>from monday:from my class notes<

I can’t believe how much I dislike this course. This man, my teacher, is horrid. Boring, he rambles, he doesn’t teach, at least me. While I, on the other hand, do not learn. I should have been studying harder
. The test is wednesday.


The only intresting person in this class had been matt colby, a geek for sure, as if I could talk. He liked Bab5 and startrek and computers and stuff, he looked a bit otherworld like, elflike, dark hair all aspike and pale. Slender bird frame, of average height.



But he left, for some job or something and I have noone left to comisurate with. Noone to discuss how this teacher walks us through the charts on transparency.

How he makes wild stereotypical statements. I’m afraid I won’t pass this course, that I won’t graduate.



Ok, so that’s a bit extreme. Still, I know I’m not doing well in here. There is so much beyond this class. Graduation, moving home, working at Sonic(I hope)
All that Jazz. Big changes, no more school, at least not like this. I wish that what he taught was actually how the test was. If I could
see his voice in the test, I could easily figure out the answers instead of the cold clerical questons from the intructors manual.


>from today<


Test went ok, we’ll have to see how things work. I’m supposed to hear something from Sonic today about job stuff. I’m going home for thanksgiving
after my 11 class ends, and will drop by sonic on my way home. (crosses fingers)



I am in a strange dour mood today.

Stacie