Everyone's rushing through literature essay now.
Zenon's asking me to print for him and hand in to mr rash tom because he's sick and aint coming. I'm disscussing the essay with lionel or sms now. everyone's typing like crazy and it's also cold like crazy.
Tomorrow's meet the parents session and i'm scared mommy would ask mr rash silly questions.
and Keith made this thing poem-cum-essaylish thingie bout past and present. i shall ask him for it and show u guys. :D