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Wednesday, September 8, 2004

   I was almost out!
Oy. I almost didn't get this post in. But, thankfully, I've started on it and all should be well from now on.

So, starting off with the last period of the day, because school was relatively uneventful other than that. I had Honors English III. As I always do on my way to his class, I think up a totally outrageous excuse for being late. He told us on the first day of school, not to give him some lame excuse for being late. Or something like that, whatever.

So, today's excuse was: "I was detained by an secret elite faction of Jewish Neo-Nazis!"

>_>;;

Anyways. During the class. He called on me to answer a question. He wanted to know: how many forms of discourse are there? So, looking frantically back in my scrambled notes, I answered: six. But, in my haste, I hadn't realized that the six consecutive lines I had thought were the forms of discourse, were in fact methods of exposition. I promptly apologized and corrected myself before he could tell me I was wrong.

Then he said something about my notes: If they were in the format that he had given us, I wouldn't have made that mistake.

I responded quickly: "These notes were taken before you introduced use to your method."

"Very good, Mr. Donnel, you think fast on your feet. I like that."

Then he went and branched off for about a minute, and then sort of turned back to me. He asked a question, but I wasn't sure if it was directed at me or just my side of the class. He said my name.

"Oh, were you continuing to question me?"

"Yes, Mr. Donnel. I find you to be a slippery fellow and I want to continue to pick on you a bit." Blah blah blah, something, something, something. "I know I won't be able to browbeat you. I won't be able to get a clean hit on you."

I don't know why, but that made me feel pretty good. ^_^

Mr. Lamoureux complimented me on using quick thinking to thwart him, and then (I think >_>) was sort of calling me clever. A difficult target for his bat of stupidity. It was neat.

And don't misunderstand me. He actually has a padded baseball bat that he hits people with. It's red, and it sits on the chalk tray behind and to the side of his desk.

So. I feel moderately better about that class. :D

After school, I went home and got changed. Then I went to work.

There was this other lady there, working in circulation. She's short, sort of pretty, and has the tanned skin of some sort of ethnicity. She totally pwned me when it came to shelving books. And, this is in the New Books section, too; where I'm actually moderately speedy. I felt like a one legged puppy named "Little Brudder" swimming through molasses.

Frozen molasses.

She was just that crazy when it came to putting books back. I am in embarrassed awe.

After that, I was driven straight down to a Youth Ministry meeting. We're trying to pull together some semblance of a "Youth Group". For our church. We had one, that ran perfectly well for fourteen years. Then our new priest and D.R.E. came in and disbanded it in favor of making a new one.

So, ergh. We have to build from the ground up.

I went to a meeting with my nutritionist and got a special note allowing me to take a water bottle to school. I can't wait to use it on the director of discipline now; Mrs. Gartska. She is evil, and I'd love to shove a doctor's note in her face, allowing me to break rules that she so carefully laid down.

I tell you, she's sadistic about it. I think she dropped a couple of classes she used to teach, just so she could prowl around the school and get kids in trouble.

Oy. It's late, I'm tired and spiteful. Time to go and hope for better things to come.

Like the weekend.
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