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Meh.
My mom just left. She got annoyed and walked out of the house. Actually, that was about 45 minutes ago. >.>;; *sighs* My sister broke her calculator and asked to use one of mine. I got out my old graphing calculator, and she got all mad because she doesn't know how to use it. I said I'd explain it to her, and she stomped upstairs. I guess my mom had a bad day at work she snapped quickly. She never went to sleep last night, so I'm sure that had something to do with it...
School is "eh." I want to drop Creative Writing. As Lori would say, 'I don't dig this workshop crap, man.' We have to share EVERYTHING we write with the class. Forget writing about anything personal... we have to break off into groups so people can tear apart our writing in front of us while we're not able to defend or explain our work. It also pisses me off that my teacher doesn't like fantasy. That's what I write, so screw her. I'll even move to a Study Hall instead if I absolutely need to.
Oh, and I hate Mr. McBride. He makes me miss Miss Bill, that bastard. I hate his little ten question quizzes. Half of the questions are putting historical events into chronological order. If you mess one up, they're all wrong... and dates. I HATE memorizing dates. I've never had such an anal teacher before. He's so boring besides. He drones on with his dull voice barely audible over the class behind us. He should die.
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