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Monday, February 1, 2010

shut up, leave it to the teacher.

Alright, new classes today! English Lit is going to rock, Maskell is going to be sweet, I can tell. She has a coffeemaker and teapot in her classroom...for everyone. Like all her students. Caffeine, I love thee. She's got a sweet poetry voice too, all good at reading and stuff.
English 12 might be a TAD more difficult. I think I really like Santos, but I'm not such a fan of the structure of essays. And provincials always seem to bring me down a lot. But it's English, not too hard.
FRICK.
In lit, one of the girls is so annoying. Her mom's a teacher, so I guess that gives her the right to 'correct' the teacher and think she's teaching the class? Sweet. Day one and everything she said I was ready to get up and punch her square in the face. But I'm nice and didn't let her know how annoying she was being. Seeing as she didn't sit close enough to hear me whisper. But alack and alas. She feels a need to comment on every. single. thing. that is said. She tried correcting Maskell, and when she got totally shut down, you could tell she still thought she was right! WTF GET A HINT. Drives me up the wall, that's all I have to say about the subject. Oh wait, no it's not. She wore legging/pant things (they were too tight for pants, and didn't have pockets. but too loose for leggings. I'm still stumped) that had music notes on them. Cool in theory. Not so much when put to practical use.
Okay NOW I'm done.
With that subject, at least.
I have the night off dance. And no homework to do. I'm thinking about starting some German homework, seeing as it's really necessary I finish it sometime soon. But I probably will only get a little bit finished. It sucks having very little motivation.
But do you understand what starting this quarter means?
THIS IS THE QUARTER I GO TO NEW YORK IN!!!
WOOOOOP.
And I may or may not be gone the week before my finals.
Too bad.
I GOT 87% IN MATH 12!!
Maybe not the GREATEST mark. But it's still an A.
Which was my goal. LOVELOVELOVE.

kay bye.

-love.

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