Tommorow I shall go to the third most boring class I have the pleasure of attending, science, and I will for the first time this year,I will do something in that 80 minute block. I will rush through a test worth 40% of my mark, blindly guessing at the multiple choice so I can finish that stupid thing and work on my t-shirt designs. After the cruel torture that is science, I shall go to social studies, take a short easy quiz. Then, I will work on my propaganda pamphlet supporting King Charles 1. "Oliver Cromwell is not with the crown, therefore he's an incompotant clown." After laboring over a pamphlet that may or may not affect my marks at all, I will go to lunch, eating a skillfully crafted cheese-whiz sandwich that will make me feel a bit sick but its better than nothing. Soon after I recover from the vile sandwich, I will find myself in media arts, helping to edit a video that probably won't take too long. I will spend the remainder of the class listening to a cleverly concealed iPod, wishing I had something to do. Before I know it, I will find myself in Strings, playing the work of Mozart on my violin. I will be subject to the lecture of the teacher telling me there shall be a concert in 1 day and I am nowhere near ready. That will be tommorow. Luckily it will not even compare to the horrors of Thurday and for that I am thankful.
Tommorow I shall go to the third most boring class I have the pleasure of attending, science, and I will for the first time this year,I will do something in that 80 minute block. I will rush through a test worth 40% of my mark, blindly guessing at the multiple choice so I can finish that stupid thing and work on my t-shirt designs. After the cruel torture that is science, I shall go to social studies, take a short easy quiz. Then, I will work on my propaganda pamphlet supporting King Charles 1. "Oliver Cromwell is not with the crown, therefore he's an incompotant clown." After laboring over a pamphlet that may or may not affect my marks at all, I will go to lunch, eating a skillfully crafted cheese-whiz sandwich that will make me feel a bit sick but its better than nothing. Soon after I recover from the vile sandwich, I will find myself in media arts, helping to edit a video that probably won't take too long. I will spend the remainder of the class listening to a cleverly concealed iPod, wishing I had something to do. Before I know it, I will find myself in Strings, playing the work of Mozart on my violin. I will be subject to the lecture of the teacher telling me there shall be a concert in 1 day and I am nowhere near ready. That will be tommorow. Luckily it will not even compare to the horrors of Thurday and for that I am thankful.










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THATS AWNSOME!!!!!!!
but u need a small child to go with the clown
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