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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

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    :: Monday, December 08, 2003 ::

    Today didn't really exist, I've decided. It was really just "The Aftermath of the Civil War"...apparently, our grade was so...into it that even the teachers wanted it to end. Mrs. Sigmon heard Rachel and I discussing it and had this exasperated sigh and asked if it was still going on.

    Heidi is Lee, which I'm fine with. I think she'll do a really good job and everybody should send her some note of encouragement because she's got a lot to deal with. The only thing I'm remotely kind of...unhappy about is that Liz didn't vote and that Lydia would have voted for me had she been there and so, at the very least, we would have tied. Oh well. She beat me by one vote. She'll be fine though. Good luck, Heidi!

    What else...Physics would not end and I was only in there for an hour (I seized the oppurtunity to go to A lunch and take pictures of sophomores) and it was just...bleh. Even Heidi was falling asleep at some points. I think that, ultimately, I understand it better with Mr. Tam, but Dillard made it interesting.

    Yearbook was...well...it was. I got to correct the names of the sophomores so I got to look at the entire school pictures file...and some of these pictures are hysterical. Most of them are the junior pictures, but that's because I have a theory that in sixth grade, you really care what your school picture looks like. By eleventh grade, you just want it over with. Then Rachel and I discussed the Civil War. She's going to be Grant for the Union. I kind of laughed when she said she had wanted me to be Lee because she knew she was going all out in arguing and she knew I would do the same thing and she wanted to stage a mini battle in Joyce's room. She then told me the Union was afraid of me because of my Tennessee question...ha ha ha!

    So...yep. Leaving for Washington DC tomorrow. Looking foward to it. I'm going to miss everybody. Well...some more than others. If somebody brings a laptop I'll try to send out some e-mails.

    Teacher Quotes of the Day

    (Screaming down the D-Hall) DOES ANYBODY HAVE ANY WITE-OUT?!
    -Mr. Joyce

    I'm representin' the West Side
    -Mr. Whiteside

    Current Mood: If you ever get a chance when you're pretty happy...just sit back, close your eyes and smile. That's how I feel. It's like I finally have a moment of calm
    Current Music: Oasis - Some Might Say

    :: Nick Monday, December 08, 2003 [+] ::
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