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Friday, April 10, 2009
I Wish My Homework Was Asexual Just So It Would Do Itself 11:56 PM

-Anonymous

 

Yeah, I really wish it were asexual. No, asexual and sexually aroused. Even if it were asexual it wouldn’t find the need to do itself without being sexually aroused. Why am I even talking about this?

Oh right, that’s why.

Anyway, I’ve given up on my non-asexual homework, I’ll figure out a way to finish em tomorrow.

So I got sent out of class for doodling instead of writing down notes during Commerce yesterday. I’ve never been sent out of class for doodling before. Actually, I’ve never been sent out for unfinished work before. Like, ever. I was just doodling for goodness sake! I was gonna copy the notes down later, my textbook’s not going anywhere!

So anyway, I’ve decided that I am dropping Commerce. I’ve been getting pit-low grades for it and frankly, I find the teacher’s teaching and marking methods uncool. Seriously, you don’t even want to know what I think of his class. I’m doing so badly in it, it’s pretty safe to say that Commerce is my downfall; I actually got higher in BM than in Commerce last term. See how bad the situation is?

And I am moving, moving, moving away to some other elective. Commerce is not my calling, no sir. I’m seeing the admin first thing tomorrow morning to ask for a transfer. I’ve even thought up a decent, rational explanation as to why I’m dropping it. I mean I can’t just march up the front office demanding a transfer with my actual reason for moving:

“I’m getting insanely low marks and besides, in Computer, they get to watch movies and stuff for entertainment—I mean, educational purposes! And besides, I know shitloads about computers; no doubt, I spend practically my whole time on them at home! Commerce just isn’t my calling and frankly, I find the teacher sucky, he loathes me anyway and I don’t see why I should continue wasting my time on it. So can you move me to Computer now? They’re starting on how to use Flash next week and I really don’t wanna miss that.”

Yeah. Well, knowing me and my mouth, I probably will say that anyway. Goodnight world, have a great weekend tomorrow.

 

P.S. Elaine and Camille are back for a visit. I’ve missed them like nuts. We’re going out tomorrow I think. And we might be having a pool party over at Rona’s. Oh yeah, pool party, can’t wait. Cheers you lot. 

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