hathycol | A bad day for English.

Buggaryfuck.

Today is my last day of college. English too, hopefully. I hoped to the end the year (and career in English) on a good note, as she'd asked me to bring in my English file and the whole class to bring in bits and bobs for key skills.

I realised half way through Skem that I'd forgotten my file, and could picture it perfectly sitting against my bed, near my bag which I had picked up and flounced out of the house with. Had an argument with my mother last night, so I suppose some of the general "Fuck y'all" instinct was going on this morning.

So, bad start, all told. ALso had to do key skills stuff - basically, I needed to print out somethimng for key skills. Quite certain my coursework was still on the college computers, I have trooped here to find it. Only we can't actually use fiction, and my feature article is nowhere to be seen.

Well, I hope Sue likes James I, because she's just lumped herself with a 2,500 word essay on how much he liked faction and favourites. Rememeber me trying to write that one, kids? Yeah, me too. As I said, I hope Sue likes history.

Now I have to find another essay and print the buggar out.

I am NOT having a good few days. It's decided.

(But yay! Four hours of English and then I'm freeeee! To sleep! Sleep, I tell you! I will have a to do list on my next post, most of which I will be contemplating through my deadly dull English lesson.)

(Final lot of brackets: can it be known that Dan from BB5 is quite probably my intellectual soulmate? If only for calling Becki a demented leprechaun...)

~Hathy_Col~