jus went on their merry way taking forever to do the simple assignment that should have taken maybe ten minutes. I wanted people to read the scary story we were supposed to write today but, well, they were being too stupid and slow. I love the kids at my table. I really do, it's just that they don't work as efficiently as I do. It sounds kind of snobby but it's true. I hate sounding snobby. Anyway, I got about two people to read my story but there wasn't enough time for corrections or critiques or even commenting.
Suddenly, my brain has decided that I have to write down what happened to my art teacher. The other teacher that's in the studio was telling us why he wasn't there, and the way she described it made me smile. She said that my teacher had gotten into a terrible collision with the cabinet door and was sent to the hospital to get stitches. How I heard it was: "Your teacher got into an epic battle with the terrible monster Cabnitor," and I've been telling my friends that I'll be drawing a picture of an epic battle depicting my teacher and a cabinet. They think it's a good idea.
I saw him this morning. He had a big bandage over his right eyebrow. He must have gotten himself pretty good. I just wish I was there to help. I hate feeling like I can't do anything. That's why I'm managing the Lacrosse team this year. Whenever someone gets a cut, I'll be there with a bandaid and some gause. It sounds like I'm trying to be a superhero, but I leave that stuff up to Stan Lee. He's the true mastermind behind superheroes. I'm just a girl who wants to help.
Superheroes are overrated. Anyway, yeah. OH! I'm going on a field trip tomorrow to an art museum. My German class is going to go look at some German art from the Renaissance to modern day art. We have a girl from Norway in our class who wanted to check out an artist named Edvard Munch. It's pronounced Monk from her country. I just thought that was so cool. So, tonight I get to stay and my friends' house so I can actually get to the train station. I'm paying for her ticket because she can't get one. In return, she's paying me with food for now. I told her that I'd still need the money back. She owes me about thirty five at this point. I'm making sure to keep track so that I know I can still get money from people. I find it funny that I like saving money...by switching to Geico. Just kidding, I like switching money and I'm a Jew. The other funny thing is that we are actually planning on going to the movies on Christmas and eating chinese food.
That's all my dad's idea. I just go along with it. I hope we go to Panda Express. I like their food. It's delicious. I suddenly have the feeling that time is going by too fast. It needs to slow down. At times like these, I wish I could live forever. Well, not just me, my family as well. I have no clue what I would do without them. I wish I was an elf. Live for centuries then peacefully turn into a tree. That would be awesome. Or I could be a dragon, live for centuries and die in a blazing battle against people.
Suddenly, my brain has decided that I have to write down what happened to my art teacher. The other teacher that's in the studio was telling us why he wasn't there, and the way she described it made me smile. She said that my teacher had gotten into a terrible collision with the cabinet door and was sent to the hospital to get stitches. How I heard it was: "Your teacher got into an epic battle with the terrible monster Cabnitor," and I've been telling my friends that I'll be drawing a picture of an epic battle depicting my teacher and a cabinet. They think it's a good idea.
I saw him this morning. He had a big bandage over his right eyebrow. He must have gotten himself pretty good. I just wish I was there to help. I hate feeling like I can't do anything. That's why I'm managing the Lacrosse team this year. Whenever someone gets a cut, I'll be there with a bandaid and some gause. It sounds like I'm trying to be a superhero, but I leave that stuff up to Stan Lee. He's the true mastermind behind superheroes. I'm just a girl who wants to help.
Superheroes are overrated. Anyway, yeah. OH! I'm going on a field trip tomorrow to an art museum. My German class is going to go look at some German art from the Renaissance to modern day art. We have a girl from Norway in our class who wanted to check out an artist named Edvard Munch. It's pronounced Monk from her country. I just thought that was so cool. So, tonight I get to stay and my friends' house so I can actually get to the train station. I'm paying for her ticket because she can't get one. In return, she's paying me with food for now. I told her that I'd still need the money back. She owes me about thirty five at this point. I'm making sure to keep track so that I know I can still get money from people. I find it funny that I like saving money...by switching to Geico. Just kidding, I like switching money and I'm a Jew. The other funny thing is that we are actually planning on going to the movies on Christmas and eating chinese food.
That's all my dad's idea. I just go along with it. I hope we go to Panda Express. I like their food. It's delicious. I suddenly have the feeling that time is going by too fast. It needs to slow down. At times like these, I wish I could live forever. Well, not just me, my family as well. I have no clue what I would do without them. I wish I was an elf. Live for centuries then peacefully turn into a tree. That would be awesome. Or I could be a dragon, live for centuries and die in a blazing battle against people.
