Vainly had I sought to borrow/from my books surcease of sorrow. . .
I've almost finished. The DP projects were cut down to 6-10, so I'll recieve a full grade, but I cannot find a picture of myself, and could not get my mother to bring me one though I told her to last Tuesday, so I can't do my scanning project. Neither can I find any pictures for the slideshow; my mother didn't remember to write a letter and my sister doesn't have time, so my senior collage will be unfinished past the deadline--a fact which will doubtlessly inspire the yearbook staff to execute me. I ended up doing a CA-I powerpoint on Iceland, which turned out much better than the Word Art one of Valinor, and recieved full credit for that instead. I'm rather proud of my AP English thesis paper: the limit was three pages and 700 words, mine is five pages and 1,151 words. Unless I got the entire style and function of it wrong (more than likely), I should get a good grade.
I should like it to be read, if anyone is sufficently curious. And to argue with any persons who find fault. . .
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Next week is Spirit Week; as a (rather irrelevant) member of Beta Club I am obliged to participate. Don't know what to do about roll-out-of-bed day, as I usually sleep in my grunge clothes. Hmph. I'd much rather be getting ready for the fall campout with Scouts, but they meet long after I'm back in Harrison. I'd be more than happy to sleep--"sleep" being a relative term, I still can't--on the ground; it's definetly softer than my current mattress, the slats of which are creating lines on my back.