| Cussing Up a Storm Too many cuss words have disgraced my ears these past few weeks. Of course I have not been burned neither have I fallen. Still, those are not reasons to cuss if one's minds is set against it. Someone else's parents has attempted to teach him not to cuss. One of my coworkers said that his mother took his phone because he said eff it. In my own situation, I have been taught to say "...to have a bowel movement," but I have heard "...to take a s---" so many times that I almost said it the other day. Regardless, I do not intend to cuss. I am unenlightened to think that cuss words are "sentence enhancers" neither am I rebellious toward my parents or God in that area.
I figured it out: Johnny was in the wrong class because I saw him in another one. Wow. |
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| Employee of the Month!!! Today the supervisors presented the honor of Employee of the Month to me. I was making Sno Cones in the Sno Shack and Ms. "Holly" or "Bright-headed" (What should I call her?) put a sign that said Employee of the Month
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May 2008 I got excited and finished making the sno cones I was putting syrup on. She said that she had my coupons and gift certificates for me when I went on break. I could hardly stop smiling for the rest of the afternoon. Wow! I am Employee of the Month! I don't even know why. |
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| Giving It Away Today I bought his food or was it his friend's? The guy I paid for is one of the lifeguards I find especially attractive. Anyway, I didn't want to be short and guidelines did I have for not doing so? |
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| The strange dream This morning I had a strange dream that one of the guys I work with celebrated a dating anniversary with my last roommate of this year. To make things stranger, there was an order or something for a LOT of chicken fries which is something we cook at Water World. Wow, maybe I should find something to divert my mind before I go to bed. |
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| The First Day of English II -Retry- I am sitting in my Eng... I got out of my first English class of English Comp II twenty minutes ago. My class wasn't as long as the allotted time. Sadly, my professor's mother-in-law died. Thus, he did not come to class for he was in Mississippi at the funeral, but he did send a substitute. When I have purchased my book and goott out of this line, I'll tell you what I have to read.
My mom told me to do a "dry run" on Monday to see how long it would take for me to get her. I woke up late, left late, and arrived seven minutes late... because I had to detour to a gas station. After registering, I used the campus map to find the building that would house my class. I walked inside looking for classroom 110. I thought to the left that the door said 180. Thus I veered to the right, but that door said 130 and as I continued walking in that direction, the numbers increased. Then I walked to the other side. It turned out that the door said 108 and my classroom was on the opposite wall. ... I have to read the introduction the the poetry section, the sections about figurative language and symbolism, "The Lamb", "The Tyger", and "Dover Beach." That doesn't look like too much. Oh, by the way, one of the seniors who graduated the year before was in my class today. I think he recognized me, but why would he? We only had three classes together. We'll see what happens next Wednesday. |
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