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I've actually got everything for once.
How pissed off I was thanks to Daphne's comments this morning over what would happen to me if I screwed this up, and how nervous I was about getting up in front of the class, was covered in three minutes before class with Carly. I think she just knew, because I didn't say a thing. No matter what, I just am completely okay with dealing with this now.
We should help each other out every time there's a project that involves a presentation from here on out. I think it'll help us get a good grade. Beneficial to the learning experience, and blah blah blah. As long as Rosenthal doesn't bust us in the hallway, we're fine. Knowing him, he'd choose spaz twice as bad because not only is it two kids doing PDA in his hallways, it's one of his 'favorite' students committing the 'offense'.
I've seen Madsen and Johnny bagged and handed dententions enough times to know that we better damn well keep out of the way. And if it's going to be out in the open, it has to be short. I don't like the idea of having to worry about the guy, I'm not afraid of him. I stopped being afraid of him six months into freshman year. I just don't want Carly ending up with detentions over this. So we'll watch it.
I sat in my seat, not paying attention to Carmichael babbling on about something to pre empt the whole presentations thing, and leaned over to Madsen. "So you have everything, right?" The night before, they all got pretty messed up, so I'm hoping he didn't forget. I reminded him a grand total of nine times this morning, but he was still hungover, so I don't think he was paying attention.
"Yeah dude, it's cool."
"... You're sure?" I'm only bugging him about it because I don't want to have to hold Carly back all over again if he forgot. I can only stop so much.
"Dude. Seriously."
"Alright, alright, relax. I'm just being sure." I got the folder out of my bag, and then glanced all the papers, then heard my name called. And then I realized it'd been called more than once. Oh crap. "Yeah?"
"Thanks for joining us, Mr. Howell. You and Miss Madison are up first."
"Oh. Yeah. Thanks." I sighed and grabbed the folder, walking up to the front of the class.
And that's when I noticed it. Just because one of the papers slipped out from the rest, and before I slipped it back, I realized something was very very wrong.
This isn't mine. This is supposed to be with Madsen. This is not supposed to freakin' be with me right now. Shit, I'm in trouble. I don't even know how much of this is mixed up! What the hell am I supposed to do, make it up?!
I'm going to have to make it up.
Fine. That's what I'll do.
"Daphne and I got married on March 18th of nineteen sixty nine. I worked as a photographer. She was a stay at home wife. And we got divorced six months later."
I like this one better.
How pissed off I was thanks to Daphne's comments this morning over what would happen to me if I screwed this up, and how nervous I was about getting up in front of the class, was covered in three minutes before class with Carly. I think she just knew, because I didn't say a thing. No matter what, I just am completely okay with dealing with this now.
We should help each other out every time there's a project that involves a presentation from here on out. I think it'll help us get a good grade. Beneficial to the learning experience, and blah blah blah. As long as Rosenthal doesn't bust us in the hallway, we're fine. Knowing him, he'd choose spaz twice as bad because not only is it two kids doing PDA in his hallways, it's one of his 'favorite' students committing the 'offense'.
I've seen Madsen and Johnny bagged and handed dententions enough times to know that we better damn well keep out of the way. And if it's going to be out in the open, it has to be short. I don't like the idea of having to worry about the guy, I'm not afraid of him. I stopped being afraid of him six months into freshman year. I just don't want Carly ending up with detentions over this. So we'll watch it.
I sat in my seat, not paying attention to Carmichael babbling on about something to pre empt the whole presentations thing, and leaned over to Madsen. "So you have everything, right?" The night before, they all got pretty messed up, so I'm hoping he didn't forget. I reminded him a grand total of nine times this morning, but he was still hungover, so I don't think he was paying attention.
"Yeah dude, it's cool."
"... You're sure?" I'm only bugging him about it because I don't want to have to hold Carly back all over again if he forgot. I can only stop so much.
"Dude. Seriously."
"Alright, alright, relax. I'm just being sure." I got the folder out of my bag, and then glanced all the papers, then heard my name called. And then I realized it'd been called more than once. Oh crap. "Yeah?"
"Thanks for joining us, Mr. Howell. You and Miss Madison are up first."
"Oh. Yeah. Thanks." I sighed and grabbed the folder, walking up to the front of the class.
And that's when I noticed it. Just because one of the papers slipped out from the rest, and before I slipped it back, I realized something was very very wrong.
This isn't mine. This is supposed to be with Madsen. This is not supposed to freakin' be with me right now. Shit, I'm in trouble. I don't even know how much of this is mixed up! What the hell am I supposed to do, make it up?!
I'm going to have to make it up.
Fine. That's what I'll do.
"Daphne and I got married on March 18th of nineteen sixty nine. I worked as a photographer. She was a stay at home wife. And we got divorced six months later."
I like this one better.