I'm concerned about SATs on Saturday. Actually, I'm terrified. I just took a practice test Dad downloaded from collegeboard.com and I got 640 on my verbal. Eh. Wellesley average is 671. I didn't attempt the math portion yet...I'll fall asleep with 40 minutes and honestly, I'm shaking in my boots. Math terrifies me. Every time I pick up a calculator I see visions of radien circles and hear "The bus driver was American" over and over in my mind. It's going to be a very long three hours...

I was the victim of ju-jitsu lessons during gym today. I have the skinned elbow to prove it. If Veiga comes up to you and offers a "friendly hug", don't do it.

Mr. Starz is back, which means another exciting episode of How Far Can Guidance Manipulate Ms. Preston Before They Get a Stilletto in Their Moniter? Tomorrow I'm going up there to see how much they will be screwing me next year. I look forward to the conversation.
"I see here that you were planning on taking Ap English, Calculus, Theatre II and III, as well as concert choir?"
"Yes"
"And that's what you want?"
"Yes. The Class Request sheet has acheived it's purpose."
"Well, according to my computer, those classes are scheduled at the same time."
"All of them? But-"
"I'm very sorry but the master schedule doesn't allow for a curriculum as...varied...as yours."
"Excuse me? So the fact that I have diverse interests hinders me from aquiring a schedule that allows me to persue subjects that pertain to me?"
"Yes."
"And as a result of the "master schedule", I will be restricted to classes that do not fulfill the requirements of the colleges I will be applying to, thus resulting in my unpreparation for life after highschool and the general squandering of my youth?"
"Yes."
"So my entire highschool career has been in vain?"
"Well, not entirely...I see you have an opening block 3. How about band class?"



ash @ 9:18 PM