Sep 21, 2005 16:02
So I'm liking writing class. It's going to be enjoyable.
The teacher is one of the best teachers I've had so far. Which is only like seven or something, but nonetheless, she's good. She earned my respect in two seconds by saying "I just want to SHOOT people who do that."
So anyway, the hour-long wait for our class to start while the younger children had their lesson, was TORTURE. For two reasons. Ashley. Olsen.
She bantered on and on and on about driver's ed, her cell phone, this senior that likes her... a huge load of crap. All I said was "yeah", "cool", and "mhmm...". It was so terrible. I even tried READING THE DICTIONARY to subtly hint to her that she was boring me to the point of insanity.
Monday I, along with my mother and sisters arrived at the new and improved public library at 8:45 in the morning to be there when the doors opened. I was the third patron to ever walk through the doors. I must say, I'm a bit disappointed. The appearance of the interior is just a bit too industrial. Oh well. It is much more spacious and cool.