Senior year is finally here,

and shit gets personal.

Monday, August 17, 2009.  8:43 PM.

After a horrible night last night, I recovered and made it to school on time.  I dropped AP English 12 and got into a regular English class full of scuzzies and football players.  On a bright note, my best friend Caitlin is in that class, along with Megan, Nicole, Andrew, David, and Bart. That was first period.
Second period, I spent the entire time in the lecture hall being taught how to use the online program that we use to do online classes (credit recovery.)  I spent 2nd and 3rd periods in there.  No geometry for me!
Lunch was especially funny.  Josephine is our new exchange student from Berlin; she’s staying with the Rupe family.  Her English has gotten much better since she’s gotten here, but she’s still just cute when she doesn’t know what to say. She had to do an assignment for her History class.  It was just a map labeled with the state names; nearly every single one was spelled wrong, and the way she DID spell them was just ridiculously funny.  I can’t explain it.  I really like lunch.
Fourth period with Bruce was great.  I gave a 20 second heart-felt speech, and everyone said, “AWW!” after, even though I didn’t really mean for it to be sentimental.  I’m going to miss that class when the year is over.
Fifth period was fine.  Notes, wellness, Hughes being a smartass.  The end.
Sixth, creative writing was nice.  Simple, fun.  No homework.
The day was generally good.  I read that Mr. Kinslow passed away today, though.  While that is very, very sad, I’m happy that he isn’t suffering anymore.  The cancer had been there for just too long.  I never had him as a teacher, but I went to church with him for quite a while; he was a good man.
I really need to do some of this English homework.  Goodnight.

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