it only makes it worse to live without it
i have been neglecting my livejournal. they jury's still out on whether or not this is a good thing. i think it might be, possibly.
math class hates me lots, and has an uncanny way of spitting in my face whilst shouting, "pardon? what was that, kristin? you say that you understood what we did in class yesterday? well. that's all very nice. but because of this, i have decided to confuse you beyond words today. that's what you get for getting cocky, my dear!"
on thursday i didn't wake up on time. i awoke to my cell phone playing "drop it like it's hot" (it's my ring for ironic purposes only, i assure you). i then realised it was 9:09, and that i was supposed to be in french class four minutes from then. i threw in the proverbial towel on trying to get to french class, and i figured i could still get ready normally if i skipped it.
the hitch in this plan was that i underestimated exactly how much time it would take to walk from my house to my school. turns out, it's not fifteen minutes. so i ended up sprinting from Colby to Auburn. i'm told by my fellow math classmates that i made the funniest entrance ever. they were sitting in class, when all of a sudden they hear large clunking noises from the hallway. this was me, running down the hallway. to sum up- "Clunk clunk clunk", then i appear in the doorway of the classroom- extremely extremely out of breath- gasp, "Sorry *breath* i'm late." i then stumble to my desk in a heap.
"Breathe." my math teacher encouraged, before getting back to explaining logarithems.
i lost the spelling bee in the quarter-finals because i couldn't spell "ansuffleance". i'm still not even sure that's the right spelling- all i know it doesn't start with an "e".
i, do, however, get to write the article in school paper covering the finals. i'm planning to write it from the perspective of a bitter spelling bee loser. i'm still playing around with the title. right now i'm thinking: "I knew that word: A spelling bee saga".
by the end of the week i'm going to tell my parents the revised next year plan. which is to take PPTP next year, and make enough money to pay for my first year at Sheridan college taking the musical theatre program(hopefully) the year after. i'm really liking this plan right now. so much so that the idea of next year isn't making me feel sick to my stomach. this is a good thing. plus, i'm told i have support in my corner for Round 3, so fingers crossed, kiddies.
to conclude, a strange observation:
if you ever take a close look at a five dollar bill, you notice tiny little hairs on it. which is really just kind of gross, isn't it?
math class hates me lots, and has an uncanny way of spitting in my face whilst shouting, "pardon? what was that, kristin? you say that you understood what we did in class yesterday? well. that's all very nice. but because of this, i have decided to confuse you beyond words today. that's what you get for getting cocky, my dear!"
on thursday i didn't wake up on time. i awoke to my cell phone playing "drop it like it's hot" (it's my ring for ironic purposes only, i assure you). i then realised it was 9:09, and that i was supposed to be in french class four minutes from then. i threw in the proverbial towel on trying to get to french class, and i figured i could still get ready normally if i skipped it.
the hitch in this plan was that i underestimated exactly how much time it would take to walk from my house to my school. turns out, it's not fifteen minutes. so i ended up sprinting from Colby to Auburn. i'm told by my fellow math classmates that i made the funniest entrance ever. they were sitting in class, when all of a sudden they hear large clunking noises from the hallway. this was me, running down the hallway. to sum up- "Clunk clunk clunk", then i appear in the doorway of the classroom- extremely extremely out of breath- gasp, "Sorry *breath* i'm late." i then stumble to my desk in a heap.
"Breathe." my math teacher encouraged, before getting back to explaining logarithems.
i lost the spelling bee in the quarter-finals because i couldn't spell "ansuffleance". i'm still not even sure that's the right spelling- all i know it doesn't start with an "e".
i, do, however, get to write the article in school paper covering the finals. i'm planning to write it from the perspective of a bitter spelling bee loser. i'm still playing around with the title. right now i'm thinking: "I knew that word: A spelling bee saga".
by the end of the week i'm going to tell my parents the revised next year plan. which is to take PPTP next year, and make enough money to pay for my first year at Sheridan college taking the musical theatre program(hopefully) the year after. i'm really liking this plan right now. so much so that the idea of next year isn't making me feel sick to my stomach. this is a good thing. plus, i'm told i have support in my corner for Round 3, so fingers crossed, kiddies.
to conclude, a strange observation:
if you ever take a close look at a five dollar bill, you notice tiny little hairs on it. which is really just kind of gross, isn't it?