2003-02-03
M. Ford
I have no idea what possessed me to wait this long to start on my essay for English, but I am hating my life for it. Fortunately, I chose a relatively easy (and quite familiar): 'A highly effective teacher'. . . And of course that award goes to Mrs. Diedre Ford, my former French teacher (three years!). Dear God, pray for me and this paper! Of course I skipped class Thursday b/c I didn't have a book, then I got a book today. . . and the tentative rough draft is definitely due tomorrow. Hate my life? Oh, I am. Trust me. Fuck. I really miss Elliott.
aigre-douce at 6:10 p.m.