When it all goes to hell will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face

Jun 02, 2006 17:56

So I'm almost a senior. Almost. Wow.

I have my schedule for next year, teachers and all. It's not what I asked for, and it's nowhere near what I wanted. But it will work. For crying out loud, I'm going to make this work.

English 12 AP- Kyle
Yearbook 1- Killeen
Micro Econ AP- Martin
Wind Ensemble- Murphy
Student Worker- Casper?

Stats and Prob. AP- Stuckey
English 12 AP- Kyle
Yearbook 2- Killeen
Wind Ensemble- Murphy
US Government- ?

English 12 AP- Kyle
Discreet Math- White
Yearbook 3- Killeen
Wind Ensemble- Murphy
Student Worker- Casper?

So there she be. One big, annoying, crazy, convoluted, uninvited, mess. I had to give up an AP I really wanted and pick up one I didn't. But for God's sake, I have to make this work. Why? Because it's my senior year. And I want one of those insanely perfect, snapshot, fairytale, look-back-on-for-the-rest-of-my-life-with-feelings-of-glee-and-butterflies-inside-me sort of senior years. Therefore, I'm going to make this work.\

What the hell? What the hell! Why is he stalking me? You don't generally run back inside a bookstore to tell a person that's hiding from you that you're learning to speak Arabic just because. I'm over him! Then again, when was I really ever all about him? I have what I want, and he's not a part of it. Someone needs to learn when to let go.

Emily Jane
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