Day 94. So, as you can tell by the title, this is going to be a torturous weekend. Why? Because I have to care for a plastic baby for a school project! But more about that later, first let's talk about my day. School went alright, but it was very long. It was our first day since testing this week, which meant the first day of complete, full classes. I came early to study up for a History test, which increased the length. Anyway, after school, I was going to get my hair cut, which I desperately needed to do. On the way, I noticed two things. One, I was stressed out. I don't know why, but I was just feeling like a bunch of stress hit me. Two, I was sick. I'm starting to catch a cold, which sucks uberly (especially with the baby) So now I'll talk about the baby. It's a regular plastic baby that acts pretty lifelike. It needs to be fed, rocked, burped, and changed. At five o'clock, it turned on with a merry coo. It wasn't until about six thirty that it actually started crying and stuff. At first, I found it pretty easy. But then, things got bad. To burp it, you have to pat on its back, right? Well after finding out it didn't have to be fed or changed, I began patting on its back while rocking it (in case that was the problem) After about two minutes or so (the alotted time to care for the baby) it just stopped abruptly. If it burped, it would let out a burp. If it was rocked well, it would coo. Neither of those happened, and it just stopped. Thinking it wasn't a big deal the first time, I went on. Then, it happened again... Several times. I called my teacher and we decided that it was definately not getting burped right. So she told me that if I missed them all, she'd modify my grade since I told her. But that's not the worst part about it. The worst part? Feeding! I have to sit for 10-30 minutes holding a bottle to its mouth. It's torture! It gets so boring after awhile. But you know what, that's not even the worst part. The REAL worst part? It's been on for six hours. It's done after fourty-eight hours. That means, I have fourty-two hours left to care for a malfunctioning child. Wish me luck, guys. I'll need it. More about Paul (that's what I named him) will come tomorrow. Until then, seeya!
Question of the day: Ever had to do a similar project for school? What were your results (emotionally and academically ((grade wise)))?
Question of the day: Ever had to do a similar project for school? What were your results (emotionally and academically ((grade wise)))?
I had the option to take home one of those fake babies before but unsurprisingly enough I decided against it, haha.
