Semester 1
G. Yearbook w/ Mr. Bencomo
A. Church w/ Mr. O’Rourke
B. APGovt w/ MRs. Haeflinger
C. CommArt w/ Mrs. Cecala
D. Physics Honors w/ Mr. Charles
E. APEngLit w/ Mrs. O’Rourke
F. Calculus w/ Mrs. Smelser


Semester 2
G. Yearbook w/ Mr. Bencomo
A. Christian Lifestyles w/ Mrs. Belanger
B. Economics w/ Mrs. Haeflinger
C. PntScl w/ Mrs. Cecala
D. Physics Honors w/ Mr. Charles
E. APEngLit w/ Mrs. O’Rourke
F. Calculus w/ Mrs. Smelser


JLGK;ADFJG K MJKAFDJNGGA; G#%!$#%!^!^%KILL ME.


The upside is I’ll never have to climb the huge demon stairs ever again. The downside being my entire schedule. Uuuugh. I won’t say too much, since I don’t want to be called down to the office because of some heated remark I wrote when I was feeling particularly passionate, but does anyone know what the hell CommArt and PntScl w/ Cecala stands for? Because I didn’t want either of those electives, and it really pisses me off that some bitches looking for the easy way through senior year probably got the classes that I actually wanted. I am in dire need of a schedule change.


Blah. I haven’t even started on my APGov homework. Anyone want to tell me what’s been happening on the news for the past 2 months?


I’m screwed. Next year, I’m planning on dying. Serious.What have I gotten myself into. And sheez, I have to start applying to colleges soon too? Crappity crap my crap. The end is near. I can feel it. I hope you all say a nice eulogy for me at my funeral.

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“Pretty soon he’s going to steal your vaginity.”


“KC wants laaaarrrge Joel. She wants his Wetzel dog.”


“I’ll be pulled out and ready.”


“It would be funnier if you were there, but you were too busy jumping on Edwin’s Wiesner.”


“Oh those little British buh-nah-nahs.”


Ok, I know I talk about him a lot, but seriously guys, you all should work out with Gilad. He’s the greatest, and I love him. Everyone needs to work out with Gilad at least once. I mean, man. What a man. One day, I’m going to have an amazing slumber party, and we’ll all watch the Dave Chappelle Show and South Park, play Dirty Minds, drink non-alcoholic beverages and be merry until 4 am, at which time, I will force all the attendees to work out with Gilad. Yes. One day. It’ll be sweet. I’m going to start plans on that right now.


PS. SAY FUCKING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KRISTEL. I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THIS IN HERE A WHILE AGO.

Lala. New banner. I don’t like it, but I was desperate for a new one. Whatever. And blah blah blah, bluh-blah blah blah.


Man. I need something to preoccupy myself with for the rest of summer. Before I start developing nasty little habits involving sex, drugs, and alcohol.