Senior year is finally here,

and shit gets personal.

Thursday, August 13, 2009.  9:15 AM.

The Plato Lab is the worst idea that anyone has ever had.  I’m supposed to be doing credit recovery, but I haven’t seen a teacher either day I’ve really been in here.  So, I’m sitting here in a cubicle with Nathan, waiting for something to happen.  First period was really great, but we have our first homework assignment that’s due in class.  I should get off here.

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