I have often found myself daydreaming. A horrible habit i must admit, for it always happens in class. Today it happened again. British Literature=the bain of my existence. he class bores me greatly. The bright spot is Ben and I have it together. However, we both hate it. I remember when I walked in the first day...the class was packed. All but maybe one or two seats were full. Today, including myself there were 8 people. The class is just horrible. It's boring in the fact that the teacher just bores you. This is not news to me, I have sat in the class and understand EXACTLY how dull she is. However it is that fact that has me writing this now.
I remember in High School when a teacher would mention a teacher from their past. I remembe when my paretns would do the same. Those teacher had an impact on them. So it makes me wonder: What will I tell my kids about certain teachers? will i remember the teacher for being the hardest I have ever had? Will i tell them that we call her "desatan"? So I guess the point of this blog, though it probably is well hidden, is no matter how I feel about her, she has impacted my life. I'm not exactly sure yet what I get to learn from her besides how amazingly dull British Literarture can really be, but I'm sure there is something else. Remind me to tell you once I figure it out.
Music Suggestion: Death Cab for Cutie: Plans....Great CD
"run the earth, watch the sky"
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