just your average... er... correction: just your normal... correction: me. |
Still slightly burnt up about my English final. A teacher should not tell her students one thing and then do the exact opposite--especially on a final exam; it's downright cruel. And she gets this horrible, evil smirk on her face when she does an "Oops, I lied." And I had been thinking slightly more highly of her recently. What's done is done. I'd fight, but I try to chose fights that I have a shot at winning. On a much better note, my interview went very, very well. I have employment. Going to be a shelver at the library for the summer and through the school year. Re-edited ten pages and then some today. I hadn't realized how many contractions I'd missed on my first run through. Okay, I'll humor Hardra. Visit this site: http://www.geocities.com/dracodoesstuff (It's completely non-pornographic, despite the name.) So much déjà vu recently. Can't tell if it really is déjà vu or if it's just similar experiences. "If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we're all okay And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these" - "Hands," Jewel |