*nods back* I will try to check in - I promise - but my dad'll kill me if I spend more than an hour a day on my laptop this year. That means - *dies a little inside* - YWS...and my writing have to take a backseat this time around. Kill me now.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Tell him you're doing schoolwork. Tell him you're doing a report...
And I just realized something. I-I have to write two essays a week this years. *Dies* Yeah...and I'll have to...do...a project...every...week. I'mma die. And same...but with my mom. She's limiting my time on my laptop now. Saying I have to get off at 9:00 at night...but I stay on anyways. She'll kill me when school starts though...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
And I have to write an essay each nine weeks (so four) just for my English class. If I get the same teacher for history as I did last year, I'll have three essays in class to do for her and then three on the exam.
I'd take a project every week over an essay every quarter.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind