It’s Tortilla Time

I received my report card today. I got straight A’s and have an 86.3% average.

Stick that in a pipe and smoke it, chemistry. SEE WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF WITHOUT YOU.

800 words down, 400 to go. I am so sick of The Grapes of Wrath, it isn’t even funny.

90 words down, 1110 to go…

I’m so excited I could scream!

• Complete The Prince of Tides
• Write the rough draft of my 2000 word story for Writer’s Crap Craft.
• Create a test on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Complete my creative response on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Write a 1200 word essay on The Grapes of Wrath for Literature class.
• Read ‘A Man For All Seasons.’
• Write an essay on A Man For All Seasons for my English class.
• Complete the remaining portion of my World Issues project.

Once this is done, I am free. FREE I TELL YA.

• Complete The Prince of Tides
• Write the rough draft of my 2000 word story for Writer’s Crap Craft.
• Create a test on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Complete my creative response on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Write a 1200 word essay on The Grapes of Wrath for Literature class.
• Read ‘A Man For All Seasons.’
• Write an essay on A Man For All Seasons for my English class.
• Complete the remaining portion of my World Issues project.

I’m getting closer!

• Complete The Prince of Tides
• Write the rough draft of my 2000 word story for Writer’s Crap Craft.
• Create a test on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Complete my creative response on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Write a 1200 word essay on The Grapes of Wrath for Literature class.
• Read ‘A Man For All Seasons.’
• Write an essay on A Man For All Seasons for my English class.
• Complete the remaining portion of my World Issues project.

The latest two took me five hours to complete. Let’s hope that I can get at least half of this list finished tonight.

I am in a fluster. I have countless assignments to complete prior to our departure to Cuba in exactly one week. I have to finish the majority of these assignments this weekend if I want a hope of a half-decent mark.

I finished reading The Prince of Tides this morning. It was a fantastic novel.

The following is my list of duties this weekend:

• Complete The Prince of Tides
• Write the rough draft of my 2000 word story for Writer’s Crap Craft.
• Create a test on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Complete my creative response on The Prince of Tides for Literature class.
• Write a 1200 word essay on The Grapes of Wrath for Literature class.
• Read ‘A Man For All Seasons.’
• Write an essay on A Man For All Seasons for my English class.
• Complete the remaining portion of my World Issues project.

I want to fast-forward this shitty week and dive right into next week, where I’ll be lounging on the beach and filling my face with savoury food.

I brought Calanthe to school today.

I had to take some portrait shots for my friend’s photography class.

Before my Writer’s Crap Craft class, there is some sort of remedial English class in the same room. The teacher that teaches that class is an old bitch that everyone loathes because she’s an old bitch. You follow?

She yells EVERY LIVING BREATHING SECOND OF THE DAY. You can hear her screaming from the opposite end of the school. Last year she taught the ESL classes, and it was like, welcome to Canada, FUCK YOU.

I remain convinced that she enjoys yelling and actively looks for reasons to do so. I’m preparing for the day that she’ll approach me in the hallway and say ‘your shoes are untied. GO TO THE OFFICE MOTHERFUCKER.’

She’s just a ray of fucking sunshine.

Today I had a supply teacher in Literature class and she was all, who is that nasty woman across the hall?

If we enter the classroom while she’s still in there she will scream at us to ‘GET OUT!!!!!’ as if she’s looking into our SOUL. So we are subsequently forced to wait outside in the crowded hallway for her to clear her fat ass out of the classroom, which is absurd. However, we do so because we are scared of this woman. Completely and hopelessly frightened.

Today I peered into the classroom, and she was nowhere to be found. I sheepishly entered, just to be screamed at by a fat irate bitch that stood around the corner. She was all, IF ANOTHER STUDENT ENTERS THIS ROOM I AM GOING TO BLOW UP.

As I stood in the hallway, the annoying teacher’s pet appeared beside me. I looked into the seemingly empty class and said ‘Hey Charmaine, I think your friend’s waiting for you in there.’

Tyler, arguing his point in Writer’s Crap Craft:

‘If Adam and Eve were related, we’d be fucking our brothers and sisters. Technically speaking.’

Because I will be missing the last week of school on account of CUBA BABY, I am subsequently forced to hand in several assignments early. I am already in a fluster to complete said assignments, and I have three entire weeks to do so.

I am forcing myself to read at least fifty pages of The Prince of Tides each day in order to possibly finish it on time. I have fifteen pages to read before bed tonight.

My Mum is in Mexico, and so her elder brother, my Uncle Randy, is staying with us periodically this week. You know, just to make sure that we aren’t snorting crack or inserting objects up our noses. He is here tonight, and I already suspect that this will be a very interesting week indeed. Stay tuned.