030 - SOB!

[soundof_drums]

M. DeSade gave me a C- on my French paper!! WHY?? I swear, it's like... like, totally personal. He doesn't like me, I just know it. He-- he's always picking on me in class and IT'S NOT FAIR!

I'm never going to get into Stanford now!!

I need to study.


--Harry

Comments

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Monsieur Saxon, I have expressed to you once already that it was a draft. Make the changes I have suggested and return it to me.

Monsieur McKenzie, you can think that over while you're in Detention for the rest of the week.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

What if the changes aren't good enough? Can it just be, like, my second draft?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Bring your paper to me tomorrow with the changes, and I'll critique it again before it is due on Friday.

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Yes, sir-- errr... Oui, Monsieur?

[namorofthesea.livejournal.com]

You're kidding!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

No, I am not 'kidding', as you say. Detention. After school. For the rest of the week.

[namorofthesea.livejournal.com]

This blows. What about swim practice?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I suppose you'll have to break it to your coach that you don't respect your betters well enough to represent our school at State, won't you?