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I just adore purple, don't you?
I'm feeling overcrowded. People usually don't come in this room, and if they do, they stay on the other half. But now my sister's sitting across the table from me having a shouting match with my Mother over the phone. And there are strange furniture-moving people upstairs. Creepy. Claire and Emma are getting something put on their beds, some sort of rails underneath, so they've carted all the matresses and such into my room. -siiigh-
English and chem midterms today, not too bad at all. Sadly, the ECR on the English one had to be about someone you KNOW and admire, so I couldn't write about Queen Elizabeth or one of my many favourite authors. The person also had to be an adult- wtf? They suggested your parents, but I don't really want to write about them. We had to do that all through elementary school, and I'm quite sick of it. General wrote about Mr. Skeels, XD. Oh, and he "accidentally" stowed a copy of the tech midterm away in his binder, so I took a look at it, and tried to answer some of the questions. It was pretty easy, even though I haven't even taken the class yet.
General just pointed out that the strange bed-moving North Carolinians are totally my motorcycle gang, which makes me feel better about having them here.
World History was so random today, we had the Hungarian guy substitute, and he told us all about his beer-drinking adventures in high school. And then we read some really bad DBQs, and gave them grades. Like, 2. Yeaa. AP people can be so bright sometimes. I only hope that mine didn't sound that bad, but honestly, I can't remember exactly what I wrote. I do know that I met all the requirements, though. Go me.
Someone set a poster on fire today. It was pretty worthless, we didn't even evacuate because they did it at like, 2:14. It smelled awful though, and now my clothes do too.
Hopefully we'll get our chem tests back tomorrow, I hate not knowing how I did. I know I won't get my DBQ back though, she's not grading it until she gets her contacts fixed. Oops, small handwriting.
I'm feeling overcrowded. People usually don't come in this room, and if they do, they stay on the other half. But now my sister's sitting across the table from me having a shouting match with my Mother over the phone. And there are strange furniture-moving people upstairs. Creepy. Claire and Emma are getting something put on their beds, some sort of rails underneath, so they've carted all the matresses and such into my room. -siiigh-
English and chem midterms today, not too bad at all. Sadly, the ECR on the English one had to be about someone you KNOW and admire, so I couldn't write about Queen Elizabeth or one of my many favourite authors. The person also had to be an adult- wtf? They suggested your parents, but I don't really want to write about them. We had to do that all through elementary school, and I'm quite sick of it. General wrote about Mr. Skeels, XD. Oh, and he "accidentally" stowed a copy of the tech midterm away in his binder, so I took a look at it, and tried to answer some of the questions. It was pretty easy, even though I haven't even taken the class yet.
General just pointed out that the strange bed-moving North Carolinians are totally my motorcycle gang, which makes me feel better about having them here.
World History was so random today, we had the Hungarian guy substitute, and he told us all about his beer-drinking adventures in high school. And then we read some really bad DBQs, and gave them grades. Like, 2. Yeaa. AP people can be so bright sometimes. I only hope that mine didn't sound that bad, but honestly, I can't remember exactly what I wrote. I do know that I met all the requirements, though. Go me.
Someone set a poster on fire today. It was pretty worthless, we didn't even evacuate because they did it at like, 2:14. It smelled awful though, and now my clothes do too.
Hopefully we'll get our chem tests back tomorrow, I hate not knowing how I did. I know I won't get my DBQ back though, she's not grading it until she gets her contacts fixed. Oops, small handwriting.