arielarena

I don't cry often. In fact, I try not to cry if I feel like it. But today, for whatever reason, getting a poor grade on one insignificant paper put me over the edge. Perhaps it's because I thought I'd done rather well when writing it. My teacher liked it but thought I had too much extra stuff in it and condemned me for trying to get all of my thoughts out. You have to understand that this paper was supposed to be written in our voice. I don't quite know what that means but I have a feeling that it was supposed to be like what I'd write in a blog entry (like this one, for instance) but with better sentence structure, grammar and whatnot. But no, she expected something different and I didn't give it to her. But, I guess luckily, she has given me permission to do a revision...in my case I'm just writing a new paper on a similar topic but scaled down and much more specific. Instead of writing about a community and being sucked into writing about a high school community and then remembering a few paragraphs later that I'm supposed to be writing about the community as a whole (wooo! Run on sentence!!!), I'm going to only write about the high school community from my perspective. Sounds good? W00t.

My lip hurts. The cut has decided to begin healing in the most uncomfortable way and I'm not very happy with it. Perhaps I shall take pictures of it to show off and use it to gross you all out...it won't be as nasty after two healing days, though. Heheehee.