Two class periods.
Maybe even just one.
Is all I have left of school this quarter.
Is all I have left of my Psychology class that I wish I had enjoyed but dreaded more than anything else in a very long, long, LONG time.
Today, I'll spend it reading my very, very, very long chapter about psychological disorders in preparation for my two hour essay I'm going to have to write tomorrow for my Final.
In the meantime, someone tell me what this is. I can tell you it's how I feel about my psychology teacher.
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| Do you see what I see? Yeah, I have no idea what it is either or why it's there. It's one street up from me amongst all the construction that's going on. Kyle thinks the homeowner put it up as a scarecrow for the construction crews. It was gone last night when we came home. |
