I hate tuesdays. Ironic that I was born on one.

What I should have said when my stupid history teacher yelled at Isabelle and me for talking and decided to take marks off our tests: We're sorry, we didn't know Alanna was still working, please forgive us and don't take away the marks I so badly need.
What I said: "C'est pas juste que tu enleves des points!"
Why I shouldn't have said it: (1) Poor grammar, (2) Inaccurate (it's not unfair in itself), and (3) Weak and childish.
I do think about what I say. Just not before I say it.

I really worked hard for the Greece test though. I understood most of the material while the rest of the class was on Egypt. I've seen two of the cities on the map on page 94. I studied for a whole afternoon. And he goes and puts something he never told us to study on the test. No one told me about it, even though nearly half the grade had already done the test.

I tell you.

Photography went well...I actually got two decent pictures developed. I have not had one stunning picture all year long. I'll blame it on tired subject matter, but if I had any actual talent I would be able to create a good picture, rather than relying on seeing one.

I swear, Kaj, if you ever publish a book I will buy it and put it on my bookshelf beside The Lord of the Rings...and that's praise.

I should go do my history homework. I predict tension in the next few weeks, and with that shall come longer posts.

Dreams on paper.