Thursday, September 15th, 2005 Birmingham, My flat †Creative Writing

Thursday, September 15th, 2005 Birmingham, My flat – Creative Writing Free Online Research Papers Thursday, September 15th, 2005 Birmingham, My flat Creative Writing Well! I finally have some time to write here again! At first, I have to confess that Im a very lazy man. Im not one of those persons who are working all day, and trying to be useful to our society. I just try to live my life calmly, doing exactly the things I must do (never more) and trying to sleep the biggest number of hours I can. I just keep maintaining a diary because when Ill be older, it will be funny to look at my stupid youth thoughts. Since when I got up this morning, I could see clearly that today was going to be a horrible day. I even could say that my brain has been stopped from yesterday night until now. To start the day, I arrived ten minutes late to school, and I had to endure my French teachers tactless questions like Why are you late today? You dont look very well! Whats the matter with you? Butwhat to answer to all this? I was torn between telling him the truth, so that my only problem today was that my brain didnt want to get up, or telling him an other truth which was that I couldnt stand him, that he was the most tiresome person Ive ever known, and that I thought his lessons were just rubbish so I let my sleepy brain decide, and I just said my problem is that I must listen to you every morning, sir, saying stupid things that doesnt really interest me. There was not the least reason to say this to my teacher, but Im not actually a good lyre, so I think it was the best option. The fact is that the man go t quite angry and I was punished: I had to write an essay about what my French teacher called a day of horror, (even though I assume he didnt know he was giving me that day). As you can see, this essay could be done quite easily. In this precise moment, when I finish writing these lines in my personal diary, I see that my essay is finished. Following my lazy way of living life, Ive done two things at the same time: I have written one page in my diary, and at the same time I wrote my essay. When my French teacher will read this, he might punish me again, but at least, now he knows that I hate the French literature. Research Papers on Thursday, September 15th, 2005 Birmingham, My flat - Creative WritingStandardized TestingPersonal Experience with Teen PregnancyQuebec and CanadaWhere Wild and West MeetComparison: Letter from Birmingham and CritoAnalysis Of A Cosmetics AdvertisementThe Effects of Illegal ImmigrationCapital PunishmentHip-Hop is ArtAssess the importance of Nationalism 1815-1850 Europe