Friday, October 24, 2003
I really wanted to post last night after my choir concert (which went fairly well), but the service must have been down, because it wouldn't work.
Humph. And now all my words have flown away with the wings of the night.
Today in math, i got to take a 5-minute cat nap. I went to sleep right when the teacher told us we could have a break, and i woke up the second she said "alright break's over." Then again, maybe I wasn't asleep. Maybe my mind wandered into one of those waking dreams. Well it was a really weird dream then...
I don't like my math class. Today for instance, I could barely keep my eyes open. It was right before lunch, and she was telling us in her quiet voice, about translating and dialating matrices. Finally, right when i was nodding off, she let us take our break, I had my tiny nap and I was wide awake and energetically working on my homework for the rest of the period. The mysteries of high school...
Speaking of high school, my health teacher asked us the other day to write donw what we thought about high school so far, how we were doing, and other stuff like that. After listing a couple of things, i almost wrote down how sick I was of having to write stupid self evaluation papers. I caught myself though... but it's true. I don't like writing about myself for schoolwork. I am planning to write my memoirs in a couple of monthes (I am not joking, but you can laugh if you wish) but it's not for school, it's so that i can remember what i was like at 15 in later years.
But I'd much rather write about someone else.
Humph. And now all my words have flown away with the wings of the night.
Today in math, i got to take a 5-minute cat nap. I went to sleep right when the teacher told us we could have a break, and i woke up the second she said "alright break's over." Then again, maybe I wasn't asleep. Maybe my mind wandered into one of those waking dreams. Well it was a really weird dream then...
I don't like my math class. Today for instance, I could barely keep my eyes open. It was right before lunch, and she was telling us in her quiet voice, about translating and dialating matrices. Finally, right when i was nodding off, she let us take our break, I had my tiny nap and I was wide awake and energetically working on my homework for the rest of the period. The mysteries of high school...
Speaking of high school, my health teacher asked us the other day to write donw what we thought about high school so far, how we were doing, and other stuff like that. After listing a couple of things, i almost wrote down how sick I was of having to write stupid self evaluation papers. I caught myself though... but it's true. I don't like writing about myself for schoolwork. I am planning to write my memoirs in a couple of monthes (I am not joking, but you can laugh if you wish) but it's not for school, it's so that i can remember what i was like at 15 in later years.
But I'd much rather write about someone else.
