one more day till hell
I slept in today, and missed precal.
Eliza gave me a ride to school --it's so weird to sit passenger side in my car.
I was the only one in study hall. hot dog. I saw a new side of Ms. Landers though...I feel really bad, her brother is in Iraq, and she was on the phone w. the office asking about getting the Portland Press Herald at school because there was supposed to be a feature article and her brother was interviewed last time, and would most likely be interviewed again. I heard later from Ashley that the area in which Lander's brother would is was bombed, and Landers was crying because she was worried about her brother. I just felt really bad. Yes, I hate Landers, but I would never wish that on anyone.
I skipped most of lunch to finish my Spanish convo. w. Shel. I just have to present to Donhouser sometime tomorrow. WOO.
Art was fun. I didn't get much done, but quality conversation. We did that show off your work thing to people that come in. Not so bad.
Spanish was awesome becuase we did nothing productive after the quz which I will make up tomorrow because I did so badly on it. We played spoons, Pescada (go fish), and did some mad libs thing about Scrooge. WOO-HOO do I love it when we do nothing in class. Nate cut me with a plastic fork by accident, but it still hurt. We play spoons agressively.
Detetion was BLAST. SO many kids --it was in the cafe w. Simpson. I have it again tomorrow. Laura gave me a ride home. <3
I saw a note on the counter when I got home, a list of things I needed to do because my father is obviously still mad at me. So I got all of that done, and sat down to get some homework done. I just finished my USH first page to my booklet thing that is due tomorrow, but I still have like 3 news logs to do. Heck yeah! So much crap to turn in. UGH.
So, I know Ms. Shofner e-mailed my mother, and I hadn't heard anything from my mom, so I checked her e-mail, and I read the message that was sent to her, and I also read the message she sent back to Ms. Shofner. It made me cry. I just feel so bad, she is concerned, but just doesn't have the time to show it. And she doesn't know that my dad is a problem. Nor does she know WHY I quit basketball. But what can you do? --My mom called before I read the e-mail, but she hadn't said anything about it. I was attitudity because I really don't want to talk to anyone right now. Blah.
Eliza gave me a ride to school --it's so weird to sit passenger side in my car.
I was the only one in study hall. hot dog. I saw a new side of Ms. Landers though...I feel really bad, her brother is in Iraq, and she was on the phone w. the office asking about getting the Portland Press Herald at school because there was supposed to be a feature article and her brother was interviewed last time, and would most likely be interviewed again. I heard later from Ashley that the area in which Lander's brother would is was bombed, and Landers was crying because she was worried about her brother. I just felt really bad. Yes, I hate Landers, but I would never wish that on anyone.
I skipped most of lunch to finish my Spanish convo. w. Shel. I just have to present to Donhouser sometime tomorrow. WOO.
Art was fun. I didn't get much done, but quality conversation. We did that show off your work thing to people that come in. Not so bad.
Spanish was awesome becuase we did nothing productive after the quz which I will make up tomorrow because I did so badly on it. We played spoons, Pescada (go fish), and did some mad libs thing about Scrooge. WOO-HOO do I love it when we do nothing in class. Nate cut me with a plastic fork by accident, but it still hurt. We play spoons agressively.
Detetion was BLAST. SO many kids --it was in the cafe w. Simpson. I have it again tomorrow. Laura gave me a ride home. <3
I saw a note on the counter when I got home, a list of things I needed to do because my father is obviously still mad at me. So I got all of that done, and sat down to get some homework done. I just finished my USH first page to my booklet thing that is due tomorrow, but I still have like 3 news logs to do. Heck yeah! So much crap to turn in. UGH.
So, I know Ms. Shofner e-mailed my mother, and I hadn't heard anything from my mom, so I checked her e-mail, and I read the message that was sent to her, and I also read the message she sent back to Ms. Shofner. It made me cry. I just feel so bad, she is concerned, but just doesn't have the time to show it. And she doesn't know that my dad is a problem. Nor does she know WHY I quit basketball. But what can you do? --My mom called before I read the e-mail, but she hadn't said anything about it. I was attitudity because I really don't want to talk to anyone right now. Blah.