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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

 

How to lower your self esteem.


Hello again.
This morning I was told that today would be the most BORING DAY EVER. And it was. It was all because every year, our skool has an awards day. And this year, yup, it was today. I swear the teachers want to lower our self esteems, because when they present the awards they really rub our (that is, the people who don't get the awards) noses in it.
But this year I came prepared. I brought a book (Dracula) and a pen with me. So I drew on the little program they gave us. In fact, I was going to show you what I did to it, but my scanner's not working. Boo hoo. After I got bored of defacing it, I opened up Dracula. This was risky, as I was sitting next to a teacher. When there was only 30 minutes left of this torture (It was 2 hours long), just as I was engaged in a world full of blood-sucking vampires and wolves, the teacher finally noticed I was reading and told me to put the book away. Put it away?? WHERE?? My pocket was full, and my locker at the other end of the skool. Never mind.
But what REALLY made me get p*ssed off (sorry), was when the german award was given out. Everyone knows I am the best at german in my year, but the award was given to someone else. I knew that person, and to be honest, she's not that good at german, so how she got it is a mystery to me. I love german, I really do, but I might as well give her my mini german dictionary which goes with me everywhere.
Well, that just about wraps up my b*llocking (sorry again) about my day. Maybe I shouldn't be this disappointed. I'll just say they picked the names out of a hat. Knowing my skool, they probably did.

And on a lighter note, Happy Birthday Google!!!!!

Comments:
In year eight you were sitting in front of me and I contemplated throwing an empty raisans box at the back of your head.
 
What was that about??
 
I was bored. Junior awards. Me sit behind you, finsih raisins. Empty raisin box. Flatten it. Throw it at your head. Or not. I just died quietly.
 
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