Look At Me Still Talking When There’s Science To Do
In Grand Rapids… thinking about Barrow (among other things)Archive for hate
Like a woman.
I’ve been sick since my last post and am too exhausted and too busy to write down all the things I hate today.
I told most of them to my mom, however, when I called today to tell her Happy-Birthday-ps-I-cut-off-my-hand-with-a-bandsaw*, so call her and ask about them. They are so hateful and boring, you ca’n't think.
*This is a private joke. It is very funny.
Boop, dead.
Guest post from the writing log of the girl (not named Casey) from the front right corner of third hour. My only contribution is to change the misspelling of a single word, which pretty much makes this kid the best speller in the whole of the seventh grade. Oh, and for the information of the reader, ELA stands for English Language Arts.
Entry #12: Tall Tales
A long time ago there was a college student named Miss L. She was a student teacher in ELA . She ended up hating ELA so she made everyone do first grade English instead of seventh grade. She hated it so much that she stormed out when someone said “Hi.”
You have to know that Miss L. loved only one student, Casey. She was so smart she was supposed to be in college when she was only three hours old. Casey answered every question and she could speed read every book. She was so fast at reading that she read every book in the world. So every day Miss L asked her how many books she read and one day it was up to 4900 trillion. It went up each day by 10.
Miss L was so proud of her she stormed out and let her teach; that is how much she hated ELA. That night Miss L died because she was looking at ELA for too long.
