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The upside to being brilliant at Eng Comp classes is that when I took my two-month summer class, I literally didn't bother to do two weeks of work because I'd have an A anyway.

I feel like karma is biting me in the ass now for that. The last two days, Mum has been doing her Eng Comp stuff, as she is taking the class now, and is constantly asking me questions. As in, every ten minutes, another question. What's a thesis, is this a good one, how do you spell such and such, how do I double space, ad nauseum.

I love my mother. She's goddamn awesome. But if it's going to be like this the entire school year, I am going to kill her.