It doesn't count when you accidentally skip class right?
I know how that sounds, like some cock and bull story that a kid would tell to get out of detention. But seriously, I'm going to school tomorrow and asking for detention because I feel horrible about the whole thing. But I have an honest good reason because I AM NOT THE KIND OF PERSON WHO CUTS CLASS! I promise.
When I read I get sucked into the book and don't surface for anything, unless someone yells my name while shaking me so I lose my spot on the page. I'm serious, World War 111 could start and I wouldn't realize until a bullet slammed into my body. I can read for the entire day - forget to eat, move, hydrate - and I won't really notice. My Mom calls it me going into a coma. Truthfully this is all Mrs. Social Studies Class Teacher's fault because she gave me the book.
The book in question is First Light, a story about a boy and a girl who are cousins but have never met each other. The Girl, Thea (can't tell if it's said Tia or Thea) who lives under the ice of Greenland where her people fled to from medieval Britain. She's never seen the sun or sky, never felt wind and she wants to find a way to expand her people's land but she ends up finding a path to the surface. The boy is taken by his father to Greenland for researching the glaciers. I loved the book, it had so many twists and turns and it was a descriptive paradise that I loved. I loved it a bit too much though.
I recently came back from a basketball tournament (we got 4th place out of 6 teams, I know... pitiful) where I pulled a muscle. It really hurt and I couldn't do Gym today so my teacher sent me to the library to read a book. This book was the before mentioned First Light, which I ended up finishing in that one sitting. I looked around, saw my friends walking away and assumed the were walking to fourth block.
Turns out that they were going to the buses because school was over. Yes, I'd been so absorbed in my book that I'd missed the last block. But honestly it wasn't entirely my fault (mostly it was but not totally) because our school has no fourth block bell, the librarians didn't call out their usual "Time to go Middle School!" warning, and the author was just so stinking good that I couldn't put the book down.
Not my fault right? ...Nah, it was my fault. I'm just a retard person who gets sucked into books and loses all track of time, causing a probable telling off in the future.
Yeah, that's my fascinating story into the life of a writing/reading -aholic who can't keep her head straight enough to notice that 3 hours had gone by, taking 2 class periods and a chance to improve my spanish grade with it. Yup... I'm such a dumby.
Irish Princess (in my dreams)
Rabecca
I know how that sounds, like some cock and bull story that a kid would tell to get out of detention. But seriously, I'm going to school tomorrow and asking for detention because I feel horrible about the whole thing. But I have an honest good reason because I AM NOT THE KIND OF PERSON WHO CUTS CLASS! I promise.
When I read I get sucked into the book and don't surface for anything, unless someone yells my name while shaking me so I lose my spot on the page. I'm serious, World War 111 could start and I wouldn't realize until a bullet slammed into my body. I can read for the entire day - forget to eat, move, hydrate - and I won't really notice. My Mom calls it me going into a coma. Truthfully this is all Mrs. Social Studies Class Teacher's fault because she gave me the book.
The book in question is First Light, a story about a boy and a girl who are cousins but have never met each other. The Girl, Thea (can't tell if it's said Tia or Thea) who lives under the ice of Greenland where her people fled to from medieval Britain. She's never seen the sun or sky, never felt wind and she wants to find a way to expand her people's land but she ends up finding a path to the surface. The boy is taken by his father to Greenland for researching the glaciers. I loved the book, it had so many twists and turns and it was a descriptive paradise that I loved. I loved it a bit too much though.
I recently came back from a basketball tournament (we got 4th place out of 6 teams, I know... pitiful) where I pulled a muscle. It really hurt and I couldn't do Gym today so my teacher sent me to the library to read a book. This book was the before mentioned First Light, which I ended up finishing in that one sitting. I looked around, saw my friends walking away and assumed the were walking to fourth block.
Turns out that they were going to the buses because school was over. Yes, I'd been so absorbed in my book that I'd missed the last block. But honestly it wasn't entirely my fault (mostly it was but not totally) because our school has no fourth block bell, the librarians didn't call out their usual "Time to go Middle School!" warning, and the author was just so stinking good that I couldn't put the book down.
Not my fault right? ...Nah, it was my fault. I'm just a retard person who gets sucked into books and loses all track of time, causing a probable telling off in the future.
Yeah, that's my fascinating story into the life of a writing/reading -aholic who can't keep her head straight enough to notice that 3 hours had gone by, taking 2 class periods and a chance to improve my spanish grade with it. Yup... I'm such a dumby.
Irish Princess (in my dreams)
Rabecca
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