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So, tomorrow is the first Final-Exam day, and Thursday is the second final day, besides being the last day of school.
Tomorrow, I've got my English, French, and Introduction to Business finals; the Intro final involves me wearing a skirt and heels to a stupid interview, because that's what my teacher decided to have as our final. Yay me. Like, not.
Thursday consists of Computer Applications, Biology, and Choir. Choir, I'm not looking forward to at ALL, because we have to sing for the teacher- and our song is recorded. I'm not what you'd call a confident singer, so this isn't a pleasant thing to do. I fact, I still haven't decided what song I want to sing. I hate my voice; unfortunately, I love choir. My teacher, among other people, wants me to reconsider my decision to stay in the lower choir for next year, and wants me to move up to the AC choir, but I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. Why everybody else does, I don't know, but I'm happy in Bel Canto.
This year, my freshman year, has certainly been an interesting one. For starters, I dated- and dumped- my first boyfriend. What a mess that turned out to be...I had no idea what I was getting into, and rushed into the relationship five weeks after meeting him, and subsequently discovered that he was both clingy and suicidal. Fun mix, huh? Especially when the other half of the relationship has issues with being touched and loves personal space, and is utterly incapable of dealing with emotions other than happy. Let's just say it went badly, okay?
I didn't have any classes with the guy of my dreams, who I've been crushing on since the first week of eighth grade (yeah, you'd think it would have dissipated by now, but no, it hasn't). That was rather irritating, and it got worse when I learned he actually enjoys the company of my sister, who I hate. His older sister, a graduating senior, and my sister, also a grad, are best friends- and he's pretty close to his sister, moreso than most siblings. Thus, I got to spend no time with him, at all.
I started the first semester in one-half of the accelerated core classes, English and Geography. I dropped that at the semester, for Advanced English and Computer Apps, which is one of the few GOOD decisions I've made all year.
I got routinely hit on by a junior friend of mine, and a freshman who moved to Grants Pass partway through the first semester; I miss him a lot, because he could always make me smile, even he had just pissed me off. Silly boy...
I did theatre; I was in a play called Our Town, written and produced originally by Thorten Wilder. Acting in and of itself is fun, but the director made me want to kill something, especially when I went to rehearsal in tears because I'd just found out that my ex had tried to kill himself, and the directer would not let me leave. He's an a**, but I like theatre well enough to put up with him, much as it pains me to do so.
Second semester wasn't as interesting as first, besides me getting food poinsoning and my period in the same four days. I was in so much pain during that...I missed four days of school, one of which was because of a biology fieldtrip to the Coal Rivers hatchery, and the...Something-or-other hatchery. We also went to the Avenue of Giant Boulders, on the Rogue River. I looked like a giant had taken the rocks and flung them over the cliffside, and let them lay where they landed. It was so cool, ignoring the sharp, aching pains in my abdomen. The busride back home was pure torture, so I called my dad and asked him to pick me up. I did not want to walk home after that.
I learned that I have a talent for characterization, because in every piece involving serious characters, in any way, people have really been able to connect to them. I wish I knew why, but I don't, and that's alright. As long as people are happy, I'm happy. I write for others, after all, no fun if I write just for myself. Besides, the movies in my head are so much better than anything I could put on paper.
I made a pretty good friend in my French class- her name is Rebecca Menke, but we all call her Becc. I've known her since seventh grade, but after Stacey moved, she and I started talking more and more, and we heat off each other in our classwork. We talk about everything imaginable, besides porn. Somehow, it just hasn't come up in our conversations, which is rather odd considering we talk about sex and mentruation and guys, all of which can be connected to porn. Becc's pretty awesome, and she writes, so that's even cooler.
One of my best friends, Kirsten, has discovered she's seriously crushing on my ex- not that I have a proble with this. I only have a problem with him having aything to do with her, because she's innocent and naive and he's a scumbag. Unfortunately, as these this are wont to happen, she won't listen and Josh is too oblivious to try and talk through her thick skull. She'll actually listen to him, because he's also one of her crushes- and he knows this. Thankfully, he just kinda brushed this off when he found out, so there were no hurt feelings. Tons of people (mostly the many, many girls that surround him) complement him, and either he doesn't understand, or he doesn't care that people LIKE him. He can be a bit of a idiot sometimes. Once, another friend and I were having a conversation on whether or not Josh would be a top or a bottom, and he had no idea what we were talking about. He also doesn't know what smut is, foreplay, or a bunch of other things that escape me at the moment. But he's awesome, and really great as friends go, even if he won't let me take pictures of him...
Sierra, a good friend of mine from seventh grade started hanging out with me a lot more since Allyssa dumped her as a friend, so I integratd her into our little group. Josh says she's the only sane female he knows, and he also says Kirsten and I scare off all the males, so he has no male friends at KU. Poor wittle Joshie, who got that nickname by daring to call me Brie-Brie. Thou shalt not call me Brie-Brie! Cheese-cheese, however, works fine.
I don't think anything else really happened this year, besides a*****e screwing with me and Sierre.
You see, he asked me out. I said no, I'm not ready for a relationship. Okay, he says, and next thing I know, he's gone and asked out Sierra. I'm reasonably upset at this, and ask him why he did this, after him saying he genuinely liked me. In an e-mail, he said he really liked me still and wanted to take out friendship to a new level. In real life, he said I didn't want a relationship and he was fine with that. He kept pressuring Sierra, and I snapped, called him out on it, and hit him. He still followed her around, and hasn't gotten the idea that I will hurt him if he bothers her again yet. See why he's named a*****e?
This year has gone by so, so fast. I'm glad it's over, but at the same time, I'm sad. I'm that much closer to going into the world on my own, and it's a scary thought.
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