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In a few minutes, I leave to go to school and take the IB English test.
I didn't get as much sleep as I should have. I went to bed a little late thanks to the X-Files and (Shannen, you could probably guess this) fanfiction. Then I woke up from a dream about North Koreans taking over MVHS with the support of NHS about half an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off. Yet for some reason, I feel quite awake and alive today. I feel like I can face this test head-on and come out the winner.
But really, I don't want to beat the writing -- I want to work with it and produce something beautiful. Right now, swelling with overconfidence, I believe I can.