Blergh. Talked to Mrs. Neiffer about vocab project yesterday before school started. We discussed how one of the people in my groups isn't around enough to contribute and how the idea they are "working" on just won't work. She asked what it was about so I told her, "Well, I thought we could do a satire . . . But now it's turned into poking fun at a school." She emphatically went, "No no no." So. Had her read my idea and beginning, which is actually going somewhere. She thought it worked much better. Next week I guess she'll talk to us. Great.
How terrible am I going to feel when she confronts the rest of my group and I haven't even told them I've gone behind their backs?? Gack.
And why did no one else want me in their group? I write, it's what I do. And I'm fairly decent at it. But no one wanted me as a writer in their group. *sniffle*
Again with the Blergh.
Also, I semi-dressed up for Hallowe'en. Painted my nails alternating silver and green to represent Slytherin (thought it'd be a nice change as did Gryffindor last year), wore my Weasley sweater (and some people actually understood it, most did not), my Hermione shoes, black skirt, and Mum's cloak. Warmest cloak ever. Thick black felt-y stuff. Love it.
How terrible am I going to feel when she confronts the rest of my group and I haven't even told them I've gone behind their backs?? Gack.
And why did no one else want me in their group? I write, it's what I do. And I'm fairly decent at it. But no one wanted me as a writer in their group. *sniffle*
Again with the Blergh.
Also, I semi-dressed up for Hallowe'en. Painted my nails alternating silver and green to represent Slytherin (thought it'd be a nice change as did Gryffindor last year), wore my Weasley sweater (and some people actually understood it, most did not), my Hermione shoes, black skirt, and Mum's cloak. Warmest cloak ever. Thick black felt-y stuff. Love it.