On a more serious note, though.
Connor's judicial is tomorrow. I know most of you probably don't know what that means, so. I'm gonna.. explain.
Connor was caught with traces of chemicals in him that showed he had been doing drugs. This leads to him being what we call "separated" which is essentially a temporary expulsion. Tomorrow is the judicial, which is where he literally goes into a room with jurors and a judge, who will decide if he gets back in or not.
...
I know Connor's been struggling with drugs, but he got so high this past Saturday night that he can't remember anything, and that scared him. He spoke to people on Sunday, threw out everything he had, and asked people to watch him and make sure he didn't get near any of that stuff again. He came clean and told me all this... and... this is the third time he's broken this promise to me, that he stopped, but this time I can tell he means it because he's asked so many people to help him.
...
I'm really tired. I woke up today for the PSAT (which was ridiculously easy) but I almost cried upon waking up because it felt like every single muscle in my back had been strained. I can hardly bend over and I don't even know why. And then I just... I don't know.
I haven't cried at all over this whole thing, all of the drug stuff, but... today I just... totally broke down. Once was just quiet, because I was trying to preserve some of my dignity, since I was in one of the offices at Log Lodge, but in the library... some of my friends asked what was wrong, and I just burst into tears. I don't sob like that over just anything; it was so embarrassing, and now my head hurts and my eyes are dry... augh.
Anyways... I just... I've written a small letter that they'll look at at the judicial, which will hopefully help his chances of getting back in...
...
I feel too emotional. I'm sorry you guys. I don't like talking about myself, but I'm so frustrated and tired and I feel so upset and--there's this odd sense of despair in me. I don't know--I just--I'm sorry. No, I'm done. I can't talk about it anymore. I'm so mad at him but I'm scared and I just want him to come back so I can slap him and hug him and cry and--shit. He's one of my best friends; I can't imagine being here without him.
I'm done. I'm sorry, I'm sorry--I'm finished. I am.
Connor was caught with traces of chemicals in him that showed he had been doing drugs. This leads to him being what we call "separated" which is essentially a temporary expulsion. Tomorrow is the judicial, which is where he literally goes into a room with jurors and a judge, who will decide if he gets back in or not.
...
I know Connor's been struggling with drugs, but he got so high this past Saturday night that he can't remember anything, and that scared him. He spoke to people on Sunday, threw out everything he had, and asked people to watch him and make sure he didn't get near any of that stuff again. He came clean and told me all this... and... this is the third time he's broken this promise to me, that he stopped, but this time I can tell he means it because he's asked so many people to help him.
...
I'm really tired. I woke up today for the PSAT (which was ridiculously easy) but I almost cried upon waking up because it felt like every single muscle in my back had been strained. I can hardly bend over and I don't even know why. And then I just... I don't know.
I haven't cried at all over this whole thing, all of the drug stuff, but... today I just... totally broke down. Once was just quiet, because I was trying to preserve some of my dignity, since I was in one of the offices at Log Lodge, but in the library... some of my friends asked what was wrong, and I just burst into tears. I don't sob like that over just anything; it was so embarrassing, and now my head hurts and my eyes are dry... augh.
Anyways... I just... I've written a small letter that they'll look at at the judicial, which will hopefully help his chances of getting back in...
...
I feel too emotional. I'm sorry you guys. I don't like talking about myself, but I'm so frustrated and tired and I feel so upset and--there's this odd sense of despair in me. I don't know--I just--I'm sorry. No, I'm done. I can't talk about it anymore. I'm so mad at him but I'm scared and I just want him to come back so I can slap him and hug him and cry and--shit. He's one of my best friends; I can't imagine being here without him.
I'm done. I'm sorry, I'm sorry--I'm finished. I am.