Dear Die-ary...

Innocent picture. Imagination can destroy it.

This morning was totally useless. We had to do some citizenship crap, about... law. The first hour was USELESS. No point at all. It was just going through the human right acts... The second part was a little more exciting. We pretended we were in a court-like thing, and we had to 'decide' whether or not to ban hoodies, with a prosecution and a defence. I was on defence. Why? I don't know. I had a few points of my own, however the loudmouth Turku kept blabbing and losing the chances of winning. A long 2 hours.

Ahem, well... Today was the dreaded Parent Teacher Night. Strange... there's an Invader Zim episode called that, dead funny it is too... ANYWAY, I only had 4 teachers to see. There would've been more, but oh well. They were my Biology teacher (she actually forced me into signing up), the Engrish teacher, the Maffth teacher, and the Art teacher. As usual, I wore my black stuff... again. Again. Again.

So, first off, the biology b1tch. Mrs Johnson it was. She kind of broke the spirit of things. She said how I never paid attention, doodled, and blah blah blah. Welcome, to you too. She killed the mood, and I expected a negative approach from the mother beside me. But, we quickly went, as I could no longer take it, and I think she was rather p1ssed because I was playing with a bottle of juice, no matter how bad that may sound.

Next, his engrish exellence. He was late in the schedule. So very late. We were 10 minutes late when we finally got to him. But when we finally got to see him... Compliments it was. I hated it. He was saying that my story that I've only given him the first draft of, was predicted an A* already. He said it was 'imaginative', but a little 'strange'. So meh. Also, he TOTALLY contradicted Mrs Johnson. He actually praised my 'doodles', because I never listen in the lessons (or so it seems) and just doodle, but my story just proved my 'wandering mind' wrong, because when I handed him my story (the first time, yes), I had all the key points for the story, correct grammar, etc. And he admitted that he doodles in staff meeting. HA. So there is a reason for doodling. I will use him as a back-up. So, that was good.

Then, time to run to see the maffths majesty. To cut it short, in the algebra test I was in the top 5 (good results, that is) and in the top 10 or 15 or something for...some other test. Says I have a natural talent for maffths, because something new's introduced to me, and I can get on and do it ("Yeah, right," I said). Also, another praise for the doodles. However, I reckon that she doesn't think that of JUST me.

And, lastly... the art archfiend. (I hit the thesaurus pretty hard tonight... that sounds bad.) I DID NOT want to see the art teacher. So I pleaded to Mom if I could stay in the car. After some time, I won, and ran to the car. But soon... bladder attack! I had to go back. I crept into the skool, and this was pretty hard, as SHE was by the front door. I managed to hide from her, but signalled to my Mom that I was here. However, when she saw me, she screeched, "OH LOOK, THERE SHE IS!!" and I dashed behind the wall. My Mom is stupid. So I relieved myself, and managed to get out. By this time, Mom was outside. She reported that she doesn't think I should give it up (why did she bring that up?), and my work is excellent (then why'd she give me a C??). Fluffy was weird, and that was that.

That was that...