At Long Last

Okay, I have been fully slacking in the blog demension. I blame it on Rachel because my world seemed to crumble when she left and blogging just didn't seem as important without her here. But now that she has returned, so may I to the world of blog.
As the end of the semester draws nigh, I always feel a sort of anxiousness. And as we all know this is a form of anxiety rather than an elated feeling, because if it was a happiness it would be anticipation, but no, it is anxiousness. I get all stressed with all the tests and inevitable papers that are looming over my head or rather in my head because that is where I store my knowledge. But wouldn't it be cool if I could store it outside of my head and like pull it up on a computer to look at? I think it would be cool, maybe I should invent something like that.
Anyway, it makes me think, once again what the purpose of school is. If I'm not doing something that I love to do, why do I do it? It is an unknown thing. I see all of my friends not going to school and working their brains out, but have fun doing it. Then there is me that sits in class half my day and then I'm up to my elbows in homework that I never do the rest of the day. What is that all about? It is difficult to say if you are me. I mean, I enjoy my English classes, but my other meaningless classes like American Heritage, Spanish, Religion, History, Science, ect... what are the point of those classes? I mean, do I really need to know what Sherman's plan is? Will I ever use that in life. I can't see my self having a conversation or an experience in life and then saying, "Oh this is just like Sherman's Plan in the early 1900's. Who cares, really? But I suppose that school holds some sort of deeper meaning or knowledge or self satisfaction. If anyone finds one of those, let me know where it is so that I can find it too.
In conclusion, I believe that finals are hard, school is harder, Spanish is harder than both of those and Buffy rules!