-Wednesday : 9/9/09
~Today was the first day of 7th grade! I'm so frustrated because our homeroom teacher ; also known as the social studies teacher/law teacher gave us homework... ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! Gosh, how much I hate him. (Don't worry, I don't hate him anymore. He's actually a very nice teacher. GO MR.WOLPOFF)
This paragraph can be used in a story. This is how I would put it :
Title=7th Grade
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I'm so scared," I whined. I held onto my mother's hand. "Mommy, I don't want to go to 7th grade! I heard it's horrible!" "Drink some water, it'll calm you down." Wow. What a nice mother.
-At school- (Meeting the teacher[s]) "Hello class, my name is Mr.Wolpoff," our teacher said to us. "Today, I will be teaching you all about law." I groaned, but quietly. Seriously? Work? ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL?
-Later- "Your homework will be..."
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