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myOtaku.com: forlorn hope


Thursday, September 16, 2004

   The first meeting of the Drama Club
Not exactly what I expected, but close enough. All we did was improv today. And Mrs. Whats-her-name said that our first play is going to be Monster Hotel. I've never heard of it, but it's supposed to be a comedy. I really hope I get a part...Blah, anyway, at least now I have something to look forward to when I go to school...Besides seeing my friends of coarse.

Gah, today I almost got into serious trouble. *sigh* Thank god I was able to save myself...See, we had a book report that was due today and I, being a procrastinator by nature, had barely even started. And it really didn't help that I have L-arts first period. So anyway, I asked the teacher if I could turn it in at the end of the day. She said yes. But then at five minutes to the bell she made a list of all the people who hadn't turned one in, which, sadly, was more than half the class. (Oh, but please don't get me wrong, we're not all bad kids.) And then, to my utmost horror, she said that everyone of whom she hadn't received a book report from now had lunch detention in her room AND had to call their parents saying that if they don't turn in a book report by tomorrow, they'd recieve a zero. It wasn't the fact that I now had lunch detention that bothered me, it was my mom. She would flip out if I told her that I hadn't done my assignment. So, thus began the frantic search for the instructions in my backpack, the hurried writing, and the example that stupid Mrs. K**** made of me for not paying attention; which, in fact, is not true in the least. Actually, I WAS paying attention. She was just going on and on about how there are thirty four of us and only one of her, and how we were "out of control" and that our performance was "unacceptable", and yadda yadda yadda! Jeeze, teach, get it through your mind that there are people who can multitask...*sigh* Then came lunch. And by some glorious merical, I was able to hand in my book report, get out of detention, and save myself from the dreaded wrath of my mother...But please, don't think ill of her. Sure she has her moments, but still. She IS my mom and I love her. No matter how scarey she can get.
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