Since when did being an interior designer involve knowing the War of 1812 was fought between Canada and America?

It has come to my attention that something is very off in my life. Maybe the fact that I don't have one should've given me a clue. I have done nothing but history. How is that supposed to help with me getting into college? Sure, if I wanted to be a history major, then yea, this wouldn't be so bad. But I don't want to be that. I want to be an interior designer. I want to work with paint and building homes and finding furniture that matches the mood of the home and the people living in it. I want to drive down the street in some neighborhood and tell the person in the seat next to me, "Hey, I helped make that house!" not, "Oh, I can't believe they put that on the battle ground of that great battle from 1892, against Whosiwhatsit and Whatdoyacallem".
No.
Not gonna happen. So, in short, I'm going to drop AP U.S. history. It's not worth my time. I want to do more with my life. Like get a job. Work on the literary magazine. Have a life where I can hang out with friends and not worry about those two chapters I need to read in order to write that essay and take that test. I want to be creative, and I can't be creative in that class. Everyone's too serious in that class. No one really laughs at stupid things. No one there seems to understand that there's more to life than working towards getting into a UC school. I used to think that. It used to be my dream to go to UCLA. But you know what? I've always been aiming to be perfect. Maybe it's time for me, for everyone, to finally realize something: no matter how hard we try, no matter how many AP classes we take, no matter how many sports we play, friends we have, high-end colleges we get into, we'll never truly be perfect. Those that should be considered "perfect" are those people who finally realized that they're not "perfect" in the eyes of everyone. They're just perfect in the eyes of themselves.