People that annoy me- the totally biased opinions of a teenage girl

Terrorists annoy me. Why must fear rule our lives?

Teachers annoy me. Why must homework take precedent over relaxation and fun?

School annoys me. Why must college be so expensive?

My mom annoys me. Why must I be sheltered and controlled to the point where I want to almost run away?

Back stabbing girls annoy me. Why must girls be such vipers to each other?

Idiots annoy me. Why must people not think before they speak?

Homophobic people annoy me. Why must people be so close minded?

People who don’t believe in mental illnesses annoy me. Why would must you tell me to go jump of a roof and kill myself?

Non feminist females annoy me. Why must people accept being inferior?

Non feminist males annoy me. Why must people think themselves superior?

People with no sense of humor annoy me. Why must you stand there and not recognize my joke?

Cheaters annoy me. Why must people not be able to go through life without shortcuts?

Lazy people annoy me. Why must you sit there while others work?

Boys annoy me. Why must they never admit that they like you?

Thieves annoy me. Why must people take what doesn’t belong to them?

The government annoys me. Why must I never be able to understand it?

Donald Trump annoys me. Why must he be such a pig?

People who hate on book lovers annoy me. Why must you hate on someone’s passion?

People who think I’m weird annoy me. Why must I let your thoughts affect my own thoughts and self image.

Crying babies annoy me. Why must I have to be annoyed by it?

Rude people annoy me. Why must you make an effort to put a damper on someone’s day?

Close minded people annoy me. Why must people lack the ability to accept differences?

Optimists annoy me. Why must others be so freaking happy and positive all the time?

I annoy myself. Why must I complain so much?

My brain annoys me. Why must it make me so insecure?

Hmmm. The thoughts that crowd my brain sometimes and beg to be spilled on paper…

I’ll probably delete this in a few days.

Well. Idk. What annoys you? Let’s complain together! …




My Junior Year of High School To-Do List

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I’m starting my junior year of high school in a week, the hardest year of high school supposedly. I started making myself a to-do list and instantly got overwhelmed, so what better to do than make a discussion type blog post about it?


-Study for my learner’s permit

-Turn 16 and get learner’s permit

-Register for driver’s ed

I’ve already started studying for my learner’s permit, but the only thing I’m worried about is that driver’s ed starts three days after I turn 16 so that’s how long I have to get my permit. I’m also worried about Cross Country and Driver’s Ed being on the same day, (Meet wise, I know I have to miss practice once a week already).

-Get 16 year old working papers

And then I have to get new working papers because I currently have the 14-15 year old one, but I need the 16 and up one.


-Study for and take the PSAT

I took the psat last year and did okay, but this time it really counts for the National Merit Scholarship award so I want to do even better and for that I need to actually study this time.


-Register for CPR re-certification

I got my lifeguard certification last year, but the CPR part of it needs to be renewed every year so that’s what I need to do in December.


-Study for midterms

Midterm season!


-Junior Prom Date

I know it seems trivial, but hello, I read contemporaries and NA and adult romance novels, obviously prom is going to be important to me. I went to senior prom last year with a friend but this is way different. Prom is in April so in March if I don’t get asked about midway through I’m going to ask someone, and if I don’t, I’ll just go with my friends in a group.


-Junior Prom

Yay, prom at the end of the month.

(Also I need to start studying for IB exams this month)


-IB Exams

I NEED to do well on these exams!

-Get a summer job!

I might work as a lifeguard in the same place I worked this summer or I might get a less paying job as a camp counselor with lifeguard on the side at the same place. And if not, Barnes and Noble or the library is always a last resort.


-Look at SAT, subject SAT’s and ACT test and test centers

I don’t know yet if I’m taking the ACT but I’ll need to look into that soon.

-Finals and Regents studying!

End of the year studying!

This of course is just a general list. Not including my outside activities of battle of the books, taekwondo, dance, cross country, and track.

Also not included is clubs such as Spanish Club, DECA, Ethics Bowl, and Mock Trial.

Also obviously community service is necessary for National Honor Society as well attending school events for National Honor Society and Spanish Club/Honor Society such as Homecoming and Safe Halloween.

Am I missing anything that I need to do in my junior year? Leave me a comment!

Also a disclaimer, I realize this may sound like a lot to juggle, but really, I did it last year with only one mental breakdown so I think I can handle it again.

Stay awesome Sassenachs!-Calliope Fraser

P.s. I’m currently doing a giveaway right now for my birthday in a few weeks, the rafflecopter link here:


Also if you want to see the blog post that I did itself, you can click here:


So yeah…i had a mental/nervous breakdown today

I got a 100 on mostly every essay in English last year, with the exception of the first two where i got 95’s because i was still adjusting to the teacher’s likes.

I love to write, i am a great writer, i know this. My English average has always been a 98, my favorite class and my best average.

This year, i have a really hard teacher who takes no nonsense from anyone. She also grades harsher than last years teacher.

So when my friends were all talking about the in the 90’s grade they received on their essays, i though, great, i’m a better writer than they are, so i’ll get a good grade too.

It’s 6th period, and i check parent portal, the website where our grades are, and i see an 80 as my essay grade, dropping my average to a 93.

This is not possible. I promptly try and fight tears, but then the bell rings, and lo and behold, English is my next class.

I’m very angry with the teacher, at myself, and at everyone.

I’m also trying to fight tears.

At the very end of class, the freaking teacher pulls me outside with my essay and asks if i’m ok.

Do i look freaking ok? No! The worst thing you can ask someone who’s fighting tears is if they’re ok, because then they’ll start crying all over you. That is the theme of this story, remember it.

She shows me my grade and starts talking about why i got an 88.

Wait, what!????? I got an 80 i thought. Then i start sobbing, i have no idea why, and apparently, i got 12 points off because my thesis wasn’t specific enough. Understandable, but 12 points!!!??? Honestly, this has been my lowest essay grade throughout high school and even middle school. Frustration.

My English teacher clearly is an idiot because she takes me back into the classroom, a sobbing mess, and hands me tissues. The bell for 7th period has rung by now, everyone is filing out and staring at me crying.

To make it worse, i decided to wear mascara today and i had it running down my face.

So the teacher logs into her account and tells me that the grade is an 88, not an 80.

But i did see an 80, and so did my mom.


Then the bell rings again. I’m officially late for 8th period and still sobbing for no reason.

The teacher refuses to give me a pass because she has a no pass policy.

I’m trying to calm down as i’m about to enter my math class, when a senior who i have a club with says hi to me.

I turn around, he asks me what’s wrong…and i start sobbing all over again.

Ugh, great, i walk into math a little calmer now…and realize we have a substitute. And she’s the bitchy 80 year old English teacher that everyone hates (not my English teacher, another one)

I walk up to her, put my backpack on my desk and tell her my name and that i’m here.

She looks at my red and blotchy face and FREAKING ASKS ME WHY I’M LATE.

I can’t tell her of course because i start sobbing again. The class was doing group work, and not paying attention to me, so i quickly ask to have a minute outside, and grab the tissue box and run outside into the hallway.

I blow my nose and try to calm down when the freaking substitute walks out and tells me that i can’t sit outside alone and that she has to send me to guidance or the nurse in a minute.

She goes back inside and i want to punch her. I start crying even harder and another teacher walks by and asks if i’m ok.

I say i’m fine.

She says she knows and asks if i wanted to go to guidance.

I say yes.

She goes to get my books from the classroom and walks me down the social office where i have a complete breakdown for the rest of the period and cry.

The bell rings for 9th period then, and i’m still shaky, but i have a test next period…

I don’t go and spend the rest of the period calming down and basically having a therapy session, great.

Now i’m home typing this up. My mom just called me. I’m crying again.

I’m not crying anymore.

My face is disgusting.

It’s all red and all of my makeup rubbed off.

I don’t know what happened today.

I’m grateful to the random teacher in the hallway who knew what to do without causing a scene and sparing me from walking back into the classroom and facing my classmates and the bitchy sub.

I don’t know why i was crying. I think it was the shock of the original 80.

Or maybe i’m being too hard on myself. My overall average is still a 94. I’m just disappointed it’s not higher.

(P.s My English teacher called my mom. Great. That’s probably why my mom called me) 😦

The only good part was what i got in the mail just now:


But i’m not going to read them because i have to study for two AP tests this weekend and i can’t have these amazing books distracting me.

So yeah, overall, i’ve had a pretty shitty day and i’m so stressed out and only in 10th grade so it’s only just going to get harder.

I’m really grateful to the social worker person who talked me through it today.


Avril Lavigne and Green Day Obsessed Apparently- My Fav Songs of 2015 (so far)


Since i’m off from school today, i thought that i’d take the opportunity to make another ‘Life’ post. My blog title is ‘YA Books and General Life’ and i haven’t done a general life post since September, so let’s do one now!

So ever since i got a smartphone in September, i’ve been using the iheart radio app all the time to listen to music! Today i thought that i would share some of the songs i’m totally obsessed with of late.

1. Teenagers and Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance  

2. Brain Stew, American Idiot, Basket Case, She, Holiday, 21 Guns by Green Day

3. Misery Business and Decode by Paramore

4. Gives You Hell and Dirty Little Secret by All- American Rejects

5. Savior by Rise Against      

6. Self Esteem and You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring

7. Fat Lip by Sum 41  

8. Skater Boy, Girlfriend, What the Hell, Never Growing Up, Complicated, Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne (I’ve actually been obsessed with her since 7th grade…)

9. Maroon 5 in general

10. Immortals, Uma Thurman, My Songs…Centuries, Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy

11. I write sins…, Miss. Jackson, This is gospel, Hallelujah by Panic! At the disco

12. Taylor Swift- Wildest dreams most recently 😉

13. In the end by Linkin Park  

14. In Bloom by Nirvana

15. Revolution by The Beatles      

16. Small Things by Blink 182

17. Drag me Down by One Direction    

18. She’s Kinda Hot by 5SOS

19. Confident by Demi Lovato      

20. Come get some by Counterfeit Rock

21.Tear in my heart, stressed out by Twenty One Pilots  

22. Hit It by American Authors

23. Welcome to my life by Simple Plan        

24. 1985 by Bowling for Soup

25. Chocolate by The 1975      

And that’s it! …for now! Do we have any favs in common? Or do you have any musical recommendations? 😉

-Calliope (5)

P.S. the image I used in the banner is from freepik 😉

I’m finally 15!

Privet! (Again, that’s hello in Russian) It’s my birthday today! Woot! I’m finally 15! I say finally because i’ve been telling everyone i was 15 since i turned 14 and a half, simply because then people would assume i was a year younger than a actually am.

I know, i know, soon i’ll be telling people i’m younger, but right now, it’s the opposite.

Clearly, i got some barnes and nobles gift cards for my birthday, and a Starbucks gift card, thanks to my friend at school and my friend at thtawkwardsilence. I also got a gift card to target…and a new phone!

People, i have finally arrived in the 21st century, and i now have a smartphone *applause*, thank you, thank you.

I feel like when you grow older, birthday’s become less of a big deal. Like, i was literally like, meh, today. I nearly forgot it was my birthday.

Also, it was so weird getting texts from my relatives. Like, how did they get my number? My mom probably. Cringe.

I don’t know, i don’t really feel any older, and i CANNOT believe that i’m turning 16 in a year, that’s crazy! I feel waaaaay younger than that.

Anyways, thanks for reading! I’m off to do homework. Ha ha, literally, the first thing i do when i get home from swim practice is write a blog post, priorities right?

I have my first swim meet tomorrow! Wish me good luck!

-Calliope (5)

My bathing suit is wet, and not from the pool, but from my disgusting, dirty sweat

This is a rant and not related to books at all, well, Queen of Shadows is mentioned, but that’s it. 

My bathing suit is wet, and not from the pool, but from my disgusting, dirty sweat.

That actually rhymes, hmmmm, i might turn that into a poem or something. Oh! Speaking of poems, one of my poems was published in an online magazine called Mimp Mag, click here to read it (It’s not one of my best, i just wrote it one day after a good run) You guys should submit stuff to the magazine if you want to 😉

Anyways, the last two days, with the exception of receiving Queen of Shadows this morning, have been horrible.

I swim on my school’s Varsity team, the thing is, practice starts two weeks before school starts in the mornings, and my parents can’t drive me, because they work full time.

So i usually get dropped off at school in the morning for practice, and then i take the public bus home. Let me tell you, the public bus sucks. It’s never on time, and the stop that i have is so bad and nearly invisible, that the bus always misses me.

So yesterday, the practice was changed to the afternoon, so i took the bus there no problem, but then on the way back, there was so much traffic from rush hour, that the bus was half an hour late, and then it missed me. Thank god the next bus was only 10 minutes in between because of the lateness of the first one. I was just soooo mad and tired by that point, and then i had to walk home from the bus stop as well. That’s why i didn’t post anything yesterday, cause i got home late and tired.

Then today, just now, half an hour ago, i’m walking to the bus stop, in my swimsuit so i don’t have to waste time changing at school, and i get to the bus stop, and it should be coming in 10 minutes, when my phone buzzes. Turns out, because of the heat, practice was cancelled.

Now, i’m sweating and really hot, and was waiting for the air conditioned bus. So now i have to treck all the way back home, and now i’m sweating even more.

I then lift up my shirt to wipe my sweaty face, and this is what i see:


It’s disgusting. I’m actually sweating through my bathing suit! I’m just happy that practice was cancelled before i got on the bus, otherwise, i would have been soooooo mad.

Ironic how practice was cancelled because of a heat wave. Hello? I’m walking in it! Could have mentioned practice was cancelled half an hour ago, before i left the house!?

I’m sooooo sorry about this rant, i’m just really hot and irritable. Hey, you know what solves that?


Sorry for the blurry photo, the camera was being icky. I’m just going to go read this baby, because that will definitely cheer me up.

Ok, i might do that Summer Reader Tag that Giselle tagged me in, then go read Queen of Shadows, just so i feel like i’ve been productive this week.

Ha ha, thanks if you actually made it to the bottom of this post 😉 If you have any comments, or stories like this of your own, please, you’re welcome to share them.

Ahh, i’m actually cooling down now, and am not as hot. And sorry for any typos, i wrote this up quickly 🙂

-Calliope (5)

This one’s for the ladies


(It’s about to get gross, ugly, close, and personal, so if you don’t want to read this totally honest rant from a teenage girl, no details left out, don’t read, but if you do want to hear all about it, then please, by all means, continue, woah, this is like the biggest run on sentence in history or something!) 😀

Period stories and rants. Enjoy! 🙂

White Jeans Fiasco 

So, i wore white jeans for the first time in 8th grade. And of course that one time i wore them was the time that my period came two weeks over, and went all over my lovely new white jeans. It could have been even worse though, because i had been planning on wearing a crop top that day, but i chickened out and wore a sweater that cover my butt almost. Let me just say thank god i went with the sweater. If i hadn’t, my entire school would have seen the red stain spreading on my jeans, the one i didn’t feel or notice.

When You’re in the Bathroom

Don’t you just hate when you’re changing your pad in the bathroom, and there’s like complete silence save the three people doing their makeup, hair, or peeing? And then the ripping of your pad happens like a loud thunderclap, and you’re like DYING OF EMBARRASSMENT because now EVERYONE in the bathroom knows that you have your period, and then when you walk out, you meekly avoid everyone’s eyes.

When you Get it at Night 

When you only have a liner on the night before your period is supposed to start, and you wake up to your liner soaked through and your underwear disgusting. It’s gross.

When you don’t have a pad handy

When you’re changing your pad in your home bathroom and you open the drawer with the pads, and the size you’re looking for is not there, but you’re like, sitting on the toilet and can’t get up, and you have two options. 1. To ask your brother or your mom, or your dad to get you a pad, (so embarrassing) 2. You put some toilet paper in your underwear to act as a pad and you go get one yourself. I usually do both, depending on my mood at the time.

That’s all i managed to come up with, if you have any more, please, share in the comments below!

Thanks for reading, and i’ll see you in the next one!