ERURAAAAAARGH. The second I got home from school, I started working on three extra credit history projects, all due tomorrow. (A paper about the 1884 Presidental Election, a fake cereal box for "Phillis Wheatley Wheaties" with a doll I made inside and Wheatley's poetry on the bake, and a rap song I wrote about Chester A. Arthur). It's now 11:46, and I just finished my last project. NINE STRAIGHT HOURS OF WORK. With only a fifteen minute break to eat some spaghettios.
The really sad thing is that I already have an A in history without doing these extra credit projects. I think my mom is a little bit ridiculous about this whole achievement thing.
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy