I really don't like one of my teachers. He pretends like he can changet he course of our lives by talking to us for 45 minutes. No. It doesn't work this way. If my paretns couldn't change that mean vibe in me for god knows how many years, some fifty year old wanna be can't cut. I'm sorry. I want my cranky pregnant teacher back. At least she did what we liked. Poetry.
Right now, my life is nearing zero because of shit load of homework. It's like the teachers decided one day that this week would be hell on earth for me. Conspiracy! Oh well, it snowed today. Looked like a fairy tale, with fluffy snowflakes falling on my new Slytherin scarf. Pretty stuff really, makes me wonder why the human hands can't create something so simple yet breath-taking. Perhaps it's because we are torturous creature full of self-pity instead of generosity. Or something of that sort.
Right now, my life is nearing zero because of shit load of homework. It's like the teachers decided one day that this week would be hell on earth for me. Conspiracy! Oh well, it snowed today. Looked like a fairy tale, with fluffy snowflakes falling on my new Slytherin scarf. Pretty stuff really, makes me wonder why the human hands can't create something so simple yet breath-taking. Perhaps it's because we are torturous creature full of self-pity instead of generosity. Or something of that sort.