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I had something incredibly profound to say here, but I completely forget what it was. I can, however, recite Blake's The Tyger if anyone would like to call me up and hear it. I think my English exam tomorrow is going to be easy, but I'm so lazy that I'll just avoid doing the essay questions until the last possible minute during the time frame. That's what happened LAST semester anyway. Well, I didn't do too badly on that exam anyway (A-), so maybe it'll work out alright again. I didn't have the time to update my journal yesterday but I got an email from The Mikado guys telling me I had to be in for 7:30. Cut to 7:15 and my dad is STILL not home with the car, so I'm getting freaked out. I eventually ended up borrowing my neighbour's car and driving to the Catholic high school where the practice was held. And the kicker is that I only ended up being there for twenty minutes. Graawwrrll. I'm on a complete sugar high and the moment because that's how I study best (next to lots and lots of candy). I was going to make some hot chocolate as well but I figured that was a bit overkill. Question: can you remember anything after a sugar binge? I certainly hope so, because I'm absorbing this English crap pretty well... I think. Of course, I'm an English major so I'd say I'd have to. I don't know why I have to go through all this training just to become an English teacher. I'll bet that if you shoved me in a classroom, I would be at least AS GOOD if not BETTER than most of my high school English teachers. Grade 10 was a year-long substitute who normally taught Grade 3 (one of our spelling words that year was "jut"... no lie.) Grade 11 was worse, if you can believe it. I took honours English that year too, and all the teacher did was read out the forwards she got over her email for half the class, and try to recite all of Desdemona's lines from memory... backwards for the other half. Thank God I had a great Grade 12 honours English teacher. I leared how to write an essay that year. :) And now here I am, with Professor Sam who's basically at the same level as my Grade 11 teacher except instead of Shakespeare he quotes Bob Marley. Okay, okay. He's not all bad. But I wish we didn't have to do all that post-colonial Rastafarian stuff... which he seems to be passionate about. Ah well, everyone's got a *thing*. Anyway, back to studying!