| So what, so I've got a smile on. But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head... |
[15 Oct 2003|08:10pm] |
Nyar. I'm going down in the school/soccer cycle of up and down. Crap, because geometry test is tomorrow.
Spanish - I don't know. We probably have a quiz tomorrow. Where are my flashcards? Boo.
English - Hello, my name is deploy. *claps*.
Bio - lab.
Gym - G and T'd. Finally got on wall of fame.
Lunch - Food.
Band - Growing mold. We did this hilarious DA DE DA DADA thing. God, I can't even explain it. If only Eugene Corporon was here.
Study Hall - ran away to G and T. The people in G and T were annoying. Amanda Wahl called us down to say we were there and then she goes "Mrs. Gaunt wants to talk to you" so I'm all nervous going to the phone.
Me: Hello?
Her: Hi, you left a note on my desk yesterday saying you went to band, but when we went to find you, you weren't there!
Me: I was in the practice room
Her: Well you can't leave notes, you have to call down.
Me: Josh Siner said he would call down.
Her: He didn't call down for you
Me: Sorry
Her: Bye.
*sigh of relief*
History - notes. Quiz.
Geometry - I'm pretty ok with all the crap now.
Soccer - we won, I played crap, and so it goes.
I checked powerschool. I got an 80 on the first journal assignment. It's funny (or not) because I thought I did very good on that one, 10 times better than the 2nd. I can't wait until the 2nd is graded. *cries*
English is once again my worst subject. Like every year.
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