Sorry, dear, you can't ctrl+z your homework

I'm coming to love the phrase "I spent seventeen hours after school this week helping with animation." I'm rather proud I finally got to help out/accomplish something on 461. Blah blah blah brag brag brag. The one drawback to spending so much time animating (and this applies to my artwork on Corel, as well, if I've spent too much time on it) is that when I sit down to do my homework and mess something up, I can't hit "ctrl+z" and have the instant gratification of pretending I never did anything wrong. Back to reality!

My Saturday has been spent mostly working on homework and lazing around listening to some good music. While listening I went on a wild cleaning-my-room rampage that escalated to a full-on ORGANIZE THE CLOSET IT'S A WRECK THE DUST BUNNIES ARE CONSOLIDATING THEIR POWER trip. I ended up sorting through my box of papers--everything from my diary entries from age five to this box of fake Valentines that Emma sent me. (Each one with a different boy's name on it and a cheesy message like "You're the prettiest girl in class, Kira!" I never responded to the fake boys' attempts at wooing me but I did enjoy the chocolate that came with the valentines...thanks, Emma...)

In other news, my friends and I have been experimenting with Guerilla Geometry Marketing at school trying to get someone to solve this problem.

Day 1: My friend and I were working on homework in Algebra II, when my teacher walks by her desk and sees the problem lying next to her homework. Teacher picks up problem, leans against nearby desk and stares thoughtfully for approx. two minutes. Does not have problem solved by end of class. Writes it down.

Day 2: In an effort to cause more chaos in the already-crazy seventh hour Honors American Lit class, my friends and I put the problem up on the whiteboard in our English teacher's room. By the end of the day, I am bombarded with requests for me to email the problem to people. I send out a mass email.

Day 3: Friend comes to school with solution to problem that she Googled. I teasingly call her a cheater. She originally wouldn't let me send her the link for hints. I get one "answer" that is wrong during lunch. Another wrong answer during study hall. I begin to feel very superior with the solution tucked in my homework folder.

We have yet to hear from a Geometry teacher.