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So I get home from a long drive home with my family (approximately 8 hours including the stop at a fabulous mall in Knoxville) and I play the messages on the answering machine. One from my mom's best friend asking why I didn't show up for the Girls State picture for the paper. Excuse me? Girls State picture? Well, too bad nobody ever mentioned it to me. The other alternate was apparently important enough to be in it. But it's not even that I don't get to have my smiling face in the paper (it's been in there an infinity amount of times anyhow) it's that nobody cared to tell me. I hate that school. I am so ready to give up. I'm overworked and underappreciated. Sound like I'm whining? Good. I only whine to my family and to the unlucky souls who read this thing.