Term 3 - Blog 021-024 - Story Format

Just to make the reading a little less boring, I've written this blog in third person as well as a story format. It's still quite long though....

dimanche le 22 mars 2009 >>
mercredi le 25 mars 2009

Sunday. A girl sits in front of her computer. A french poster lies on her bed. She stares at it, thinking of completing it, but doesn't touch it. She knows the consequences of doing this. Procrastination. Often leads to an indecent grade. Still, she does it. The girl stands up. She turns off the computer screen. She moves both feet closer to the poster. DING - DONG. BANG. The girl hears the front door open. She bursts out, leaving the poor poster behind. Her mother is home with promises of shopping. The poster is forgotten for hours. When she returns, the first thing she sees as she enters her room is the poster. She gasps. 'Didn't I finish that already?' the girl is in dismay, thinking that her life was over. This huge French project was finished...or was it. She set to work, but only finished one part out of four before sleep conquered over her. Procrastination is horrible, really.

Monday. The girl wakes. Feeling horrible. SCHOOL. The first thing she thinks of is that. Unfortunately, she isn't the type of person who looks forward to getting to school anymore. She used to be, but not anymore. She lost that eagerness to learn so mewhere between the beginning of Grade 7 and the start of Grade 8. Another unfortunate aspect. The girl enters the halls of Sir Winston Churchill, reuniting with her classmates and friends. They all agree upon one thing: Spring Break should be two weeks, not one. Unfortunately, the VSB really doesn't care what the students think. Not one bit. Not much happened on the first day, the French project wasn't due yet. Everything flew past without a mishap. But the thing is, the girl was filled with thoughts of horror. So many things she had not done, so many things were due in such a short time. PROJECTS, not homework. She was terrified of she must do. Utterly TERRIFIED.

Tuesday. A day 2. Middle Years. The girl felt like skipping school. Still, that was something she had never done ever in her life and she couldn't start doing something like that now. She braced herself for the horrors and found herself enjoying the company of her friends rather than tremble in fear of the classes. It wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be, but it certainly wasn't as good as Spring Break. No time for relaxation, only friendly chats and ongoing classes. After school, she finished her French project and began to plan out her English advertisement. She was finally on track, or was she?

Wednesday. THE GIRL MADE IT ALIVE OUT OF HER FRENCH PRESENTATION. HURRAY! She was saved from the horrors of an extremely low grade. She did better than some of the students who didn't procrastinate at all. That was sad though, for she didn't think she would do so well after all that. The girl got into a PE accident that caused her much pain. She really lost a lot of her spirit after that accident. PE. Is. Evil. She hated physical education, but at the same time she doesn't think she can live without it.

Alright, the story is over. The girl's thoughts on PE? Why can't she live without it? Well, probably because physical activity is necessary in every life. She doesn't get much physical activity outside of school, so I guess she depends on it.

Blog 2/3 over. Continue? It's your choice.