La tempête est passée, mais ce n'est pas tout. ((Friendslocked.))

Nov 16, 2006 18:45

I can't decide whether to audition for the musical- but I think I might. Soccer is getting close to winding down. Amazingly, I have kept up with school rather well, and my SATs were satisfactory enough when I took them last spring before transferring that I don't see a reason to take them again. Best of luck to those of you taking them, however.

As soon as one moment of madness has passed, another appears, though. Alfric is driving me up the wall with complaints about the underage sex he's sure is rampantly taking place. I've thought of a few things to tell him, one being to ask if he's sure he isn't jealous. Believe you me, he reads these journals, if you didn't know that before. I'm rather nauseated by the administration's assumption that all of us are so careless. There are some members of the student body, seniors in particular, who don't exactly give the general group a good reputation, but that just shows you how the Dean and others can't handle seeing students as individuals. Smutty Moll is extremely lucky that they're getting to play at another dance. Oh, Jesus, working on homecoming is destroying my soul. Emily, I'm right that you aren't able to go? If so, I envy you now...
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