Monday, September 24th,
Okay, so not much happened today. I will tell you about the stuff I remember, and think is important.
We had music. Mr Wechson had anyone who wanted to play the flute go to the side. I went, because I do want to play it part-time, because I want to keep playing the French Horn. I want to be better in music.
But Mary, Summer and I all already knew how to play it, we got to go into the stands room and practice. It was really crowded and I would have rather Summer not have been there. Because the whole time she just kept complaining that she couldn't hear herself over us. Well yeah, we're all in there, its not like she was in there and Mary and I just decided to join her and make noise. If she wants piece and quiet, she could have gone and been in there by herself at recess. That would have been an easy fix.
Well, anyway, Mary got mad at me, just because I can play most of the notes on the flute that she can't. She kept saying over and over that it wasn't fair that we all have to do it with her, that why couldn't she just be good at something herself? Um, excuse me, but last week, she was complaining about nobody doing the flute with her! Make up your mind!
But she got made at Jenna too, because at recess, Jenna told us that Mr Wechson was letting her play flute part-time like me. Mary gave her all the same reasons that she gave me, and trust me, it wasn't like we were trying to take away all her glory! Its not my fault I catch on to this quickly... and that lets me be good at it! Its not like I choose to be good at most things I try! It just happens...
So um, after a boring primary helpers (we have a kid on our bad list because she or he ran out of the classroom without pushing in his or her chair when the bell rang), we went and hung out in the bathroom, it was pretty warm in there, and it was cold outside. It was pretty much nice outside until September 22nd, otherwise known as the first day of Autumn. But we didn't stay in there the whole recess.
Um, well Summer switched with Mary before last recess, well at last recess, so I like her again, I think she only did it because Jenna convinced her to or something.
Well, we had art, and we were doing pastel stuff, it was kind of fun. It would have been more fun if we had gotten to do more, but we only got to do 1 of the pastel techniques.
When I got home, I got in a screaming war with Link, because I called the computer, but he, of course, pushed me out of the way, so he could get there first. He said that its because I was on for like, 8 hours yesterday, when I so wasn't. He was on for 3 hours in a row! His comeback was that i was on 3 times that, and that i probably haven't down my singing, today or yesterday. he always says that!
How would I have been on for 6-8 hours? I got up at 11, and went to bed at 10. We went out for dinner for like, and hour and a half. I had about an hours worth of homework to finish. I did my half an hour singing homework, plus, eating, and I finished a half of a book yesterday, outside of the computer. It isn't that I was on, its just that every time he comes out of his room to go on, I'm on. Just because I am on when he see's me on, doesn't mean I'm on when hes not around!
Well we got in another fight around 5:40, because he had been doig this reading thing for school on the computer, he said he would take 10 minutes. It didn't, it took him more like a half an hour, and I was knitting while he was doing that. So I got on at a little after 5, but he kept saying I went on way before that, and of course, everyone believed him, even through he wasn't right!
After dinner, Link got the computer for an hour, after he was done, I went on and he went and told on me, because Mom told us that we had to figure all this out, who gets it when. I told him its hours and he said 45 minutes, I argued then said fine, but he thought I would get 45 minutes then and that was not happening!
Well I did, my homework, singing, and watched some, "Teen Wolf"! Man, do I ever love that show!
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My Grade 8 Drama
SaggisticaMy days are dull, filled with my longing for school. Yeah, I know, not the funnest subject, school, insert gagging sound here. But that's not me, I love, love, love, LOVE school. Follow me in my grade 8 year, there is a 90 percent chance of days fil...