoring in Mind-Reading at Princeton University, or whether to grade them as if I am an AP student putting absolutely everything into this class, is his choice.
