WOOT WOOT.

IMA GO TO BED EARLY TODAY BECAUSE I'M BASICALLY FINISHED WITH HOMEWORK! YAYYYY :DDD

yummmmmmm

Man, are you furreals?

The famous do-everything-you-want Macbook white can't open avi files? WHAT A LIE. THEY NEED A NEW SLOGAN OR SOMETHING.

LOL.

fav. mini food! :D

if only school were able to leave you looking like this. PSHAW.

i finished editing my debate stuff

ew. debate.

mah besties :DDD

i'm loving these little bottles! They're so adorable!

man. how cuuute.

Mmmkay

I've had enough. One of these days, I'm just going to go and record her and show the principal how she treats us. That's it. And if the principal can't do something about it, I'm going to move. I'm going to get a transfer so that I won't have to see her face ever again. I don't even think she's ever cried before, I bet she's just laughing at all these hate messages she's getting. She's going "PFFFT. CHILDREN. WHO NEEDS THEM? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH -enters 0 in the gradebook- OH ZEROS!!! YOU'RE ALL MINE! YOU'LL FOREVER BE THERE TO COMFORT ME!!!" You see, I'd like it if she were strict, mean, and taught us SOMETHING. But when you're a teacher and behave like her, SOMETHING GONN HAPPEN.

Aiight.

Only a semester more. you can do it anne. you can handle her misanthropic atmosphere. Furreals, y'all, I've never hated anyone in my life. I don't even like that word. That word needs to be banished from the dictionary. but this lady, she makes me want to throw it around like it's nothing. It's been a semester, and I thought I'd get used to you being so...ajsfkladnjfkndassajdfnkjdfal she makes me wanna puke. Then eat it just to be grossed out and puke again. Not that I'd rather do that than spend a puny semester with her...maybe...I mean if that were a real alternative...

Ugh.

Debate. I work so hard on it. What do I get? A BIG FAT 0. what is this madness. I worked on it, woman, and you complain that I don't even try? Dude, I'ma freaking upload this huge file up to mediafire so that ALL debators around the world can use it to get a hundred with their debate coach, whereas you yell at me for not even trying. It was like twenty pages, and you don't accept it? What? Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent on that? I mean sure, I burnt a lotta calories but you know what? To me, education is worth so much more than health. Especially since you boosted that rule since the beginning of the year "Eat OR Sleep! Forget what the doctor says! I mean, if you went to a different school, the teachers would teach you and you would actually be winning a few tournaments, but since you're here at Williams, you can just live by my rulebook and fail my class because I don't care about your efforts, only what I can do to make you miserable!" That's why I can't handle debate. I blame the teacher, cause I mean, I can get the work, EVEN WHEN SHE'S NOT TEACHING US A SINGLE THING. I made a few passing scores! But when it comes to work, it don't matter if you're efficient or if you're hardworking, or even if you're doing it right. As long as you're doing it right and feeling miserable. I had a really good feeling about my authorship speech and my pros and cons. I was holding my head up high because I was one of the few that got it in on time and got it in good. I made sure she had it. And when I got mine back with a tolerable "90" on it, I was happy and knew she wasn't talking about me when she said all that stuff about people not turning anything in to her. UHM, LADY. WHY IS THERE A 0 IN MY GRADEBOOK. THERE'S GONNA BE SOME CHANGE IN THIS, MA'AM. THERE'S GONNA BE CHANGE.