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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    If I was to throw this, would you care? :: Tuesday, November 18, 2003 ::

    So today was fairly noneventful. Photo was boring, as usual...Honors A was a class meant for people who actually want to pursue acting as a career (Not me) and so it was boring...Physics was a bit of a mess for the first thirty minutes because the class and teacher had to decide the best way to teach the material since we have no teacher and chances are, we won't have a teacher for a long loooooong time. Which is why most of us really want Sean Walder to teach us because that way we might stand a chance of passing the AP Exam. The way things are going now, we are fucked. Not just screwed, that's too weak of a word...we are FUCKED. Ideas ranged from Sean teaching to Sean and Simon teaching to Simon's dad volunteering.

    But still...things are not looking good. Except for the fact the substitute is going to try to give us all A's for the quarter since we have nothing to be graded on.

    Then Pre-Cal which was nice because it was a review of material I had all ready learned so now I know all of it and am perfect it. And my homework for section 4.1 is done.

    Then the Thespian meeting...which was long and mostly pertained to the Thespians helping out with an event that will take place when I'm out of town. And Secret Santa's. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad as to who I got because there's just too many evil things I can give to them...or "make" for them.

    So...everybody but me went to NCTC...and everybody but me is going to the next contest. And thus jealousy flows through my veins. I hate typing that because I don't want anybody going to feel sorry for me or whatever, but it's going to be two days this time, and once again, I'll be stuck here in Charlotte.

    *Sigh*

    Just a quick note: Ever wondered what it would be like if people knew? I was just rereading your note and that made me think about it.

    Current Mood: Tired
    Current Music: Live - Lightning Crashes

    :: Nick Tuesday, November 18, 2003 [+] ::
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