Twizzlers
So this week, and probably next week, is the week(s) that my school's dance team goes around with these boxes of candy, selling them for a dollar per candy. Generally, this causes much chaos, and I lose a several dollars to the expensive, but convineint buying of candy. As you can most likely guess, I'm munching on some twizzlers right now.
In strings today, my teacher annoyed me greatly, but that;s not the point. I went in there ina fine mood, even though all day my friends had been telling me I won an award. Joy. Anyways, so then they all start telling me that I also got a big chocolate bar, and I started getting excited, being the chocolate lover I am. But all I got was this little gold pin, and still chocolate-less. Then she makes us take out our instruments to play two scales, then pack up again. We played one scale from a book, and then she's like, okies next scale, so we thought it was the next scale written, but apprarently it was on another page, and she started yelling at us for talking to each other and playing the wrong scale. Even though we were tellilng each other where the stupid scale was in the book, and it was her fault for not clarifying it. Blargh.
I'm on my last Twizzler now.
Anyways, so after that, I freaked out because we had a test, and a stupid essay to go with it. Our teacher calls them "short responses" even though this essay, okies, here it is. The question was: Name three strengths of the North and three strengths of the South. But our teacher also wanted us to explain each strenght and add an example. Mine took an entire page and a half. Blarghness. Again.
But luckily, somebody lent me a dollar, and I got to buy Twizzlers. Which are sadly all gone now.