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I can't believe I finished it. I actually finished it.
12 fricking pages. And total disregard for Pre-Calc homework. That must be worth something.
I haven't started the Beloved paper yet. I don't know if I'm going to. I'm seriously debating writing it tomorrow during free period. I probably could do it if I picked out some quotes right now to focus on. She said it only needed to be about two pages, right? I could do that in 40 minutes. ...probably. I say 40, because I should probably attempt the Pre-Calc stuff. I have this funny feeling Demers is going to take a chainsaw to my limbs if I don't start doing something in his class. I pretty much put it at the VERY bottom of my priorities list because I hate it so much. Math in general. Usually.
He caught me reading in class today, but let me keep reading because he's just THAT awesome. I am so not worthy. I feel guilty that I have totally taken advantage of his respect for me. I used to be a good, hard-working math student. I'm not really anymore, but he still treats me like one. And I don't deserve that.
Anyway, as far as the Beloved essay is concerned, I just don't know if I can switch gears at this point. And, even if I could, I have serious doubts about my ability to form coherent sentences in essay format this late at night/early in the morning.
My neck hurts from staying the same position for the 5 hours I spent writing this monster.
12 fricking pages. And total disregard for Pre-Calc homework. That must be worth something.
I haven't started the Beloved paper yet. I don't know if I'm going to. I'm seriously debating writing it tomorrow during free period. I probably could do it if I picked out some quotes right now to focus on. She said it only needed to be about two pages, right? I could do that in 40 minutes. ...probably. I say 40, because I should probably attempt the Pre-Calc stuff. I have this funny feeling Demers is going to take a chainsaw to my limbs if I don't start doing something in his class. I pretty much put it at the VERY bottom of my priorities list because I hate it so much. Math in general. Usually.
He caught me reading in class today, but let me keep reading because he's just THAT awesome. I am so not worthy. I feel guilty that I have totally taken advantage of his respect for me. I used to be a good, hard-working math student. I'm not really anymore, but he still treats me like one. And I don't deserve that.
Anyway, as far as the Beloved essay is concerned, I just don't know if I can switch gears at this point. And, even if I could, I have serious doubts about my ability to form coherent sentences in essay format this late at night/early in the morning.
My neck hurts from staying the same position for the 5 hours I spent writing this monster.