One Night Stand
...with my sister's computer, that is.
It may end up being a few night stand, seeing as the internet in my room and my room alone decided to graciously stop working.
Paramus High School is large but I am getting around fairly easily, although the person who numbered the doors is ridiculous, and I have no idea what their logic behind the system was. You just have to memorize where each classroom is, because they are spread out in such random orders that I had to spend a large amount of time between classes pacing up and down the hallway trying to locate room 909.
Most of the teachers are nice enough, although the way my english teacher speaks as quickly as she can in order to try to stuff as much knowledge down our throats as humanly possible in an hour, and the way she slouches makes me twitch slightly. But I'll live through it. She is making us write an autobiography. Today's assignment was "Write the first few paragraphs of page 97 of your Autobiography"
ha ha
lovely
Have to catch up with what I missed so far, autobiography-wise. And she's forcing me to do the summer project. For shame, teacher! It is too late! Not only that, but she isn't giving me any information on it, is telling me to scavenge around for the fucking thing, and the best part is: it is no longer online.
No aquaintences of great importance just yet.
Eventually, I'm sure.
IMPROV CLUB.
Yessssssssssss.
I fall asleep in history and math, so don't feel too bad about it Vanessa. (This, of course, makes it all better, you see.)
And last but not least, guess who is now a member of the working community?
That's right, I am.
PANERA BREAD. Mmmmm.
Birthday Party 14th. Can't invite too many people, but I can't wait.
And there will be a /tea party/ for a few of you before hand. Solely because I don't have the patience to make enough scones for everyone.
mmm, Scones.
It may end up being a few night stand, seeing as the internet in my room and my room alone decided to graciously stop working.
Paramus High School is large but I am getting around fairly easily, although the person who numbered the doors is ridiculous, and I have no idea what their logic behind the system was. You just have to memorize where each classroom is, because they are spread out in such random orders that I had to spend a large amount of time between classes pacing up and down the hallway trying to locate room 909.
Most of the teachers are nice enough, although the way my english teacher speaks as quickly as she can in order to try to stuff as much knowledge down our throats as humanly possible in an hour, and the way she slouches makes me twitch slightly. But I'll live through it. She is making us write an autobiography. Today's assignment was "Write the first few paragraphs of page 97 of your Autobiography"
ha ha
lovely
Have to catch up with what I missed so far, autobiography-wise. And she's forcing me to do the summer project. For shame, teacher! It is too late! Not only that, but she isn't giving me any information on it, is telling me to scavenge around for the fucking thing, and the best part is: it is no longer online.
No aquaintences of great importance just yet.
Eventually, I'm sure.
IMPROV CLUB.
Yessssssssssss.
I fall asleep in history and math, so don't feel too bad about it Vanessa. (This, of course, makes it all better, you see.)
And last but not least, guess who is now a member of the working community?
That's right, I am.
PANERA BREAD. Mmmmm.
Birthday Party 14th. Can't invite too many people, but I can't wait.
And there will be a /tea party/ for a few of you before hand. Solely because I don't have the patience to make enough scones for everyone.
mmm, Scones.