When my letter came last year, my mum got it first - and she read it. I remember thinking something unflattering about my mum at the time. It was an uneasy feeling, knowing she'd read my mail. Especially given some of the stuff in *that* letter. I really was *weird* when I was thirteen. ;)
I handed in my paper - to the prof's secretary. I actually went to the class about ten minutes before the end, and it was empty and dark. Apparently he let them out early and since I wasn't there I didn't know that. So I went to his office, figuring he'd have to drop by his office before he left - the door was open, but he wasn't there. The secretary said later he was probably drifting around somewhere... but I went in, and the box of papers was sitting on his desk. I was sorely tempted just to slip my paper in with the others. But I didn't. Stupid integrity.
I left it with his secretary instead. I just hope it won't get marks off (hey, I went to hand it in, I'm entitled to full marks!) - this draft is only worth fourty percent, but I only got sixty percent on the draft that was worth sixty percent. (Sixty percent of sixty percent. What is that ? I hate math.)
Point is, I need a good-ish mark on this draft to get a good-ish mark on the paper.
I am profoundly sick of school now. I want it to be *over*, damnit. It's a month and two days before I leave here. (On that note, JB and Dex, are you lot going to be available around the 24th-26th? I'm not sure of exact dates yet, but around there...) Dad's friend isn't coming now, so it's gonna be just me and dad. Hourrah. And yes, Lise, I'll *try* not to kill him, but I can't make any promises. You'll vouch for me, right? ;)
I wrote more Concrete Versus Empyreal last night, a new story, called Double, Double. I was ridiculously proud of myself for the cleverness of that title. o.O
But Keltie will be pleased.
(While I'm at it, here's a shameless plug for my mailing list!)
I still really want to go to Subcon... but I don't know if I'll have the cash. I hate money. That is, I like money, but I hate all the money that isn't making a concerted effort to become *my* money. Stupid, disobedient little pieces of paper. I had to ask my parents for money yesterday. That sucked. I don't *want* to owe them money...
Ah, well. Even if I can't make it to Subcon, Kimry and I are doing our Sights of the West Coast road trip this summer. Yay, road trips.
Ug. I'm tired. But I can't sleep. I've actually been doing too much of that lately. Already missed one class today, out of sheer stupidity. And I have another class in a while. I think I'll read. If I can find anything in here I haven't already read...