"Don't Smirk at Me You Egotist, Pay Heed to What I Say!"

The class actually went really well. *_*

Rebecca and Cheryl were the only people who signed up because they wanted to be in the class, but it still went really well.

They were utterly unresponsive when asked to write a progressive story, but when given two keywords and told to freewrite for the rest of the period, they did very well.

Rebecca especially is a little genius. Turns out she's in sixth grade, but she really wanted to take the class. Tierney is in twelfth grade, and very Tall, but she also wrote a very nice piece.

Cheryl planned hers out but never wrote it. Sarah got nowhere. Waen, who is in my class for some odd reason, wrote a story about a girl who was crippled by a dog. But when she described the dog, Rebecca and I both figured out at the same time she was talking about Rebecca's dog, who bit Waen two years ago. x_x Rebecca was not bothered, thankfully.

And I? I wrote a drabble which was intended to be sad, but no one understood it, so it's just lying there in my notebook looking forlorn.

x_x Can't wait for next class, in two weeks.

Also, my hair has been rebleached and redyed dark purple. For the Lenten season, and all, which has officially started.

To-day, I was in love with Alton Brown.