Round one. Strike.
Round two. Strike. Losing hope.
Round three. Strike. I quit. Aw, Stick it.
He decided to play a 'game'. Teacher in Insurance class.
Basically asking us questions from the two tests we had. The one who wins gets several hundred grand. There was no hope after losing round three. Because I knew all the other questions around me, ment I didnt know the ones he'd ask me.
He reminds me of me Mutti. This is not an insult or scary. Just the personality, trying to fit in with the younger ones while still being parenty like and strict. They have opinions and they say it (parenty like) and then they assume things about us so they stay somewhat strict. Example: "They are teenagers they are going to try and trick you. Be on your guard" It all kinda contradicts so it doesnt quite work but hey. It's all good.
We still love 'em.
This is the second mid term I didnt know was coming up. Seriously, is it that hard to keep track of 5 classes and their assignments?
OOO I really loved the "Beware of Pride" talk by Taft Benson.
I'm totally sure I can think up a lot more... but I'm just noticing this trend. The number seven is beginning to be my unlucky number.
Top Reasons I'm beginning to dislike the number Seven:
1. It was the day he broke up with me
2. It's the number of questions I always miss on my tests
3. My 7th entry in my journal is when my lips were raped
4. It was the 7th month that my life went to HELL (yet strangely the next year it was the beginning of bliss)
5. The 7th person I kissed really needs to DIE