HELLO LOVES! I'm sure you've all forgotten me by now, seeing as I had to stop writing when school started, but I'm back and it's summer vacay, so I'll be able to write more! Thank Renegade Chaos for getting me to start writing again. SO GO LOVE HER! … In a nonsexual way. She's taken .

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February 22,

Dear Diary,

Remember those English lessons from a few days ago?

Well, let's just say they didn't go that well, and Mr. Wonka grew bored of "teaching" Meddigar English, and made it my job. Joy. It didn't go much better than Mr. Wonka's attempt at teaching, but at least Meddigar didn't walk away. I've decided to use a bribing method to teach him. If he does well, I give him a cocoa bean (goodness knows we have enough to spare here) and if he doesn't do well, then no bean for him.

Our first lesson went something like this:

We were sitting in a makeshift classroom (aka – a tiny table with a tiny chair for Meddigar, and human-sized table and human-sized chair for myself). We each had a pad of paper in front of us, which, at first, Meddigar only stared at. I tried to demonstrate to him how to draw the letter "A" but he didn't get it. Eventually, I just guided his hand in the shape of an A (much like what mothers would do for their children when they, too, were first learning to write). Unfortunately, once he got the hang of it, he immediately sprang up and started drawing A's all over the factory walls. I regret, now, giving him that permanent marker. Mr. Wonka is going to kill me. Or, at least, the world's supply of permanent markers.

Well, at least he learned something, anyways.

Oh. Crap.

There's Mr. Wonka, and he looks… well, confused.

Be right back, then, while I go explain exactly what happened to his precious factory.

Melissa

(Still Feb. 22nd

Well, once again I am astounded my Mr. Wonka. I didn't get in trouble for Meddigar writing on the walls.

However, I am in trouble for "AAAAAAAA" not being a word.

Our conversation…or rather, his conversation, since I really had no say in anything, went like this:

"Melissa, are you aware of what Meddigar has done to my factory"

I opened my mouth to apologize, but Mr. Wonka continued teaching.

"The last time I checked a dictionary, 'AAAA' isn't a word. Now, admittedly, I haven't read a dictionary in a long time, but I highly doubt that 'AAAA' is now a word."

Again, I opened my mouth, this time to question if he had ever read a dictionary, but again he continued talking.

"Now, if you can't complete these lessons on your own, I'm just going to have to work on them with you"

I opened my mouth a third time, to remind him of his last attempts at lessons, but shut my mouth instead, figuring that he would just keep talking, which he did.

"Well, stop gaping like a fish. Fish do not belong in chocolate factories, they belong in lakes, and since there are no lakes near here, you can't be a fish."

And with that, he walked off. And I gaped. Like a fish. Maybe I should move near somewhere with a lake.

I think tomorrow is going to be one big, huge disaster.

Until then,

Melissa.