Well, today was a bit better than yesterday. My friend (I shall name him ragamuffin) ragamuffin paid me a buck 50 to up his grade 1 pt on homework, so he got a 69(yes, very ironic) Thus providing me with lunch money for later. Mrs. S for warned me off my board-game project due in two days... It would probably be smart to start, don't you agree?
We went over our diagramming sentences test. I failed admirably. Half the class talked with Mrs. S over their SS, the other half(my half)
All right, for those of you who don't know me(everyone) i'll go into a little detail of my band experience.
I started last year (8th grade) playing Trumpet. I quickly surpassed the rest of my group, and went on to play in our Honor Band and with the rest of my grade in our concerts.
So, this year, in our first semester(we have 6) I played 1st trumpet, 2nd chair(blasted seniors) Well, we have 10 trumpets(not including me) so we were just a little full(exaggeration) So,
Well, you all may not know me, and I don't have a pedastol on this forum, but I soon hope to be. the real reason i'm here in this blog is, well, I'm nervous, tired, upset, and aggravatingly paranoid. It all started last year, in Middle School.
So, just one random day, I'm walking to math, and my friend Michael comes up and asks if I've met the new kid, Ben.
"Nah, I've been in the library skipping all my classes working on the history project, why?" so now, as every
Well, today I arrived nearly late to school, so I had to carry my baratone all around the school until third period band. Useless heavy luggage
Well, in CLUE today, I arrived in, behind in my reading of Great Expectations because of other work I've been focused on ib miscellaneous classes. A few days earlier I turned in a Short Story, and tosay we were all going to go over them with our teacher, I'll name her Mrs. S in my blog, as I don't care to get too personal. Mrs. S pulled