all you can say, all you can feel was wrapped up inside that one perfect kiss
I have always assumed that nostalgia is supposed to be a deppressing feeling. It always is for me.
I feel really uncomfortable in intro to ceremics first block because I'll be leaving it tomorrow, I really shouldn't bother starting anything or pretending like I'm staying there at all.
Zimm's class 2nd block is really big, but Jojo is in it! and it will just be us in the darkroom all the time, so it's all good.
French 3rd block is good because KTron is there and the teacher is nice, but we're kind of all a bunch of losers, going "bonjour?"
I actually really love Mrs. Farrell. I knew that I would love her or hate her, but I tend to become best friends with difficult women because I am a bitch myself. I just hope we never have a dissagreement and she likes me or it will be ugly. I am completely failing at our first assignment though. We are supposed to write about an event from middle school that affected us or something and write an essay. And I started thinking and I could only think of one thing and I couldn't even read the book assigned to us, I had to go downstairs and start writing it. But it is way too personal, grammatically incorrect, and about a page too long.
I feel really uncomfortable in intro to ceremics first block because I'll be leaving it tomorrow, I really shouldn't bother starting anything or pretending like I'm staying there at all.
Zimm's class 2nd block is really big, but Jojo is in it! and it will just be us in the darkroom all the time, so it's all good.
French 3rd block is good because KTron is there and the teacher is nice, but we're kind of all a bunch of losers, going "bonjour?"
I actually really love Mrs. Farrell. I knew that I would love her or hate her, but I tend to become best friends with difficult women because I am a bitch myself. I just hope we never have a dissagreement and she likes me or it will be ugly. I am completely failing at our first assignment though. We are supposed to write about an event from middle school that affected us or something and write an essay. And I started thinking and I could only think of one thing and I couldn't even read the book assigned to us, I had to go downstairs and start writing it. But it is way too personal, grammatically incorrect, and about a page too long.