Listening to: Green Day- Holiday
Feeling: bittersweet
Summer '05 :-(
Really, so much is on my mind. Every second of my life, I am busy worrying if I forgot something. All the teachers are saying that the end of the quarter project happens every quarter but it didn't happen for any of them except this, and all the teachers are expecting 100%. I got a D on my S.S. Test and it was Open Book. I thought I would get a hundred, but no. Mia did though. She was the only one to on the entire team. I know this because she told everyone on the team about 50 times. I can't believe I got a 74. I thought I was doing so good. I thought I would get like 5 wrong, I got like 18! OMG.
Sick On Monday/I hate Gym Class
Anyways, I wasn't at school yesterday, cause I was sickish. Like sore throat and queasiness. I hope my group in gym didn't think I bailed on them on the day of our performance. Sure, I wished I wouldn't have to do it, but I was still sick. I'm just wishing that tomorrow in P.E. we dont have to do it. I hope they did it on Monday without me. Not to be mean, but we aren't ready. As a matter of fact, we don't even have a song for our dance. Mrs. Friedman I think is really hard on all of us. We had ten minutes left from an hour long class and she was all like "If I give you the last ten minutes of class to work on your performance, everyone is performing, even if one person is gone on Monday." I really am not a good dancer. I am, but not arithmic dance. Especially when she doesn't teach us any arithmic dance. She only taught us the ChaCha and Macerana* etc. I dont think that's arithmic dance.
Kid From Cambodia
On Monday we got a new foreign exchange student who can't speak English. He can only speak Cambodian. I feel bad for him, because some people don't know and are all like "What are you deaf." And he's all like "What are you talking about?" Only, he's not saying it cause he can't speak English, DUUUH! Well, today, I saw him for the first time learning English in Reading class. Mrs. Mittiga is pretty good at working with him. I know he can say Book and Pencil, but that's all that I'm aware of and I know he needed help spelling chair and he pronounced Street, Stret. I wish that's all WE had to do in OUR English class. Like write the alphabet over and over again. I'd get A+'s! YEA!
Mr. Boucher is so Evil.
When mid-way through the year, everyone had to change their schedule adn then suddenly Mia was like one seat from me and the seat next to her was the seat I was in before so I was all like, "Mr. Boucher, can I sit in my old seat." And he's like, "No, Mia's next to that seat." And I'm like, "PLEEEEAAAASE!!" And he's like, "How about next quarter I put you in that seat." And I'm like, "Fine..." amnd then Mia's like, "But then you'll move me like to the other side of the room." And he started laughing (as if to say, "You're on to me.") And I was all upset. So now he moved me to the seat I used to used to a long long time ago sit it, but Mia, yea, she's on the other side of the room. To make matters worse, the kid behind me takes his shoes off in the middle of class and it smells HORRIBLE! I was like gonna barf. I was giving Mr. Boucher Evil looks all block and I swear I saw him smile as if to say "Roger" (Thats his first name) "You are one SLY dawg." He is so mean. There is a seat diagonal from Mia (and its next to Mason :-D) But no way will he move me there. I should have never mentioned Mia being my Best School Friend. Now he's out to get us. I think I'm getting a C in Social Studies because of the whole D on the test thing and we've been going over the Constitution which is sooo boring and I daydreamed every class so I learned nothing. Mia says I'm smarter than her. NO WAY! I was smarter at the beginning of the year compared to my smarts now. My Brain Cells are dying.
Chain Letters
Crap Someone just sent me a chain letter. gosh, the treat is always someone falling in love with you and I would never know if it works because 13 of my friends aren;t even on right now. Er...Chain Letters.
I Day Dream A Lot.....
-Vanessa
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