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I'm back from Tyler Place and I'm so bored. May as well give a shout out? Ok so HEYYY to Will, Kelly, Lachlan, Leah, Anthony, Josh, Tom, Mary, and everyone else who I'm too lazy to type :-D I actually miss you guys.
So now the countdown to preseason is on. Only 3 more days of freedom NOOOO!! God I hate preseason with a fiery passion of a thousand suns. "Why bother?" you ask. "I have no idea" I reply.
So. Junior year. Gonna be a bitch. Seriously I have no clue how I am going to survive. Let's talk scheduling, shall we? Okay so I'm taking 3 AP classes, 1 Honors class, 4 shows (Drama Club, One Act, Showcase, Playbill) which take up all my time after school, volleyball in the fall, weight room in the winter, plus numerous elective classes, plus concert choir, plus jazz band, plus voice lessons once a week, plus kickboxing at least once a week, plus having a LIFE outside of school, a considerably difficult feat. Mother of pearl. I seriously don't know why I book myself up all year. It's just that I can't really give anything up. The AP classes I want to take because A) I know I can do it and I'm smart enough or else they wouldn't let me into the classes and B) it looks good on my resumé. And I will never ever give up any shows at school. I would give up classes before that. So I'm in all the shows at school. And I wouldn't have it any other way since theater is one of the few school-related things that I thoroughly enjoy. And I have to play 2 sports per year so that's out. So goes my schedule, which, most of the time, includes me leaving the house at 7:30am and returning after 9 most days, and other days at 6:30.
Crap.
Well, I'm off to finish my summer reading, currently I'm working on Moby-Dick. 600 FUCKING PAGES ABOUT A WHALE! Honestly, Herman Melville, who cares?
Obviously he did because he wrote 600 FUCKING PAGES ABOUT A WHALE.
Ok wow I feel better.
Ta-Ta for now.
Hearts and Flowers, spread the love bitches. <3 han
I'm back from Tyler Place and I'm so bored. May as well give a shout out? Ok so HEYYY to Will, Kelly, Lachlan, Leah, Anthony, Josh, Tom, Mary, and everyone else who I'm too lazy to type :-D I actually miss you guys.
So now the countdown to preseason is on. Only 3 more days of freedom NOOOO!! God I hate preseason with a fiery passion of a thousand suns. "Why bother?" you ask. "I have no idea" I reply.
So. Junior year. Gonna be a bitch. Seriously I have no clue how I am going to survive. Let's talk scheduling, shall we? Okay so I'm taking 3 AP classes, 1 Honors class, 4 shows (Drama Club, One Act, Showcase, Playbill) which take up all my time after school, volleyball in the fall, weight room in the winter, plus numerous elective classes, plus concert choir, plus jazz band, plus voice lessons once a week, plus kickboxing at least once a week, plus having a LIFE outside of school, a considerably difficult feat. Mother of pearl. I seriously don't know why I book myself up all year. It's just that I can't really give anything up. The AP classes I want to take because A) I know I can do it and I'm smart enough or else they wouldn't let me into the classes and B) it looks good on my resumé. And I will never ever give up any shows at school. I would give up classes before that. So I'm in all the shows at school. And I wouldn't have it any other way since theater is one of the few school-related things that I thoroughly enjoy. And I have to play 2 sports per year so that's out. So goes my schedule, which, most of the time, includes me leaving the house at 7:30am and returning after 9 most days, and other days at 6:30.
Crap.
Well, I'm off to finish my summer reading, currently I'm working on Moby-Dick. 600 FUCKING PAGES ABOUT A WHALE! Honestly, Herman Melville, who cares?
Obviously he did because he wrote 600 FUCKING PAGES ABOUT A WHALE.
Ok wow I feel better.
Ta-Ta for now.
Hearts and Flowers, spread the love bitches. <3 han