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So today was definetely horrible. I went to school and I guess it was okay until I got to English. I must be failing the class. It bothers me because I worked really hard on this stupid research project thingy I had to do and because I didn't follow the criteria, I got a really bad grade. I failed it. I hate how there are no Es here...only Fs. I guess that's an incentive to try and do better though. So it's KIND of a good thing. I messed up but that's why you make mistakes...you learn from them...that will not happen on this next project. We're reading the scarlet letter and we have to write all these diary entries for either Roger Chillingworth, Dimmesdale, or Hester Pyrnne. I'm writing Hester's diary. It's pretty easy but it's time consuming. It's fun though...at least it's not research that takes you forever to find one freaking article. I really like my Psychology class. It's amazing how much you learn about the brain and what it is capable of. History is ok but it's harder because it's A.P. duh... Biology 2 is ok...It's just kind of blah....I really love my English teacher but I need to get my act together in that class because report cards come out at the end of this month. I bet Chris will get straight A's like always and I will once again have to follow his report card up with probably a not very good one this quarter. It's also really hard when you don't have block scheduling. Everything has to be done THAT night. It sucks. I met some friends...Ally, Holly, Candace, and Brittany sit with me at lunch which is good because then I don't have to sit all by my lonesome self. Foods is ok. Not really what I expected it to be but that's ok. It'll be replaced by consumer education second semester. Choir is choir. That kind opf class is helpful when you've grown up with everyone. Everyone has all these inside jokes that I don't know about. I don't really have any friends in there...except Michelle and Tyler..but they sit a ways away from me so...yeah. Then I came home from school and found out that I had to go get a Tetinous shot. It hurt really bad. I hate it when my mom doesn't tell me stuff until right before. She said she didn't want me to stress over it. I would rather have known about it before because then I would know that to expect when I came home. Instead it was, o by the way, you have to get a shot today. That shot hurt like you don't even know. I can't even move my arm. It feels like it weighs about 1,000 punds. Then my mom and I went grocery shopping and all that and she said I've been really rude lately. I'm not trying to be. And telling me right before the appointment that I have to go get a shot doesn't really help the situation either. She said that everyone has seen a change in me or whatever. Well howcome I don't see it? Howcome I don't think that I'm acting different. Even if I am, it's probably a mix of so many things. Friends is a big issue because you think you know people and they turn out to be not very nice people. My brother's friend Liz has been over a couple times. But she intimidates me. I don't know...it's just akward. We never really talk they way her and Chris do...se's a smart kid and I'm not. Not that I'm stupid... but sometimes it feels like I am. And I keep trying to be myself but..I can't. I think I'm trying to hard to fit in...I miss my friends in Virginia and I wish I could just move them up here. But I can't so I can just flush that idea down the toilet. Homecoming is on Saturday. I'm going with people I hardly know but on the plus side...my dress is really pretty and I'm really excited about it. Hopefully, that will go well...well better be getting off to bed. Until next time,
Sam
Sam