by Greenleaf » Thu Sep 26, 2013 9:17 am
I need to have ten alphabiographies done for Friday.
GOOD copies.
I only have six at the moment, two of which are rough copies.
This is impossible.
Why couldn't our English teacher tell us beforehand about the due date?
And my life wasn't that long, how on earth am I supposed to write twenty-six 'important' events that happened in my life when I can barely think of any?
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I hate it when my dad judges me, even when the matter is so trivial.
"You should write the number 'twenty six' in its standard form, not written out like that."
"You have such a bad temper, speak to me nicely." (oh yeah? then why don't you stop judging me?)
And when I finally break and tell him I'm not stupid, I can take care of myself, my dad mock-reminisces on the time I used to never say the word 'stupid'.
Mama's right; you can't speak at all, dad.
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