Bring it back, bring it back....
I know most of you have probably already seen this. But I wanted to bring it back for good ol London's sake.
I know most of you have probably already seen this. But I wanted to bring it back for good ol London's sake.
Your High School Years are supposed to be "the best years of your life.” How much you remember. I know for some it might be hard for you to go back that far! Copy n edit n repost on ur wall n someone elses wall!
Carter and I realized the other day that our birthdays are less than 2 weeks away. May 2nd. I must be getting older cause I used to count down starting April 2nd. Hopefully I'll have my ID by then. It's also on a Tuesday. School night. I have class that day and the next. About 3 years ago I never would have thought to get up and go to class on my day (reading period helped that a lot). But things have changed. I'll be in class on my birthday, probably spending the day before working and the day after doing the same. I'm old. I accept that.
My school in the news again. This time, not something.....well you be the judge.
...not the one that most of you may be thinking of. I did not just finish my dinner. But I do have the other one. The one that causes us all to get into trouble come this time of the year. The month of March equals, Spring Break, March Madness, the beginning of spring, my birthday's coming, and most importantly the school year is about to end, when I'll finally get to sit on my butt without feeling guilty for doing it for extended periods of time. But, now it's already April. Where did March go?, and I have senioritis like I've never had it before. I keep trying to convince my brain that this last 3 months won't be the last bit of hard work that I'll have to do, but it's not working. My brain isn't stoopid. It knows that this is the last 3 months of school I will have to go through in a long time, so it has basically shut down. I don't even fly into Minne until Wednesday and school started today. I've placed more prepreation into decorating my apartment rather than deciding which pieces I need to tackle first for my book. I'm way behind and not even concerned about picking up the pace. I guess thats what almost 19 years of school does to the brain.