Confessions of A Working Girl

My 12 o clock class was canceled today. Which in some ways is a pain, since I still have 1 and 2 o clock classes. So I’m sitting here and I’m bored. I don’t really want to start something, because then I’ll be annoyed that I don’t have enough time to finish.

There’s really no excuse for being bored since I probably have a lot to do…including an essay that’s due on Wednesday…but boredom is not ‘not having anything to do’. Boredom is ‘not feeling like doing anything that you could do.’

Anyway…the Touchstones teacher decided that we’re going to read Hamlet next. I read Hamlet in…uh…10th grade, I think. But my copy of it is at my house, not here at school. I didn’t want to buy another copy since I already have one, possibly two. (I got Oliver Twist though, I didn’t have that yet. And it was a copy from 1941! )I was going to check the school library for it, and I probably still will, but Vivian has a copy. And she has threatened that if anything happens to that copy…