Ten pages of notes due Friday for history, and four problems in my Physics book. More like ten, actually. There's always mini-sub-questions. It kinda pisses me off. plus, he wants us all to WRITE THE DAMN PROBLEM OUT. that alone takes up almost half the paper.
And it doesn't help that I fell asleep in class for almost an hour while he was explaining the homework.
On top of that, I have the Newspaper project due the day before break, and I still need to got take pictures of people and arrange for them to come record themselves and turn it into a movie.
Crap. I'm screwed.
And then I went and made it worse: I went and checked out 2! Stephan King Books: From A Buick 8 and Misery.
And NOW we're picking Secret Santa's for NP class. LAST year, I got this girl $60 COWBOY HAT (CAUSE SHE ASKED FOR IT!!!!) and she went to QuikTrip, and spent 2 bucks on one of those super-big pens. yeah, not a good memory.
Then there was the time that we went to a christmas party, and on basis of my name, I got a FOOTBALL.
NEWSFLASH, PEOPLE! I AM A GIRL!!!!!!!!!! I do NOT want a football!!!!!
. . . sorry, angst-y moment there . . .
face your fears, people. Don't be like Scott.
~Jink
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