  For some reason I've received an e-mail from my DM saying he's out of the country on official duty and will respond to my e-mail in due time. The good question: So what does Mr DM's absence/disappearance got to do with me? The better question: How come he's got my e-mail address? Even better: How come I sent him an e-mail? The better explanation is that somebody has mass-emailed dumb kids and changed the reply-to headers.
Ha, prankster. Oh, it seems that our school is so upset over us watching Copa America in our classes during recess that they've locked us out of our classes during this time. Well, Mr-and-Miss-School-People: it's not as if the teevee serves any other purpose. It's only on for all of twenty minutes before morning assembly, and immediately after that, just during the 10 spare minutes before lessons start and said student finally has spare time to take a look, they switch the stupid things off.
Some TV. Such smart purchasing decisions on the part of the people who run this trainwreck of a school also extends to opening iMac labs that just sit there the entire year unused until the stupid school open house, where they gloat about our school's dazzling array of computer technology - and promise you a lot of action on these cute, iFruity, gumdrop-esque pieces of technology. Crap school. People, aunties, uncles, never put your kid in this school. They even promised a swimming pool but looks like a hole in the ground is too much of an expense.
The toilet smells like a zoo enclosure. Far from it being the fault of the janitors, though: most of the highly intelligent lifeforms in the building have decided to focus their energies - and their warm jets - to showing their more flamboyantly zoologistic tendencies in the most convenient place in the world. (I have no idea what this means. ) Early eulogy on Kenneth's urlLink new blog (welcome to the blogosphere): "He was dragged away forcefully into the light. " Which brings to mind the grand finale of the Blackadder series when Captain Blackadder and crew walk out of their trenches into just that - the light.
(Haven't watched it yet, but that's what I've heard. ) No man's land - is that what you call the space between warring trenches? It turns out that just about everyone failed the Physics level test, so my break in the middle of the test - just beause I could (that's the way people work in my school) - wasn't in vain. Anyway, back to homework. And after that, maybe I'll have a hot mug of cocoa. 
