Hello anyone who happened to be snooping and found my book! My names Puff, and this is my rant book.
I honestly just talk about whatever I feel like, which I'm fairly sure is the purpose of rant books in general.
Anyway, if you would like to continu...
How am I doing? I'm still working off being quite ticked off.
Why, Puff? You ask.
Well, in science we are building a windmill. Yay. Anyway, we had to test how much power it has by making it lift washers.
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So, there are three people on my team. Yesterday one person was gone. Today, no one is going to be there because we are all going on the extra field trip. That means that just two of us had to do the first test, make improvements, and test again in half and hour. It also did not help that the part that our teacher told us would definitely not break, broke four times.
Anyway, so my partner that was there yesterday, lets call her Sam. Sure.
So Sam felt the need to say that we had to rush a ton. So she kept saying, 'Come on come on come on come on. We have to rush. We have to rush. We have to rush.' And kept repeating that, which is enough to get on anyone's nerves.
Then, Sam didn't feel the need to help me test, so I was doing three peoples job at once, I had to hold the windmill, turn on and off the fan, add washers to the windmill, guide the yarn around the spool, and time the whole thing. I had to do all of this, all at once.
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Five minutes of our time is left, and we need to make the improvements. Sam wanted to glue cups at the end, and I wanted to just change the angle of the blades. Sam did not seem to understand the concept of time.
There would be no way we could take part the windmill, glue the cups, wait for them to dry, rebuild the windmill, set the blades to an angle, test it all, take apart the windmill, and put all the miscilanious pieces away. No chance. Not even a slim one.
So we then decided to change the angles, and shocker!, Sam didn't want to help again. Little bugger.
Then, since she didn't help with anything, I had to take home both the tables, and finish them as homework, when I already had math, ELA (I have a speech to work on. Grumble grumble grublyplank.), Social Studies, and practice my violin, and then get to dance by 6:45. Thanks world. I know I'm appreciated.
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So anyway, you wanna know something weird?
Right now I really want a muffin. But ate all of them yesterday.
