A Day in Events #10

Today. Summer. School. Summer school. Today. Not. Fun. Summer school. Not fun.

I SPENT FOUR HOURS THERE, WHEN I COULD'VE BEEN DOING OTHER MATTERS OF CONSEQUENCE.

I shall describe to you my day in detail, so that you will agree with me. (This includes you, Mom.):

• One of the teachers was wearing red flare pants. They had flames on them. They were super baggy and should not be allowed for teachers. Did I mention it was a guy wearing this?
• The lady was slouching so bad I couldn't eve hear her. She was practically speaking to the floor. What kind of a teacher is that?
• They were surveying us. The summer program is to record/understand us, the subjects, and our learning abilities. I felt exploited. This information's is going to the government. Demented, I tell you. I do not want to be part of the guinea pigs.
• I got stuck with the little kids. I mean, the kids that are just so sassy and love wearing ultra-mini-skirts and play Yu-Gi-Oh. No way.
• The lady spent 30 minutes collecting paperwork. And then started talking about how she was a perfectionist. Everybody fell asleep by then.
• There was a bright orange extension cord. BRIGHT ORANGE!
• She was totally patronizing us and talking uuuuuber sssssllllooooowwwwww. >:(
• The first thing the lady writes she spells it wrong.

So, there you have it. I'm never going back there again. NEVER!! >:)

Progress Update

Just checking in here, with myself, of the new writer's notebook thingy! :) I've given up the part about the whole "bring it everywhere" thing, kinda annoying now. BUT, im still writing in it almost everyday, so i guess im making up for it. Im practicing writing really REALLY long entries so far, and it'll help my writing hand. I've boxed all the things that i think should be blog topics, so hopefully now i'll have more interesting stuff to write about. [Or rather, its ironic the fact that i'm saying i'll have better things to write about, when i am writing about the actual event of me brainstorming for things to write about. That sort of takes away the whole point of me talking about it out loud. Then again, you'll never know if i dont say it, right? Well, i guess you really dont need to know that... Gah! Voluntary information is always unnecessary.] Anyways, Ralph will always be there to support me. Haha. :] [Launches tomato at reader*]