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My report card looks so pretty...aside from that little fluke. That silly science teacher. I've finally mastered my English enough. World History's under control. French is evening out. Music is...music. Math has been permanently owned. It's science. Input does not equal output. I fear getting stuff back...Stupid reasons for points off. Like...if I used one vocab word? A. Only if I did that review sheet would I have passed that quiz. I'm going to try a polite approach to talking to her about it outside of class. Perhaps it won't help...but maybe she'll like me a little more. Wadleigh did. Stupid 'writing conferences' Maybe it wont be enough to save me this quarter. But maybe next quarter will be better...so I don't have that 50 in there. Without that, I'd be fine. It'd be nice to have never gotten it though. I got a 59 in English, and it barely nicked my grade. Why can't science be like English? "Once you start feeling the accomplishment it doesn't go away." Six tests tomorrow. All subjects...aside from music theory of course. But today's Wednesday. I like Wednesdays. Good things have happened today. I mean hey, I learned a new Italian piano song, and I can play no such thing on guitar. And then there's cell tonight. Always proves to be interesting. Lots of make-up. Lots of studying. Today is a good day. "Yes?" "I love you." "I love you too." |
