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I just came back from gym class and so I'm really tired now. I am typing really slowly. It is also SOL week and so we can't talk in the hallways. I am almost on the verge of tears trying to keep my eyes open to stay awake. When I blink, I am scared that I won't open my eyes for another few hours because I fell asleep. I am having a very hard time trying to keep my head up, eyes open, and legs in the chair. I feel blah. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Except for being tired. Tired. Very tired. Almost asleep. I feel about to drop into a snooze. I wish I could go to...

A Continuation...of something I don't know

Okay, so last time I just wrote about nothing at all because I had nothing to write about. This is a continuation of that, just writing whatever comes to my head. At home, my Internet isn't working so I had to check my email here during Town Meeting. The computers here are being a little slow because somebody, somewhere on the network, is probably playing a game which is taking up a lot of memory and they're not supposed to play games. Some people next to me are arguing if kooky is spelled kooky, cooky, cookiey, or koocy. It is actually spelled kooky, and yes, I did spellcheck it. I don't know what to write about, I have a bad case of writers block so I am going to stop writing and comment on other people's blogs.

As fast as I can

Ok, so the deal with this post is that I am typing as fast as I can just to see where I'm at. It is just about nothing as all, or basically everything that comes to my mind. I am sitting here with my friend's phone in a pink hoodie for a cover because apparently she left it here in the computer lab and I found it when I walked in. It is almost three o'clock in the afternoon. I am watching the second hand go by, trying not to look at the screen or my hands. But sometimes I like looking at my hands to see how fast I am actually writing. I am not an extremely good typist but I type about 55 words per minute. Some of my friends type about 98 words per minute, which I find really cool. I have the song Kiss Kiss by Chris Brown stuck in my head since my friend started singing it. Ok, my hands and fingers are getting tired, so I am going to stop typing as fast as I can.

The Virtual World (of broken hearts)

We (kids mostly) are living in a virtual world, with electronic games, computers, and TV. I admit that I love it all, especially email. But there is just one harm that it can do.

Online, you can say things anonymously to other people, and mean things come out. When we didn't have things like these, people would have to say what they thought to the person's face. People can just tear down a person much more easily. It would be nice if some of these gizmoes and gadgets didn't exist at some times, and it would save a lot of broken hearts and ruined lives. If people have something mean to say, they should say it to the person's face and tell them what's bothering them and then the person can know who feels that way.

Marissa and The Evil Math Teacher of DOOOOOM

Sitting in the back of class, my feet tapping on the floor, hoping that Mrs. Dumfart, my evil teacher, wouldn't call on me. 4th period, complete torture. "IT'S NOT A COMPLEMENTARY ANGLE, IT'S A SUPPLEMENTARY ANGLE!" screeched Mrs. Dumfart, disgusting spit spraying at the unfortunate victims in the first and second row. Watching the clock, it seems like it hadn't moved since class had started and I had entered the torture room. All of a sudden, chills went down my spine as I heard a raspy, 80 year old, infested voice screaming my name.



"Marissa! Get up your tushy and come to the front of the room and answer questions 1 to 25 NOW!"


Reluctantly, I got up to the front of the class and started working to problems on the board, trying to make everything perfect in fear of getting in trouble and having to spend yet another, lonely lunch period in the torture room getting lectures about studying every night. I made it through the first 4 problems before I heard the dreaded "INCORRECT! That's another 10 problems for you! And you all are not leaving my room before this little girly here gets them all right!"



"Oh dear, I thought. I'll be in this animal cage forever! Everyone in my class is going to hate me now. And what will Jason think of me? OMG, and it's all because of Mrs. Dumfart. Wait, is someone calling my name...?"

"Pssst! Marissa!" I turned and saw Tina with a piece of paper. Since she was in the first row and Mrs. Dumfart had her back turned, Tina was able to shove the paper in my face.

Tina was a really smart girl and a good friend of mine. So when I opened the note, I wasn't surprised at what I saw. Tina had given me the answers to the problems I was supposed to be solving. I quickly tried to stuff the paper in my pocket before Mrs. Dumfart saw me, but I was just a second too late before those eagle eyes of hers spotted something white sticking out of my pocket.

"Marissa, what is that? I demand to take a look at that peice of paper!"

Trying to keep an inocent look on my face, I had no choice but to hand over the note.

As Mrs. Dumfart read over the note, I watched as she started to huff and puff and blow down the entire class! Smoke started fuming out of her ears and nostrills and her entire face got wrinkly and red. But soon her anger turned into a state of mischeviousness and she seemed calm and almost like a nice teacher. I knew that couldn't be a good sign, it meant she was up to no good.

"Marissa, would you like to read this out loud. Oh wait, your opinion doesn't matter. Read it anyway."

So I got up and read the note, which wasn't that bad until I came to the las part, which was Tina's signature. "And the last part is...umm..." I glanced at Tina, not wanting to embarass her by reading the last part. She was one of my best friends, so I did the right thing and sacrificed not getting another detention for her sake, because the last part which was something personal, which I would never want to unveal.. So, here goes, I thought. "And that's it. There's nothing more on the note."

"Nonsense!" screeched Mrs. Dumfart. "I read the note, and there is another, juicy, part at the end. But if you just want to be a good friend to Tina, then that's your problem. But for now, you will have to suffer another detention with the one, the only, ME!" Mrs. Dumfart let out an evil cackle "MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" and for a slight second, I felt that I had made the wrong desision, until i saw the look on Tina's face. She looked like she was about to cry from happiness, and she was looking at me like she would love me forever and ever. She mouthed the words I OWE YOU to me, and I winked. Then, I knew that I had made the right decision, and it put a smile on my face.

Then,the angels started singing as the bell made its sweet sound. "Ahhh, at last!"

For once in a lifetime, Mrs. Dumfart let us out of class on time since she had given 12 detentions in 45 minutes, so she felt some sympathy.

Even though I still have a few more detentions I have to go to, I feel good because I had done the right thing and had made it through another 4th period.

Fashion and Modeling

Ahh...the world of couture and fashion, designers and top models. Although I think it is important for people to look good, it is weird for someone to pay a lot of money for some handbag that looks exacty like another one that I can get for much cheaper at WallMart or Marshalls. And models, I just don't know what to say about them. I just don't get it that some people get paid to have a pretty picture taken of them. I understand actresses in commercials, but seriously, walking down some runway is something that just some normal person off the street can do. I also don't understand that during a basketball game just before the commercials they have something along the lines of "This game/presentation has been brought to you by..." oh, the things people will do just to have their names on TV.

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