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This week has been busy. Let's see if I can sum it up. I thought i was excited to go back, but the first day wasn't too hot. Mr. Quinn is so awesomely wonderful. I like the people in the class too. He's funny; he says he likes cornbread. Andrew something-or-other asked if he could bring in some cornbread for extra credit. Mr. Quinn said, "No, because it's not MY cornbread. I'm sorry. You don't have my grandmother." He said he may bring in some cornbread for us, but then we'd just have the "extra credit of delicious satisfaction." He kills me. I went to see my attorney. He scared me. He said if he couldn't get it reduced enough for them to not take my license away, we might have to work out a deal in which i do community service. Rachael said that it was SO like Winona. I figure, hey, maybe I can just pass it off as legit community service and get credit at school. You never know. I could call it "adopting a highway" rather than "picking up trash on a highway." It snowed today! It was so pretty. Those yummy galoshes really came just in the nick of time. Andrew-guy asked Mr. Quinn if he could make a snow Shiva for extra credit. And catarina threw a snowball at me. Oh, and we didn't even go off for lunch. We sat in the cafeteria and it was odd. Clayton lent me five dollars. How generous. I know you don't care, but my hope is that i'll come back and read this someday and remember to pay him back. I wonder if it'll snow again tonight. I failed internship. But i don't feel bad for two reasons; one, it was my fault and i would feel awful if she had just been nice to me and two, i passed for the semester. So ECU won't know and kick me out. Thank the Lord. Here's something weird. Yesterday I had this conference with Ms. Justice and Mr. Burgoyne about the "concerns" of my play, and we went into Mr. Ludwick's office. His three interns, including mary laird, megan s, and jessica maleck were in there. (Actually, that was a stupid statement because those were his three inters, so it didn't include them, but who cares? I'm tired.) Anyway, they all just say there while we talked and Ludwick sat in silence, and listened. I think they were actually kind of interested because we were talking about this play about rape. Who's NOT interested by that? Post a comment in response: |
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