My parents had to come to a stupid IEP this morning. That's where your counselor sits down with them and goes over your strengths and weaknesses and schedule and any problems and all your teachers get to come in and tattle on you and they try to make your class schedule as hard as they can.
They also try to embarrass you and ask about your potty training and if you were bottle or breast fed (which is supposed to explain my fascination with naked boobs, but I think that's just normal and that my history class has at least 9 sets of the worlds most perfect knockers and I wish that I could get more up close and personal with them).
Anyway, my parents want me to take French next year. French! It's basically a dead language, except in France and parts of Canada. I want to be a scientist, and you need German or Russian or Japanese, not to croak like a frog...
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