Ring Ring Ring Bananna Phone!
“And every time I think I’ve finally made it, I learn I’m farther away than I have ever been before. I see the clock and it’s ticking away, and the hourglass empty, what the fuck do I have to say…”
Graduation is ticking closer; my last day of school is in exactly a week. The only way I am going to pass is if I crack down on this fucking math course (maybe Saturday night while I’m at Jamie’s if she still wants me there) and to pass both of my final exams in my English courses. I know I can do it. Right? I’ve done this every year, skimmed by and barely made it, but each year, somehow I do. I can do it again…right? I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can…