Fucking Teacher Morons (Plus, a mini-binge)

I had the intention of writing yesterday, but I was too nervous about my grade in Math (which I went to school to check today) which also means that I sort of had a mini-binge. It wasn't anything fattening (like cookies or cakes, you know, what I usually binge on) but just normal food. And it wasn't huge amounts of it either, just many small meals throughout the day... plus 3 huge oranges.
Anyways, I'm back in my aunt and uncle's house this week because I still had one more week of college left. It's basically just to check grades and stuff, so we're only going on the days and class schedule we have to see our final grades. I was super worried about failing Math, but I got 70, which is better than what others got. To tell you the truth, I wasn't happy with my grade only because there were people who scored even lower than me in almost every single assignment (not to mention the final exam) and they scored 71. The teacher is a fucking moron, but whatever. I know I didn't actually learn anyth much.
Almost all my teachers are fucking morons. Last Monday, we had Accounting as our first hour and only people that wanted to give a general look-see in what we had to study for the final exam went. Of course, I went. Well what do you know? The teacher comes in a half fucking hour late with an exasperated look on her face, telling us that our final exam was in a half hour. God, she's so... stupid. So, anyways, the majority of us (I guess) didn't know anything. I have to check my grades on that tomorrow as well. And you know what the unfair part is? The rest of the class, the ones that didn't come that day because they were too lazy to come got to do it yesterday. Of course, we told them what was on the test and stuff, so it's pretty hard not to get 95 or 100.
Now, our Management teacher is so unpredictable, plus a bitch. We're getting points knocked off our final grade because we didn't go today to class. Sounds logical, no? Well not if I told you that the teacher said we didn't have anything else to come to class to. She hardly ever goes to class and now she's getting strict with us? Fucking menopausal old woman.

In other news, I'm weighing in at (well I weighed on November 30th) 51.7 kg. Fucking last week and it's weekend binges. Christmas is just 23 days away and I'm not close enough to my goal. At least I'm not weighing in at 52.5 kg, which used to be my normal weight after a bingefest. Just one thing to be grateful for.
It's also almost new years and I guess I  just achieved one of last years resolutions: Coloring my hair an exotic color. Should I even write out my new year's resolution? It's normally almost always the same: Lose weight, get abs, be more kind, finish learning my new language, yadda, yadda, yadda. I never make it come true.