In record time...

Hmmm... this is gonna be a record-setter. I have approximately 11 minutes to make a highly creative post. Okay, so maybe not so creative, but at least halfway interesting. I'm supposed to be working on a book about muscle systems, appropriate for 3rd and 4th graders, but my partner is a slacker and is playing chess instead. Excuse me, getting beat at chess by none other than Coach Woods. Pathetic.

So let's see, next hour I have an interview with Mr. Cummins for a story that will probably never be printed, but who knows. As soon as I'm done there, I should have another one with Mr. Jordan, a man to whom I have never spoken before. Should be great fun. Sometimes I like journalism. Sometimes I loathe it.

Let's see, another fun subject. NHS inductions. I'm still angry with my good friend Ms. Campbell, who so far hasn't done a thing she's said she'd do all year. GRRRRR!!!! Oh well, only what, 24 more days, or something close to that. Ha, Graham and I are gonna be gone the day these books are due, so we're gonna have an extra weekend. Yea!!!

See, I am bipolar, I just went from grrr to yea in less than a paragraph. Well, I think my 11 minutes are close to being over, but I'm not sure. My slacking partner told me to rent Finding Neverland to bring to his house on Saturday, a thought I had already had, but now it's official. Sorry Jo, you'll live, as will the rest of you boys.

I want to know what's up with these "poison pen" :) letters. I just don't get it. Why would somebody do that? I mean, I can be a hateful person, but I'd never do something like that. I don't understand things like that. I heard some more details on it, which I'll fill you in on later, but I don't know much. I think my time is up, so I'm gonna go, but I'll talk to ya soon... :)