Showing posts with label HELP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HELP. Show all posts

Saturday, August 28, 2010

crisis averted


blackboard. no not a nice old fashion green blackboard. It is actually this handy dandy website that is the foundation/backbone to our school, so therefore, my LIFE. Some schools might use something a little different, so just know this is where the teachers post assignments, updates, announcements.... etc. This is also the site that I dread looking at, and ending up not looking at it as much as should. I get my notes, most of the announcements, and some of the updates. I figure, if it is that important they will tell me in class, right???

WRONg!

This week I missed a fairly big announcement, and missed a pretty important orientation. I do take full responsibility, although I think it would be nice if we would have found out in class. But like I said, it was TOTALLY my fault. Nonetheless, I found out a few hours too late, freaked out, emailed the teacher, and cried myself to sleep. Hello, this is my life, and one wrong move, one missed day could cost me this future. It really is that big of deal.

Not too worry though. I can make up the orientation, and all will be just fine.
CRISIS AVERTED.
PHEW.

***and yes, I will check my blackboard everyday from here on out.
don't you worry.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Whacha Think???

I think this title is entirely too long, but I was trying to fit it all in there. I think I need a new title for my blog. A standard title that never changes. The "just a little girl" is so totally me, but it is just a quote from a song I fell in love with a couple of years back. I write each entry almost like a diary entry, or some of them I do. That is where the mis-kept part comes in. I don't do it everyday, I don't have time, it is normally a little scattered and all over the place, but it is always what I feel and straight from my heart. I'm not a writer, never had that want in life. But I love doing it, only because it has always been there to hold my feelings. My journals keep the best secrets, understand everything, and are just there to listen. They add no unneeded opinions, they just soak it all in for me. And that is all I need. So that is why I write. My poems might be below average or needed a comma here or there, but it is what I feel deep down and that is all that matters, right? Any other new title suggestions??

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