MY ENGLISH ESSAY della Wallace
I hate writing my stupid essay. I'm feeling so uninspired I'm going to cry. But I won't because my hunger and cramps are stronger than my emotional meltdown right now. By the time I actually get around doing this damn assignment I'm going to HATE food. And become Anorexic. I'm kidding I love my hot Cheetos and chocolate Great so I'll just become fat. Thank you Mrs. Huntington. Now thinking about my teacher, I just had a stress attack. I'm going to cry. Oh God! I don't even have ONE damn paragraph completed. Argh! I hate my life. I just want a damn job designing PowerPoints not "crafting" sentences that is all I ask! I'm seriously getting to the point where I don't even want to do this freakin' essay. If I get a 50% on it maybe my grade won't get too affected with all my other assignment. Like the modules, Oh GOD, the modules. I haven't even done ONE. Darn it I'm so off track and it's all because Mrs. Huntington gave me a damn 82% on my essay that I felt so confident in. She broke my spirit. And now I'm a zombie.
Dear Stephanie, I need inspiration and a mini pep talk Kid President Style. Enough about me. How was your test?
RANDOM RANTINGS
WE WILL ADD OUR DAILY SQUABBLE ABOUT THE EVENTS THAT JUST MAKES US RANT AND MOST INEED ARE RANDOM
TUTORING CENTER
I really like it when I go to my tutor which in specific is Profilio Chavez. He's the dude I showed you, kinda chunky. He seems like he deeply care for my essay even if everything was a jumbled mess. I mean I saw him cringe at my introduce. I weeped inside, I know that it sucked and I explained it to him. But he wanted to make sense of it. How sweet. But then when he hit my second paragraph (the one that we worked on) it was so smooth like a baby's bottom. No issues whatsoeva. It gave light that I actually know how to write and I'm not just some pretty face with a nutty head. Alas, he gave me his helpful advise.
I think we have a secret connection, wink wink. I thought he forgot about me but he remembers me and how I write and stuff (I do make a lasting impression). And he know that I have a sister and he talked about it casually. But I never mentioned I had a sister. That means that he's been looking out for me and noticed that I have a sister. That's right I could read in between the lines. He asked when my paper is due and I said either Wednesday or Friday by 9:15. And he was all like I think I'm open on Wednesday and walked over to the appoiontment desk to make one for me. Aww! But the guy on the desk said that you should attend the other girl. That's right he forgot about other girl. And paid attention to me. Della's got power.
But we couldn't be together for long. I have a new tutor Stephanie McCandeless. Whatever that last name is. When I went back to the table. Porfilio was upset that I wouldn't be with him. You could tell his face.
Another thing, the guy on the appionment desk remember us. I have no idea who he is. He knows that we went to Merced High and that we graduated recently. We were softmore when he was a senior. His name is Meng. I don't know who is as much as I tried I only made brain farts. I guess we are quite the memorable bunch and darn it because we won't ever have an opportunity to go into hiding.
I could just see it now. We are in disguise lurking about a street corner in a desperate attempt to hide from stalker and freakin' Nick calls out "HI DELLA! HI STEPHANIE. DELLA DELLA I SAID HI!". That won't end well for us. I don't know why people would see us from a mile away. u.
The English Essay Grade Comes In . . .
Okay, I was in class today. Like usual. And my face always looks like I'm out of it in that class because most of the time I am. I register what she says but I don't think, I'm just there. Anyways. She was talking about on the essay how she thought everyone was struggling but in reality she was surprised on how well everyone did. And Teresa asked what was the class average and she said that she does not look at it but it was a perfect bell curve. Great scores many many good averages and some who didn't do well. In my low self esteem ridden head. I'm that low score. At the end of class she put out all the folders. Swana was all like happy because of her grade and I looked at my spudgy folders as if it was the plague. I took it booted out of there. I don't want anyone to ask about how I did. I'm look at picky Michelle. But anyways I was going down the starewell and I saw the score box had a 6 and 0. NOOOO! The time had come that I failed everything in life and that was definite physical proof. And I looked at it closely. It was 600 out of 650: I spotted my percentage and it was 92%. WHAT THE HELL. I'm surprised that I didn't fall down the stair in utter shock. No lie on my self evualtion I put 390/650 which is a 60%. As I was walking to the lab, I read her comments and that I did really really well with what I did write and that quote time: "You have a ? thesis and support it well thorough out the essay. You develop each idea throughly and cohesively. The only proble is you lack of conclusion. :( I'ld like you to write one and send me an electronic copy of the entire paper. :)." OMG I got a smily face on a paper without a conclusion. I'm amazing. Don't underestimate a skinny girl. DAMN I'M GOOD. And an old asian was looking at me looking at my paper and said "Why so happy?" I'm like on cloud nine, "I got an A." And he's like "Very good Very good."
Now I have to takle my economic paper which I will dominate all over. I'm kidding I don't really agree with this author who is a dumbass raising miniumum wage is good economics? My lying uncle, it's not. They're talking about raising it to $15 is great ethics. My ass! But I'll just write about it since I'm too lazy to get another article. Economics is not a popular subject to write about even The Economicist has a lack of econ articles What!?
The Council Vote
FINALLY I THINK WE CAN MAKE A CHANGE!
31 OCTOBER 2013 You know at times you and I are very active policialy. You hatin' on the U.S. downfall social and the millions of sheeple that surround us everyday and breath that very useful substance called oxygen. But anyway I digress. When we want to help a cause, money-wise, we are so left out because they ask for a credit card and stuff and being 13 years olds to now. (I have no idea when we'll get a credit card, maybe when we actually start getting out of the house and learn how to drive for starters then we'll talk about a job). When foundations do that, they leave out a majority of their humanitarians for the cause like vous. So anyways, we all love love Julian Assange for his bravery and courage and resiliance and determiation. I mean every positive term in the dictionary could describe him including "SEXY." Anyways, again so his defence are asking for kind hearted people to donate to his defence fund as he is still in London at the Equadorian Embassy with constant survaillance outside of the small building by British Police. And now, these brilliant people have decided to include those non-credit card holders into the donation scene. (Plus, probably VISA and MasterCard and every other major credit card refuse to give service on his WikiLeaks sties) And we could literally mail in cash to them, wow that's unheard of but yet again this man is an innovator. (There's another one). The site is here. And the address is there so on and so forth. But we should definitely do it because we are political revolutionaries. That's how we roll!
