Baaaaaaaaaadddddd day. Well, at least not a good one.
Euro was nice. We played Budget Hero on the comps and got to listen to people bicker and whine as they broke the budget and sent America in a swirling spiral of debt. biggrin
Algebra = okay. I do like that class, if I've done the HW and therefor understand what she's talking about.
Spanish = thumbs down. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Lunch.
Web Team = also same as usual. Which is AWESOME.
P.E. = GREAT. whee I scored three times, and two times was when the sun was burning a black hole into my eyes as I stared into the sky and hoped that the ball would hit me somewhere so I'd know where it was and hopefully be able to catch it. On one of those occasions, the ball kind of hit my arm, and I saw MATT HARRIS right behind me, ready to catch it if I fumbled.
So I didn't. evil
Whoooooooo. heart
And then English = EVIL.
Valerie already knows, but for those who don't, I am SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF. evil So I forgot to do both S nor S and my object paper rough draft. I know. It's my fault. I should have known to remember. But then Mrs. Galle says in front of the whole class, "Meghan, you're on thin ice so you'd better move away from Valerie because you have a tendency to talk to her. This is advanced English. We can always move you down to academic after the quarter ends."
If it had just been a regular scolding, I wouldn't have minded.
But we can always move you down to academic after the quarter ends?
My mind was just boiling for the entire hour as I took turns trying to hack my way through S nor S and staring off angrily into space.
Rarely had I been so insulted as I had that class.
Because writing is one of the few things I enjoy. And even though I despised the work Sargent gave me last year, I did the majority of it so I could get into Advanced and not have to listen to people stuttering over Shakespear for another year. For her to even SUGGEST to move me is so....
In. Out. In. Out.
Despicable.
Horrendously despicable.
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and also,
seriously don't let that disgusting horrible sexist c**t get to you,
she isn't worth s**t. Her words mean NOTHING. She is NOTHING.
You're perfect to me love.
Heres how I see it, the Devil gave birth to Ms. Galle, then the whore had sex with some demon down in hell, and gave birth to Mr. Otto!