Let's just say it's been a hectic but not hectic week. I've had so many things to worry about that I shouldn't have, and I'm guessing I should make a day for pure worry to avoid the queasy feelings in my stomach.
School is great~ I guess. I've been preoccupied with doing nothing that I've been doing loads of things. (Don't mind my opposite attraction statements, I've been having writer's block the past few hours...)
But man oh man, I've been getting loads of money for the past week, I guess that's why I'm having a great time...
And maybe it's also because Ive made my Grammar teacher's day today by giving her a letter.
Have I not told you yet?
My Grammar teacher wasn't one of the best teachers in my class, but certainly not the worst. There is never a bad teacher.
She wasn't... liked by our batch, mainly because she's really strict, unlike our other teachers, they're strict but balance the fun. Getting back here, the reason I wrote her a letter was because I wanted her to know that she wasn't hated and because there would be a possibility she would change and be a much more better teacher. But what I wanted myself to be in that letter was anonymous. I didn't want anyone to know I gave it to her. Unlucky me, I gave the letter to one of my teachers to give to my Grammar teachers. And she told on me. *le sigh*
So during Grammar, she asked,
"Is Janessa here? Or is she..." I didn't let her finish, since my name being called snaps me off guard. I raised my hand when she said my name.
When I did, she smiled. I didn't know what to do, of course, so I just smiled back and went on with my small list of things to buy and goals to finish. (I have a very short tension span, so I start doing random things like those. Don't laugh, 'cause I get very excited on things like that.)
And my name's being called again.
"I received your letter, Janessa." She smiles again! I guess my heart stopped there, and so did the noise. Of course I was embarrassed, since I thought no one told her I gave the letter. I'm guessing I had three mini heart attacks there.
And as expected, you'll hear the whole class telling me to read it. I just keep shaking my head, still not comprehending what I really did.
Well, I'm never telling, and hopefully they'll forget about it, since next Grammar class is on a Wednesday. *smile* It's fun to keep secrets like those.
And here we are. I'm glad a simple note made her happy, and I'm just happy that it's a Friday. With no social life, yet again. Might as well surf the net, looking for piano keyboards on sale. Yes, I play the piano. Anyway, that's the end of the week!
P.S. FACETS(School newspaper) tryouts were yesterday, and I'm guessing I didn't do well, *le sigh* I broke my finger bone, by the way. *creys* Its healed, *trolls*
Photo for the day:
That's my younger sister. A pity that she's prettier than me.
And yes, we don't look like each other.
-Issa.
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