Failure, a breath of Fresh Air

I'm pretty sure I failed my Physics Test. I know what you are all thinking, " Oh, she's just freaking out, she probably Aced it and is just being annoying." Well, I may be annoying, but I really did fail my Physics Test. I didn't do 3 problems, all of which were worth between 4 and 8pts. I failed. This is the first Test I have ever failed (in my high school career, I failed the bones test in 3rd grade). It really doesn't bother me that much. It should, but it doesn't. Somehow I just got over it.

You can amaze yourself in the most unlikely of circumstances. I'm even kind of glad that I failed. Similar to when I got my first detention. Something completely out of character, and wonderful because of it. Maybe I'm pissed off at Chad and I don't care about anything anymore. Maybe I've reached that Teen-angst part of my life? maybe it's senioritis. It might even be a mixture of all three things or something I haven't thought about. Whatever it is, it scares me a little, and I hope this rebelliousness doesn't get too out of hand.

And for all of you already rebellious people out there who scoff at my idea of rebelliousness. It's all comparative, so back off.