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The week project is done. The week project is done. We coordinated it well. We did. We did. Yeah! Oh, Baby. Oh, Baby, Lock and Load!
Yes. That was it folks. The week project is done. DoneDone. Lol.
Nyna and I were busy working on it this morning. And we made a great cover for the tape, a good evaluation, and we'll hand in the tapes in 40 minutes. Then, I'm in for 2 hours of Radio practicum. (yuckies), and 2 hours of meeting with class. And I know it will not be pretty.
The atmosphere in class is being more and more disrupted. Everyone agrees on the fact that it's not going right and things will have to change, but nobody does change or speak up or do anything about it. I'm wondering how it's going to be this afternoon. I think I will speak up but I need the time to make my sentences. Which is mostly the hardest part because no-one will grant me that time. And if I don't get that time I will have some unthought-over sentences which will
a) sound really stupid because they make no sense,
b) not say what I want them to say or,
c) hurt people I never intend to hurt.
And tonight I'm having dinner in Parkzicht Rotterdam. A goodbye from my old job (if I can get there in time) which I left 4 months ago. But anyway, it means free dinner and that is just the thing I need because I am already totally broke and money will not flow until the 21st.
Yesterday eve my father, stepmother and stepbrother came by. It was a how's-your-room-visit, a late one. They came in, sipped coffee, asked about school, and ran off. The entire thing lasted less than an hour. An hour's torture is still torture. And it's still less torture than two hours torture.
I think that'll be all. You're dismissed.
"But she's a supergirl - and supergirls don't cry"
Yes. That was it folks. The week project is done. DoneDone. Lol.
Nyna and I were busy working on it this morning. And we made a great cover for the tape, a good evaluation, and we'll hand in the tapes in 40 minutes. Then, I'm in for 2 hours of Radio practicum. (yuckies), and 2 hours of meeting with class. And I know it will not be pretty.
The atmosphere in class is being more and more disrupted. Everyone agrees on the fact that it's not going right and things will have to change, but nobody does change or speak up or do anything about it. I'm wondering how it's going to be this afternoon. I think I will speak up but I need the time to make my sentences. Which is mostly the hardest part because no-one will grant me that time. And if I don't get that time I will have some unthought-over sentences which will
a) sound really stupid because they make no sense,
b) not say what I want them to say or,
c) hurt people I never intend to hurt.
And tonight I'm having dinner in Parkzicht Rotterdam. A goodbye from my old job (if I can get there in time) which I left 4 months ago. But anyway, it means free dinner and that is just the thing I need because I am already totally broke and money will not flow until the 21st.
Yesterday eve my father, stepmother and stepbrother came by. It was a how's-your-room-visit, a late one. They came in, sipped coffee, asked about school, and ran off. The entire thing lasted less than an hour. An hour's torture is still torture. And it's still less torture than two hours torture.
I think that'll be all. You're dismissed.
"But she's a supergirl - and supergirls don't cry"
