Yesterday i received a very upsetting email from my writing teacher telling me that i had written my essay wrong and that i would have to rewrite all of it if i wanted to pass the class. I responded with a note of panic and she replied telling me to calm the crap down. I DO have a week but, rewriting a 7-8 page essay is not a very exciting prospect especially since i had already written 6 pages of it.
I'm contemplating all the ways i could possibly die this week, exempting me from writing this horrendous essay as well as avoiding all upcoming finals. Perhaps i will be crushed by the brute force of an oncoming and unawares truck. Perhaps i will be electrocuted when attempting to plug in my labtop. Perhaps space monkeys will fly out of my butt and attack me until i am an unrecognizable bloody pulp on the ground. Or perhaps i will be vaporized by the thought police.
What I'm trying to say is that i hope some kind of miraculous event will save me from having to exert even the slightest amount of effort on this essay i am very unwilling but likely to rewrite.
Who will offer me this kind of salvation? Who will do their good friend Vicky a generous favor and save her from this act of torture imposed on her by an evil writing 39c class?
WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN?!?!?
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LOL. Watchmen. =P
I'll be praying for you Vicky! You'll be fine. =)
Work hard and I'll see you in two weeks! =D
thanks emyyy (:
Oh Vicks. /: Hang in there! You can finish that essay. The relief after having completed it will be a wonderful feeling. Jia you and I'll ask for extra amounts of patience and strength for you. (:
We're almost done! Head up. <3
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