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[25 Apr 2009|09:43am] |
My patience with overly emotional idiots has been used up for the year. Yes, this whole situation was startling and even a bit like the stuff out of nightmares and made all of our lives difficult, but that did not give you an excuse to do whatever you wanted or act like a complete dunce. I mean really. I expected more out of AT LEAST the seventh years- you all are nearly adults.
If I see another penis again it will be too soon.
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| two; on the lack of dreaming |
[25 Jan 2009|01:30pm] |
So this hasn't been an incredibly realistic nightmare. Emily Potter really is head girl.
In more pleasant news, it seem that the first years this year have quite a bit more common sense than the ones last year, which is quite a relief. The first years in my house also appear to be recognising and respecting my authority. That is always a smart move. I have suggested to one or two of the tolerable brighter ones to start a study group. If it fits in with my schedule I may offer myself as a tutor.
A tutor to the first years. Don't ask me to help you with your homework.
Also, in response to Minister Weasley ugh they're everywhere I'm wondering how much it cost to rent out and organize the Knight Bus and portkeys which delivered every single student to school. I'm sure that 'bloody train' is at least much easier to organise, if not less expensive in man-hours.
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| one; on the appointment of head girl |
[13 Jan 2009|10:26pm] |
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If I was a silly and overly emotional person, I would spend this entire entry with complaints about how I'm not Head Girl and question whether I'm really good enough to be given that responsibility, but we all know the truth; this school is dominated by the Weasleys and Potters. It was silly and irresponsible for me to even consider the possibility that there was even a sliver of a chance that the proper prefect would be selected for Head Girl.
It's the school's loss. I mean, EMILY POTTER?
Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go read one of literature's great tragedies and consider the firey, spiraling death that awaits our once great institution of higher learning.
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