Prepare for a crappy blog - tomorrow is our Essay Exam. I can't sleep here. It's impossible to get up on time here. In London I relied on Steve to come to my door and wake me up. Now he doesn't wake me up.
In class I handed in my responses, but not my play review (I didn't finish it so I told him I had to print it). WE got our exam prep and I spent the rest of the day and night with Steve doing the exam prep. And I'm sick!
I did manage to fight with Laura - again. She purposly didn't bring her King Lear so she could use Ms. Castellarin's copy. I don't care if she wan't to use it but she should have let us finish copying all the notes. She came in while we were gone and stole it, off Steve's desk, while he was in the washroom, while he was copying it, with it on top of his book, and his pencil on the page. We were in her room getting it back when she gound us and snapped.
She didn't even need it. She didnt study at all. She's going to fail. This probably explains why she's angry all the time. Oh well.
Thanks!
Mike
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