obligatory entry
I've just learned there's a whole set of responsibilities that go with livejournal (and a hell of a lot of i's in responsibility...but besides the point). For example, Betty came up to me yesterday and accused me of "never" writing in my lj. Which isn't true. I've written three other times since Liza set it up for me. It's just so much more fun to read other peoples'.
I was actually one hundred percent busy this week though...I am very glad I have this long weekend to catch up...For those of you who didn't notice, I was present for 9 out of 16 classes this week.That's 56%, according to the calculator on the computer
(yes I bothered). Which doesn't seem that bad until you realize i missed my summative civics exam and my history test, taught by the same teacher. Mr. Couturier definitely suspects I wasn't at the doctor's...he probably thinks I didn't feel like writing his tests and went cruising over to Winners or something. God I hate him. Well, hate is a strong word, "they" say. God, I severly dislike him. Please make him not want to teach at Bell anymore, leave, and be replaced by a hot, young french guy who occasionaly teaches us something. I will become an instant believer. But who am I kidding? Liza and I tried that when Mme. Remigio left (we even made a written list so a Mary-Poppins-except-male thing could happen if someone ripped it up and threw it in a fireplace) and look where that got us. Mme. Gaudet or something like that. NOT going to make a big impact on my education. Her first name's Claudette, I believe. She's obviously too French to understand how we could possibly NOT understand anything about the language and teach it to us.
When Mme. Remigio first left, I tried to write her an e-mail. But she didn't write back. I think she might've taken offense cause I finished with something about killing her unborn children, who ruined our education.
Kidding.
Sort of.
I think I've finally become a full-fledged teenager, because I've been having intense mood swings lately. I can't even decide if I'm happy or sad RIGHT NOW, and whether this entry is positive or negative. I'd rather be negative, it's so much easier. Actually, I'd rather be living in my own fantasy world, but no matter how hard I try I never quite get there.
I was actually one hundred percent busy this week though...I am very glad I have this long weekend to catch up...For those of you who didn't notice, I was present for 9 out of 16 classes this week.That's 56%, according to the calculator on the computer
(yes I bothered). Which doesn't seem that bad until you realize i missed my summative civics exam and my history test, taught by the same teacher. Mr. Couturier definitely suspects I wasn't at the doctor's...he probably thinks I didn't feel like writing his tests and went cruising over to Winners or something. God I hate him. Well, hate is a strong word, "they" say. God, I severly dislike him. Please make him not want to teach at Bell anymore, leave, and be replaced by a hot, young french guy who occasionaly teaches us something. I will become an instant believer. But who am I kidding? Liza and I tried that when Mme. Remigio left (we even made a written list so a Mary-Poppins-except-male thing could happen if someone ripped it up and threw it in a fireplace) and look where that got us. Mme. Gaudet or something like that. NOT going to make a big impact on my education. Her first name's Claudette, I believe. She's obviously too French to understand how we could possibly NOT understand anything about the language and teach it to us.
When Mme. Remigio first left, I tried to write her an e-mail. But she didn't write back. I think she might've taken offense cause I finished with something about killing her unborn children, who ruined our education.
Kidding.
Sort of.
I think I've finally become a full-fledged teenager, because I've been having intense mood swings lately. I can't even decide if I'm happy or sad RIGHT NOW, and whether this entry is positive or negative. I'd rather be negative, it's so much easier. Actually, I'd rather be living in my own fantasy world, but no matter how hard I try I never quite get there.