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2006 16 April :: 8.37am
Guh.
I had a bad dream. >.>
Whenever I have bad dreams or emotionally taxing dreams, I get bags. o_O; It's a good thing I don't have them often...
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I was in a big clothes washing/dryer place, and students were in line for this one machine at the very end of the room.
Well I was in the middle with Nasya, and Tristan and his friend was behind us.
And I could feel him looking at me and saying out loud intentionally, "Yeah, she told me she loved me."
He sounded really proud and ... not cocky, but it was close.
I clung to Nasya's arm, and she looked at me sympathetically.
I just kept my gaze forward, but I continued to listen to his conversation (which I can't remember).
Then we came across this freebie box of stretchy toys. These were the kind you could find in a quarter machine. There were three or four strawberry boxes that held them.
So we just took the ones we liked as we moved on.
But Nasya and I took a while looking for the ones we liked, and suddenly everyone behind us disappeared, and there were only a few people upfront close to that machine.
When the people in front left, so did Nasya (they disappeared abruptly) and I was by myself. These pink plastic ball came out of the end dryer of that wall, and I went to get it, expecting something OTHER than tiny white weed flowers.
Some blonde girl who was older (but seemed to be really nice and knew what she was doing) told me to put it on top of the dryer, and that it could be left alone.
Then when I turn, I have to go sit down in a classroom I've been in once before, and couldn't find any seat I liked but by some football player who looked like he'd be a jackass.
Nasya's in there somewhere, but she's sitting somewhere else, and I didn't turn to look. I knew where she was anyway.
Jessica (a bus-ride buddy-type person) came in, but sat at the very desk farthest away in the cluster of desks and me as she could.
Just as the teacher (a bald man who was really curt and snapped at me to take my seat) rose to the projection machine about to start class..
I woke up.
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I want to know what that means. Because I sure haven't been going to class because of spring break, so it couldn't have been a recap.
And I've only gone to the dryer/washer places once in my life, and that was in Texas, when I was about 2-3 years old. o_o
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2006 14 April :: 6.05pm
-sighs daydreamylike-
Tristan.
:'D
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2006 13 April :: 9.46am
I saw my test before Spring Break started, and the damned algebra test had a 68% on it.
I was sooo close this time! D<
Oh and..
Yesterday, I moved a ton of rocks from this little dirt hedge thing, to another pile across the yard from it..
Then my dad came home and yelled at me because I wasn't supposed to move those rocks.
I was supposed to move the rocks from between that hedge and the stupid fence.
But I heard my mom tell him that she was watching my little brother and I move rocks while she was washing the dishes and stuff.
So then if she did, why didn't she tell us BEFORE we moved most of them that we were doing it wrong?
Anyway, I have to put those rocks back in their original place, and then get the "right" rocks into the pile today.
Jesus.
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2006 24 March :: 4.46pm
WOO!
My algebra grade raised to 64%!
Now I just have to stay after school for about three days in a row to retake my two tests before Friday, and if I pass them, I should be able to get my grade to a C minus.
Then I have to write a 5 paragraph body for my 1,000 word research paper in English, finish reading Act I for The Merchant of Venice, and finish Monday's algebra homework.
Hm... I think I'll start tomorrow.
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2006 22 March :: 6.39pm
Tristan's going out with Danielle.
Cody's going out with Sarah.
Mike.. more or less ignored me today.
Chris and I exchanged only a few words, but he's pretty quiet towards me anyway.
Now I'm stressing out over the fact that my grade is only a 53% in Algebra 2A, and I have Student-lead conferences soon.
And I have to get progress reports.
But I SHOULD have like.. a D-something, because on the progress report, my latest test's (a successful 78%) weight was a goddamned zero.
And Yolina, who sits in front of me.. on her progress report, her overall numerator was LOWER than mine, yet she had a 63% or something.
I ranted to my mom for about 5-10 minutes about how screwed up Ms. Champion's grading program is (even though she's been absent for the past two weeks because of spinal arthritis, if that makes sense. I don't blame her, just the program) and about how Stephanie's grade is a 74%, but she should actually have a high D, or very low C.
Screw this.
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