School is over, if you want it, school is over now....
I'm done with my exams, and school has officially ended. I still have a lot of architecture work to do, but other than that, there is no more work to be done.The week went by relatively painlessly, except for Mrs. Appleton being a horrible shrew. She came into the classroom while we were all taking our lit exam, and started bitching at me in a very, very condescending manner about how I hadn't handed in my Slaughterhouse Five essay, and how it was worth a whole 50 points, and how she was going to have to count it very late even if I did hand it in that moment. Sorry, that was the week I was falling apart because I was dealing with the librarian, the big sexual harrasser that he is. Fuck her. And him. Just give me a terrible grade, do I care? Some people have real-life problems to deal with, and won't be retiring to Florida in a week.
What a hideous cow. And she's probably coming to Baccalaureate tonight, as well, so I just hope she doesn't make a scene.
The party last night was fun, but tiring. Much too much dancing about, and so I was alone at a table for most of the night, as I'm not much of a dancer. Other than that, all was well, except for Jason's brief lapse into bastardom when he decided it would be wise to discuss how sorry he felt for girls who had to go to school with bulimic girls, as though I wasn't standing right next to him. Way to make me feel small and disgusting, eh? Ah well.
I'm going to miss Tristan a lot. I do hope I get to see him in France. A month without any chance of seeing him is awful, though we've gone far longer than that.
~~Anne
What a hideous cow. And she's probably coming to Baccalaureate tonight, as well, so I just hope she doesn't make a scene.
The party last night was fun, but tiring. Much too much dancing about, and so I was alone at a table for most of the night, as I'm not much of a dancer. Other than that, all was well, except for Jason's brief lapse into bastardom when he decided it would be wise to discuss how sorry he felt for girls who had to go to school with bulimic girls, as though I wasn't standing right next to him. Way to make me feel small and disgusting, eh? Ah well.
I'm going to miss Tristan a lot. I do hope I get to see him in France. A month without any chance of seeing him is awful, though we've gone far longer than that.
~~Anne