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No time for a real post, so I'll go with a list:
1) My AP Literature teacher read my essay out loud to all his classes. He didn't say my name, but a definite majority of people guessed.
2) Our journalism room has every issue of KnightLife (the school newspaper, for which I am a writer) archived. It's incredible the kind of leeway we had; interviewing gang members, writing about condom distribution, even recieving a Letter to the Editor from the principal objecting to "harshness" towards the administration. The current principle can censor every word we write.
3) My class rank pains me. Only eight spots from where I wanted to be, which in a school of 1800 is a pretty tiny margin, but enough of a margin that I'm not what I hoped. *Sigh*
4) I have now completed two college applications--Yale's and Wesleyan's. And Wesleyan didn't really count because it was just the common app. Now my only problem is getting my essays edited. My friends in college are too swamped; my friends in school have their own to write. The Journalism teacher, who taught me AP Language my junior year, agreed to; and maybe the above-mentioned AP Literature teacher will, too. Though it's rather nerve-wracking letting teachers read your attempts to discuss...you.
5) I'm leaving tomorrow for California. It's rather unfortunate that I'm just now swimming in flashbacks of Yale and Wesleyan before them, as sans visits I prefer Occidental and Pomona, but the visits would have to be pretty freaking phenomenal to compare.
6) What does it say when you're reading a story you wrote almost a year ago, read only by someone you're not in any sort of contact with anymore, and you still cringe violently at having written "someone" instead of "another body" and "happens" instead of "happened"?