Hooray! It's today!
This is me. Today. Writing in my journal. So... there you go.
I've been busy with English assignments. Apparently my teacher (the one who replaced the dead one) cares more about quantity than quality. Actually, he doesn't care about quality at all. I used to give him dynamite answers for questions. He told me to shorten them and suck the life out of them. That's understandable anyway, because my answers were a little... over-the-top. Hell, he doesn't even care if half of what I say is right! He just wants twenty assignments in for each class. Easy enough. You know, I should write "my hamster" for answers on my next paper and see if he notices.
Not that I mind that he doesn't check them.
No. Not at all.
Anyway, I'm doing well. I'm considered a real-deal sophomore even though I go to an alternative school. My counselor says I have just as many credits as a normal student, which is super. Everybody should go to alternative school. And it's not like they ever confuse alti-kids with special ed-kids. There's a difference from being lazy or a whore and being mentally-challenged, after all. Yep.
I see my psyche tomorrow. Now I can confide in her about how I keep thinking I'm going to die next week. Woo-hoo! Unfortunately, I'm not joking. I really do think that. But I've... kind of solved my problem. I won't die next week... my cat will. You see, I traded souls with him. I'm not saying I'll sacrifice him or anything, but somehow he'll die. Am I a horrible person?
Anyway, now it's November.
I've been busy with English assignments. Apparently my teacher (the one who replaced the dead one) cares more about quantity than quality. Actually, he doesn't care about quality at all. I used to give him dynamite answers for questions. He told me to shorten them and suck the life out of them. That's understandable anyway, because my answers were a little... over-the-top. Hell, he doesn't even care if half of what I say is right! He just wants twenty assignments in for each class. Easy enough. You know, I should write "my hamster" for answers on my next paper and see if he notices.
Not that I mind that he doesn't check them.
No. Not at all.
Anyway, I'm doing well. I'm considered a real-deal sophomore even though I go to an alternative school. My counselor says I have just as many credits as a normal student, which is super. Everybody should go to alternative school. And it's not like they ever confuse alti-kids with special ed-kids. There's a difference from being lazy or a whore and being mentally-challenged, after all. Yep.
I see my psyche tomorrow. Now I can confide in her about how I keep thinking I'm going to die next week. Woo-hoo! Unfortunately, I'm not joking. I really do think that. But I've... kind of solved my problem. I won't die next week... my cat will. You see, I traded souls with him. I'm not saying I'll sacrifice him or anything, but somehow he'll die. Am I a horrible person?
Anyway, now it's November.