Well, this is how it all started. Every student in the school had to do a reflection on how they felt about Haiti. Whoever did the best answer for a question, those people would be chosen to be part of the documentary. Guess who got chosen? Me.
It never struck me that I would be chosen for this thing. I mean, the answer wasn't even that good. Today my homeroom teacher sent me to another teacher without me knowing what I was going to do. I guess she wanted it to be a surprise. Yeah, very nice surprise there. T__T Anyways, I got there and the teacher told me to follow the two students, one was holding and camera and one was holding a mic. In my mind I was like, "oh shit, I'm screwed." -sigh- I did one take. ONE TAKE. I watched it and I felt like crying. It was so horrible. I hate my voice and I hated how I looked. They just had to pick a day where I didn't feel like dressing up. This feels like an "fml" moment but I just hate saying that. Don't you?
Here I am. Whining and ranting about this little thing that I turn into a big thing. I don't even feel like doing my homework. I think I should do it now though. I sound like a nerd.
By the way, an update on the whole pillows thing. It's doing pretty good. Everything is going as planned and the business proposal was approved thanks to my awesome writing skillz. ^__^\/
Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key.
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