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I'm in Computer Aps again. I really don't like writing from in here, I end up writing about the same things every entry. I guess the fact that it's first period, I'm at school, and this isn't my computer all come together to narrow the scope of my thinking. It also doesn't help that the room is full of people; making private and deep thought next to impossible.

I've still got to finish my "American Dream" paper for English class, its due tomorrow. Apartently "due" really means "due". Samantha informed me how she tried to turn hers in a day late, only to get the shaft and take a zero. I don't see what Mrs. Sherman's problem is. She pretends to be an easy-going person; she acts like she cares what you have to say. She even makes us crank out these bogus letters to her every Thursday, she wants us to "tell her what's on our minds". I'll tell her what's on my mind. Death. Hers, to be exact. Well, maybe not death, but certainly horrible injury. Bad enough to make her hang up her teaching career and go off to live far, far away from me.

Sorry if the above seems a little harsh, but its the truth. Everybody things thoughts like those, I'm just the only one that will admit it. She's a horrible person that I see no need for.

Enough about her. I've already spent more than a year worth of journal entries about her when I was in Journalism class, I don't need to resume the trend. I promise to thing of something else to write about next time. Peace.