So Long Snobby Tendencies of Emma Woodhouse
Finally term papers have come to their much needed end. The interview should be no biggie since I've pretty much beaten myself over the head with everything Emma. My paper ended up being around eleven pages of babble about character evolution and how each character has effected her personality. It's twelve pages with the Works Cited. The entirely paper alongside my prospectus, outline, and thesis statement was all bundled up and e-mailed to Mrs. Valorose. The deadline was 2:30 pm, so I sent it out at 2:29 pm. x3 Mrs. Valorose ended up calling my house asking what my plan was for turning my paper in since I haven't been in school all week so now her inbox is cluttered with my babbles about British literature from Jane Austen.
Lucky her.
I'm sure she was afraid I was one of the many kids bunking school so their term paper wouldn't have to be due.
Everything had to be re-written since I re-worded my thesis about a hundred times and ended up not sticking to my outline. Now that it's done... senior year can be a breeze like it's supposed to be. Only three months left. :]
Now I only have to finish paying for the Virgina Trip which was made difficult by not being in for the entire week. Also can't pay this upcoming week since we're not in school. Frick, my payment's going to be late. Oh well, it's an eighty-dollar payment and I'm sure he won't mind.
Mr. Mellor also seemed pretty pissed for me missing all of his classes this week. Seriously it's not like I went up to someone with the flu and asked them to lick me so I could miss his class. I do all of my work in his class anyways so he shouldn't be sweating so much.
Sunday I leave for Florida with Stephanie and her family. Oy vey, I'm a little unnerved about that, but it's good for me. This time away from home, and the unwanted plane ride, is just what I'll need to help me get over my problems with staying away from home. It's like a small warm-up for college.
:D!
Popsicles are the only good thing about being sick. Especially the strawberry ones. :3
Lucky her.
I'm sure she was afraid I was one of the many kids bunking school so their term paper wouldn't have to be due.
Everything had to be re-written since I re-worded my thesis about a hundred times and ended up not sticking to my outline. Now that it's done... senior year can be a breeze like it's supposed to be. Only three months left. :]
Now I only have to finish paying for the Virgina Trip which was made difficult by not being in for the entire week. Also can't pay this upcoming week since we're not in school. Frick, my payment's going to be late. Oh well, it's an eighty-dollar payment and I'm sure he won't mind.
Mr. Mellor also seemed pretty pissed for me missing all of his classes this week. Seriously it's not like I went up to someone with the flu and asked them to lick me so I could miss his class. I do all of my work in his class anyways so he shouldn't be sweating so much.
Sunday I leave for Florida with Stephanie and her family. Oy vey, I'm a little unnerved about that, but it's good for me. This time away from home, and the unwanted plane ride, is just what I'll need to help me get over my problems with staying away from home. It's like a small warm-up for college.
:D!
Popsicles are the only good thing about being sick. Especially the strawberry ones. :3