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Damn this portfolio to hell. My printer was still being a rebel this morning, so I told myself I'd finish typing everything and head off to the library no later than "5:30pm" so that I could fix anything up if I had to, and have more than enough time to print everything and organize everything and come home and finish all my other teacher's homeworks. But no, "everything that can go wrong, will go wrong." Mrs. Johnson's exact words a week before the second portfolio was due. And everything did go wrong.
First of, the computers don't take cd's, only floppy's. But since my home computer is new, it doesn't come with a floppy drive. Wonderful eh? So the lady gave me a laptop, before I go on, let me state that I HATE LAPTOPS THAT DON'T HAVE A WIRELESS MOUSE with that said, it took me bout an hour to figure out that the dvd drive in that damn laptop was not working, so I went and exchanged the drive. Then after that the stupid laptop wouldn't read my cd, this is when I start yanking my hair out and everyone around me starts staring, mind you by this time it's damn well near 8:45 and bear in mind the library closes at 9. So I say it fuck it, and print what the little bit of stuff I had emailed to myself, and head back home. Here I am, and I've decided that I can't neglect all my other classes, so I shall just do rhetorical precis for the last three entries, and I won't do any responses, because frankly, I'm all opinoned out. I shall save it to a cd, and print it school tomorrow. If that doesn't work, I shall call the momsterz and tell her to pick me up before fifth to see what I shall do. God, I hate this portfolio. I'm exhausted. I don't have any opinions left in me. The sad part is, I don't think this is my best work. I know when I write well, and this is a piece of crap. It's depressing me to the point where I don't want to turn anything in. Well, farewell. I have to finish the precis on my 23rd article.
First of, the computers don't take cd's, only floppy's. But since my home computer is new, it doesn't come with a floppy drive. Wonderful eh? So the lady gave me a laptop, before I go on, let me state that I HATE LAPTOPS THAT DON'T HAVE A WIRELESS MOUSE with that said, it took me bout an hour to figure out that the dvd drive in that damn laptop was not working, so I went and exchanged the drive. Then after that the stupid laptop wouldn't read my cd, this is when I start yanking my hair out and everyone around me starts staring, mind you by this time it's damn well near 8:45 and bear in mind the library closes at 9. So I say it fuck it, and print what the little bit of stuff I had emailed to myself, and head back home. Here I am, and I've decided that I can't neglect all my other classes, so I shall just do rhetorical precis for the last three entries, and I won't do any responses, because frankly, I'm all opinoned out. I shall save it to a cd, and print it school tomorrow. If that doesn't work, I shall call the momsterz and tell her to pick me up before fifth to see what I shall do. God, I hate this portfolio. I'm exhausted. I don't have any opinions left in me. The sad part is, I don't think this is my best work. I know when I write well, and this is a piece of crap. It's depressing me to the point where I don't want to turn anything in. Well, farewell. I have to finish the precis on my 23rd article.