High School Hell: 2011-Mary loves statistics

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Tuesday October 30, 2001
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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 30, 2001

First day posting at blog for High School Hell.
POSTED BY EVIL.EVE AT 1:43 PM



Highschool really is hell. Ask anybody. My sadistics (statistics) teacher, Mrs Durham, is trying to fail me! I swear. Well, maybe not. Damnit. I'm going to be at Greenville Tech. Forever. Thats hell!... Sacre BLeu! I REALLY should have done my project but i REALLY didn't get it! Now I have to teach four pages of the book to the class. Quel Dommage!! Ohs well. I have enough maths to graduate! This is just an elective for me...
POSTED BY EVIL.EVE AT 1:46 PM



Have you ever tried to memorize a sonnet? Sonnet 18 actually, Shakespears. Its okay, and I'm good at memorization(All the books of the bible and 6 bible verses sporadically in just a few hours!) but something about this whole sonnet this I'm just not catching....

Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all to short a date

Sometimes to hot the eye of heaven shines
And often his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair for fair sometimes declines
By chance, or natures changing course untrimmed

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as man can breath, or eyes can see
So long lives this, and gives life to thee
POSTED BY EVIL.EVE AT 1:52 PM



Note to eggrolleddie: Yo eduardo! Click settings when your in "edit mode" you know the place where you type it all up? You are on pacific time! you need to be on eastern time!!!
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POSTED BY EVIL.EVE AT 5:45 PM



I am SOOO going to fail Sadistics! NOOO. Merde! *Sigh* It just wasn't ment for me to pass. I"ve got the whole sonnet memorized, anyway. I've also got another project in sadistics AND I have to write a book response! Oy Vay.....
POSTED BY EVIL.EVE AT 7:32 PM

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