I'm halfway through my senior year of high school. And I'm nostalgic already.
Except school slightly sucks, so not really. I might get my first "B" since tenth grade academic access English this marking period [in American Studies II, which, since I'm an American, you'd think I wouldn't have any problems with]. :O Isn't that exciting?
Whatevz, I'm in college already. But there's a little part of me that wants to be valedictorian, so I might just have to not fail the rest of the school year. We'll see.
Watched The Birdcage [<3!] & Ever After [<3!] this weekend. & went to the library & got about a bazillion books on the 1920s out for my research paper. Which isn't even due yet. How organised am I?
Because a certain gym teacher is not certified to teach ickle sophomores how to swim/not do drugs, our gym teacher is teaching his class, so we now have this certain other gym teacher on Mondays & Wednesdays.
It's super because he's a bit creepy & says things like, "girls, I understand if you have your period and don't want to participate; you just have to communicate with me" & is rumoured to have slept with a female student at his last school. Cool, huh? I love pervy gym teachers. [As does she & she.]
PS: I like boys. & the colour pink. A lot. [In case you forgot during my brief blogging hiatus.]

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