h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's sunday night. the teachers have been "on strike" since the end of the day on friday. no one knows what's happening tomorrow. Some say they're going to resolve it all tonight (just before the 11 o'clock news says my grandmother), others are already planning what to do with the free time. so I'm sitting here writing a stupid english essay about my memories of early literacy (i'm cheating, thesse memories aren't really so early) in fear that i might have to go tomorrow. damn the bureaucracy! it would make it so much easier if i didn't have to go, then i woulnd't have to decide between a volleyball game and my cousin's bris. my grandmother gave me a lecture about it that my mother called "emotional blackmail" saying i *should* go to the bris to see the family, make her happy blah blah blah. too much homework, life sucks, sleep well, have a vacation and call me in the morning.