Something posessed me last year to take an honours lit class.
It was probably my teacher last year that recomended me for it.
That c**t b***h.
Anyways.
We have an impromptu thingy tomorrow on Oedipus and Frankenstien, in which we are not allowed to use out books. So we have to write a bunch of quotes from the book on a 4x6 notecard, because if we don't have quotes, we fail. And do we know what the topic is? No. Not at all.
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So here I am on a ******** it is night writing down a bunch of quotes when I should be partying.
Lame.
I already had to come home early the last two days too and do s**t so I don't fail all my classes. (Except painting.) Which is retarded. Because I don't give a s**t about school.
But I'm getting a C in math on my report card. And I thought I was failing it and that I'd have to retake it. So I wa excited for about 5 minutes.
And sorry that this is so ******** boring. I'm really annoyed right now.
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