Two Weeks. That's how long me and Nick have been going to school.
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Nine. That's how many classes we have in total.
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Ninety-five minutes. That's how long each class is.
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Five. That's how many crazy teachers I have.
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One. That's how many teachers I actually like.
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Three. That's how many major projects I have been assigned so far.
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Nine math problems, One civics test to study for, One english worksheet, One French project to complete and Eleven French verbs to practice, Nine guitar songs to perfect, One P.E project to begin, One tutoring announcement to make, One boring book to read.
That's how much homework I have just for this weekend.
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Zero.
That's how much free time I will have.
Enjoy your weekend, lucky people. You know where I'll be.
Has school started, or what?
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Time To Get the Ball Rolling
First off, let me start by saying Happy September 1st everyone! It's not quite so happy for many of us, but I do feel like this particular month represents beginnings. A new school year, a new season, and almost a completely new year. But September also means...new school supplies and clothes!
With only 6 more days until the first day, we need to be sure we have everything to start a new grade fresh, and that means shopping! Now, being a girl, I can't say I don't sometimes enjoy getting clothes, and I know some boys and men don't mind it either. And buying supplies can be a little tedious, but it only takes so much time to buy a couple of pencils and folders. But there is always one thing, come around every September, that I am forced into doing, which I hate. My worst enemy.
Shoe shopping. I can not STAND shoe shopping. I have two, very difficult, large and wide feet, who enjoy giving me and my mother pains about trying to find something that will fit on them. And barely anything does. So basically, my feet live in my Converse, which I have a couple of pairs of. And that's just fine with me. I have one pair of heels, just for special occasions. That's alright too. So hey, why go shoe shopping if I'm all covered? Oh. But wait.
Every other stinking year, my sneakers die on me and I hear those dreaded words, "We need to go buy you another pair of tennis shoes," come out of my mom's mouth and I know I'm just doomed. We'll drive to the mall and search in every shoe store in there, and I'll have to take my shoes off and on, off and on, squeeze my foot in shoe after shoe. If we can't find anything there, we will have to go to another mall and repeat.
Whether we find something or not, it is a fact that we will drive home that evening exhausted and wanting to bite each other's heads off. So I ask, what is the point? Those older, more dead pair of sneakers may be disgusting and falling apart, but at least we can both be spared the traumatic experience that is sure to follow.
And sneakers are really, really ugly.
Anyway, maybe in the future shoe shopping will be against the law.
Hope everyone is enjoying their last days of summer!
Much Love,
Danielle
With only 6 more days until the first day, we need to be sure we have everything to start a new grade fresh, and that means shopping! Now, being a girl, I can't say I don't sometimes enjoy getting clothes, and I know some boys and men don't mind it either. And buying supplies can be a little tedious, but it only takes so much time to buy a couple of pencils and folders. But there is always one thing, come around every September, that I am forced into doing, which I hate. My worst enemy.
Shoe shopping. I can not STAND shoe shopping. I have two, very difficult, large and wide feet, who enjoy giving me and my mother pains about trying to find something that will fit on them. And barely anything does. So basically, my feet live in my Converse, which I have a couple of pairs of. And that's just fine with me. I have one pair of heels, just for special occasions. That's alright too. So hey, why go shoe shopping if I'm all covered? Oh. But wait.
Every other stinking year, my sneakers die on me and I hear those dreaded words, "We need to go buy you another pair of tennis shoes," come out of my mom's mouth and I know I'm just doomed. We'll drive to the mall and search in every shoe store in there, and I'll have to take my shoes off and on, off and on, squeeze my foot in shoe after shoe. If we can't find anything there, we will have to go to another mall and repeat.
Whether we find something or not, it is a fact that we will drive home that evening exhausted and wanting to bite each other's heads off. So I ask, what is the point? Those older, more dead pair of sneakers may be disgusting and falling apart, but at least we can both be spared the traumatic experience that is sure to follow.
And sneakers are really, really ugly.
Anyway, maybe in the future shoe shopping will be against the law.
Hope everyone is enjoying their last days of summer!
Much Love,
Danielle
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