Sour Taste Kind of Day

Today was certainly not my day, to say the least. Not only was I completely dead from Senior Picnic yesterday, but my brain didn't want to work with me. Before I left the house this morning, I checked my purse because I had a feeling I needed something from it, but I didn't see anything; I left my early pass. So not only could I not go out with my friends to lunch, but I was pretty much screwed in leaving before the 3:15 school dismissal bell when I get out at 2:15.
Aside from that, I also failed the reading check my English teacher assigned me, even though I actually read the scene this time. I guess that's what I get for taking an honors English class with the hardest teacher on campus. I don't understand why she has to be so dang specific with her answers and questions. I can barely comprehend Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice, let alone Shakespeare's Hamlet in one night of reading. Ugh whatever.
I also think my AP Gov. teacher is a psycho. We've been in school for a month now and we've literally sat in her class everyday watching things on the election....today was the first day we actually took notes and had homework, but she didn't specify the exact article she wanted us to print out and bring, so I printed out like 6 different ones....hopefully one of them is the right one. She also irritates me. All she does is feed her democratic political views down our throats and bashes on Mitt Romney. I myself am at a moderate political state, mostly liberal, but I'd like to hear about the conservative part every now and then.
And lastly I came home to see my older cousin's car parked outside my house, well really my Nana's, but he's been driving it since he got a flat tire on his truck. It wasn't until then that I realized my best friend and big brother was moving away and going to college in a little over 5 days. This would be the last time I saw him until his Thanksgiving break. It's crazy to think that he won't just be a 20 minute drive away anymore. I won't have anyone to talk to about all the important stuff like friends or politics or literature who is on the same page as me. In reality, it makes me really sad. When he drove away today after we all hugged him bye, it really hit me; my best friend is gone. He was my first best friend ever. He was the one who called me siso when I was little and who would watch over me. He was the one I looked up to and always envied. He's everything I aspire to be, and now he's not gonna be here. It sucks. I know he's going to be having the time of his life, and I know he's going to be meeting new people and making new friends, but it sucks that he won't be doing that here. He's taught me everything I know and I hope he's just as proud of me as I am of him.