Madcap (zimdanen) wrote,
Madcap
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Jesus Christ!

I just started flipping out because I hadn't done my poetry project for English. I went over and told my mom that I hadn't so that I could stay home if I couldn't get it done before school started.

Guess what. It's Sunday. I'm a moron! AHAHAHAHA! Oh god, that was rich. I'm going back to bed. Night!

EDIT: I was just lying in bed, thinking about the one poem that I wrote before I realized that I had more time. The last part of it is "Black is friendship," and I was worrying over whether or not my teacher would take off because she wouldn't understand that. Then I realized that I had Mrs. Bruner, not Mrs. Ward, and was relieved. I'm so glad that I don't have to deal with Mrs. Ward anymore. Mrs. Bruner respects our opinions and grades on what she's supposed to be grading on, rather than if we agree with her opinion or not.

Black is...

Dark.
Calm.
Smooth.
Death.
Release.
Peace.
Order.
Friendship.

There are set styles that we have to use; we have to write 6 poems, and she wants to see at least 4 different styles. That's not the sort of thing that I would normally write on my own.
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