19 year old Yolanda Khan is lucky to be going into her 2nd year of the college she's dreamed of: Princeton University with her twin sister. After she gets a spot in her Zoology class, Yolanda is determined and would do anything to keep her spot and...
I ate way too many twinkies for this. The only good thing going on in the time we wasted is
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that we now have 3 slides done, and they're not even that good. I had to teach him how to do the bare minimum, like how to add pictures and even text boxes. Did he even use google slides in high school? And for some reason he still keeps interrupting my reading and asking me the same things over again, saying he "forgot."
After getting that question too much, I close my eyes and ask, "How can you remember techniques for football and not this (that's way more important)?
The library closes in an hour and a half. "Okay," I say after I finish reading a few more pages about Doves and their lifestyle. Apparently there are about 310 species of them and luckily we don't have to talk about all.
If that was the case I would've switched classes. Maybe to Ava's culinary because she told me all they do there is cook and eat. If I were her I'd be in a good mood all the time too.
Halloween is in 2 weeks and we were supposed to be going as the ghost twins from our favorite horror movie The Shining. It's something we do every year and we were supposed to be buying new costumes but she hasn't mentioned it. Recently she's been hanging out with her new friends more and I've had to eat lunch alone because I don't want to be a burden. They're way cooler than me. Plus, I'm happy for her.
I write the things we need on paper and Douglas copies it into the google slides. I keep having to check and make sure he's making it look appealing at the least. He insisted on decorating it too which was surprising at first, but it's the easiest thing on the list so I guess I'll let him have that one. "Let's see what you got so far," I yawn.
He turns my laptop around so I can see. I see the reflection on my face and my hair looks frizzy. Again, the font's are plain and he didn't center the stuff so it looks lopsided.
I glare at him. "Okay, now you have to be doing this on purpose." He makes a fake expression like he's shocked at what I said. "Ms Ma'am. If I were her I'd never be happy all the time. "I wouldn't judge someone's creativity. it's rude and damaging and can affect someone for the rest of their life.''
He talks in a soft voice. "Do you want to be the reason for such a terrible cause?" He's got jokes. I roll my eyes and snatch my laptop. "If it makes you put more effort in, then yes.
There's only a few people left in the library. A few people were working next to us, and left. That leaves us being the only ones near the back section which I hope doesn't look too sketchy. This is where couples come to trade saliva and other unholy activities. I was surprised Mrs.Emory hadn't said anything until I went to go ask her if there's anymore books about our topic. Her eyes were closed with a book on her lap, as her head kept nodding off.
"You need to write more about where they came from on the first slide," I say, editing it myself. We've already wasted enough time. I even wrote it down for him word for word and he still doesn't understand. "Welp." Douglas leans to see if Mrs.Emory is still sleeping, then gets out a dr.pepper bottle to open. When she's awake and walking around with her dangling glasses, she always sees everyone's drink on the table and tells people to open their cups to make sure it's water. Nothing else is allowed. It's the only thing that annoys me.
