You can sure tell I'm bipolar!

Not just from the fact that I went from suicidal to hypomanic in about .2 seconds (I've always wanted to be able to pinpoint the exact transition, but I guess the point of bipolar is that there is no in-between), but because I went from thinking love was not possible to loving a boy in about a week. This would normally make me think it wasn't really love, but just the initial shock of lust or passion, but I've grown up cynical enough to tell the difference between love and the fake equivilent.
This is the most shocking of all: I am suddenly looking forward to school, and sad that I am leaving my pre-calc class completely behind for calculus next semester. I know what you're thinking- it must be because I find pre-calc so incredibly fascinating and school to be such a worthy investment of my time... but you're wrong! *gasp, shock*!
I love Matt. I don't know why... it's something deep inside of me. For my whole life I've always assumed that I would just one day meet the perfect guy, and I would know, immediately, and love him immediately. And every one kept telling me that was impractical, and would never happen, but now it has. And of course I'm weary of it, weary that I have suddenly fallen in love, but to be in love is such an awesome feeling, to be told that I am beautiful, brilliant, wonderful, by a boy that is in love with me in return, whose hands and lips are so soft...
And he asked me yesterday, why aren't you confident of yourself? And I basically told him because I have been sexually and physically and emotionally abused my whole life, and he is so incredible, he is such an amazing guy... he said he wanted to light something on fire, he was so nice, he is so nice...
Anyway, in have come upon the conclusion (can you tell I'm hypomanic? I'm in such a good mood! I feel on top of the world... too bad it won't last long! I'm cycling so rapidly because I have been taking my meds) that none of my teachers think anything I say is of merit. Like in math today, Ms. Richard's asked what an inverse function was, and I kept saying (I said it fifty times), a function reflected over the line y=x, and she heard me (i know she heard me), but everyone kept staring blankly at her, and she kept asking, and I get really frusterated. Ms. Richards finally said, anyone besides Lindsay? Which is what all my teachers say when they ask a question, whether I am paying attention or not (which I am more often not, because my time is infinitely more valuable than my peers, and I don't wnat to spend it looking stoned and getting force-fed facts that I've known for years).
And my teachers hate my actual questions, because more often than not they don't know the answers, like in science yesterday I asked why reptile cells didn't respire more rather than less, to keep their blood and enzymes at an optimal temperature to produce more ATP, and she just acted like she didn't hear me and went on to the next question.
GRR!!! School is SUCH a waste of time!!! I honestly never learn anything because the rest of the idiot population needs to be told things ninety times before they can understand it. I keep transferring into higher and higher classes and I'M STILL NOT LEARNING!
I should drop out of school and jsut homeschool. At the rate my high school's going, I could finish high school and be enrolled in college by next year. Not because I'm smart, but because 1) I am not permanantly stoned like most of hte HHS student body and 2) I know how to apply myself, love to learn, and love to ask the questions nobody else dares think about.