Period 1:

Put the couplets around the school (oh.my.gosh.) & did like...nothing else.

Period 2:

Finished the presentations.

Period 3:

Made up my poem. The teacher liked it. She said it was sad, but it was really good. Yay. I'll post it when I get it back :)

Advisory:

99 indifferent pinkish balloons! Boy, I'm feeling indifferent today. Only Allora and I get that.

Period 4:

I hate this class. End of discussion.

Period 5:

Oh man, this teacher is insane.

But we did get Oreos.

Lunch:

Ok, so the only lunch(es) where I have anyone are periods 6 and 7.

Period 6:

Ahh, la clase de espanol, por fin. Claro que si, Jacob es un "meanie" y no (listen) a mi. Bobo.

Yo digo el que es "Ilse", y que "Ilse" es una chica.

Pero NOOOOOOO, el (asks) la maestra!

Quote of the Blog:

No, I LISTEN to you. I PROCESS what you're saying. I just don't OBEY you.

xoxo Meg