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Female/21-25. Lives in Canada/Ontario, speaks English. Eye color is brown.
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a moral from Dahl

"It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you." -the boy mouse and hero of The Witches by Roald Dahl

Those are such comforting words.

.oOo.oOo.

2:44pm It's daytime. The sun's out and feels quite warm when it hits my face. I find that sunshine cheers me up so much, which is a good thing since I didn't end up waking up at 5 in the morning to finish up my essay, as planned. I actually woke up with an hour and 40 minutes to do a 4 page essay, get ready for class and get to class. Of course the bus ride to school takes 45 minutes of that time, so clearly something was going to have to give. It was the essay. I thought to myself, as I sat on the bus, Finally, jummy, at last, you are going to learn the hard way that procrastinating doesn't pay. When you get that 56% percent on this assignment worth 30% of your final mark, you'll learn your lesson.

I got to school 20 minutes before the essay was due. I dashed to the computer lab to put the 3 or 4 paragraphs I had into something coherent and print it off. What I end up printing off is a couple of pages of wonderful conclusions for an essay, no introduction or body. I ran to class only to find that she ended it early, but luckily she's still standing outside the classroom talking to a student.

This student is one of her favourites, and he was one of the debaters I mentioned last week. I hear her tell him he has until midnight tonight to e-mail her his essay. Midnight. Since I was the oh so important timekeeper of the debate I quickly pipe up and say "Do I get till midnight too? I mean I'm done my essay but I'm just not happy with it". She buys it and I now have until midnight to hand it in. Yay! I'm really too lucky sometimes. I have a much longer essay due Friday so I better not rely on this sort of thing to happen again.

Posted on 2003-03-24 at 2:37 a.m. |


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