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If I had to pick one of my teachers to eat, I'd choose Madame Allen, because she is HUGE and buttery. This is written in my French notebook. As you may have guessed, there are not actual French notes in my French notebook.
For a long time I wasn't sure if Ms. Hagle never talked to me or cared what I was doing because she found me so repulsive that it didn't matter, or if she liked me so much that she trusted me to be doing the right thing well. Yesterday I discovered that she actually does like me quite a bit, apparently, and then I didn't have backbone enough to tell her that I was sentenced to ISS for the rest of the week for skipping school. It would probably bring up memories of two years ago, when I went to Starbucks with Lauren Smith instead of, you know, art class.
My sister moved into her dormitory today. People keep asking me if I miss her. She's been gone about ten hours. For the record: no.
For a long time I wasn't sure if Ms. Hagle never talked to me or cared what I was doing because she found me so repulsive that it didn't matter, or if she liked me so much that she trusted me to be doing the right thing well. Yesterday I discovered that she actually does like me quite a bit, apparently, and then I didn't have backbone enough to tell her that I was sentenced to ISS for the rest of the week for skipping school. It would probably bring up memories of two years ago, when I went to Starbucks with Lauren Smith instead of, you know, art class.
My sister moved into her dormitory today. People keep asking me if I miss her. She's been gone about ten hours. For the record: no.