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Welcome to Midterms week. Basically one of the two weeks during the school year where everyone hates each other, everyone hates their teacher, and nobody cares about personal appearance because they're too busy cramming in what they were too lazy to learn before. They may as well retitle it Self Centered Week. Everyone assumes they're the only one who has to study, the only one who will do badly, the only one whose parents care about their grades. I have a few words for you all.

Dear Self-Centered Students At BHS,

Hi, my name is Jessica. You may know me, since I've been listening to you gripe and cry about your PERFECTLY FINE GRADES ALL YEAR. You may know me personally, or I may just be that girl who's unfortunate enough to stumble upon your conversation as I people watch.
Let me put you into catagories for organizational purposes.

A. The Honors Students.
These students are my personal favorite. They like to complain about how much pressure they're under alll the "*whiney voice* timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. My parents are like, totally on my back! I suck and Mommy and Daddy hate me, that's why they paid for these fifty dollar jeans, my credit card, and whatever I ask them forrrrrrrr. Ughhhh my life sucksssssssssssssssssssss!". Here is a newsflash for you, honors student. If you can't handle an honors course, don't take it. Your parents don't have to approve it. They can't make you take an honors course. And just because you're *in* an honors course, doesn't mean that you're smarter than everyone. I particularly hate the girls (It's ALWAYS only girls) who condescend me because I'm not in an honors class. All I have to say is that I'm fairly sure I'd rather do well in an academic class and know that I'm intelligent enough to know when I'm suitable for a higher class, than to take every honors course thrown at me and complain about my bad grades later.
A sub category of The Honors Student is The Perfectionist. The perfectionist is the student who complains about Bs. Excuse me while I fight the urge to hit some sense into you. Do not tell me that my B's are a good grade and then complain that B's are simply not good enough for you. What are you trying to say? That B's are okay for me, I'm not going anywhere after all. No, clearly I am mentally challenged and a B is fabulous for me, but Heaven forbid you get a B. The apocolypse must be looming if you do *thunderous gasp* As well as Jessica. Because I'm clearly challenged, and matching in grades is such an insult.
I'm honestly offended. I know for a fact that I'm not challenged, I'm sorry I removed the stick from my butt and realized that a B is a GOOD GRADE. I swear to myself that the next time someone complains about their honors course, their parental pressures, or their terrible B+, I will say something.

B. The Slacker.
The Slacker is a new breed of the Honors Student. They don't do anything at all, and then complain about how they don't get it and are failing. All I have to say is HELLO! TRy DOING SOMETHING LIKE THE REST OF US, PLEASE.

I'm getting very frustrated even thinking about these two types that consume my school. As if Midterms weren't enough. But I have a few words for all of you.
The Honors Student: Shut up or stop complaining.
The Pefectionist: A B is a fine grade. Cool yourself. Or just shut up.
The Slacker: Step up your game. Or shut up.
I think what I'm trying to get at is that everyone needs to just get over themselves and start studying. Present company probably included.