Tomorrow is technically the last day of school. I still don't really know how I feel about that. Does anyone else feel like the end of each year should be marked at the end of summer instead of January? I know there's no way that could ever be enforced since everyone is set on January, but the first day of school always feels much more like the beginning of a new year. It feels more like a new year because everything becomes different once you go back to school, whereas January is kind of in the middle of everything. Then again, not everyone goes to school or ever stops going to work during the year, so I guess that doesn't really apply to them.
This week has mostly been nothingness. Mrs. Minutola is still making my blood pressure rise, I'm still failing Algebra even after I managed to pass my last test of the year (I'm not counting on my final to pull me through with a miraculous D-), and I still play solitaire too much.
I guess there's that thing over the weekend, but I think you already know what I'm getting at. Or maybe you don't. Aside from that there was a midnight trip to Sonic and a bonfire that made up for the night inbetween, which may have even been fun had I not had one of those "Oh. Fuck." moments when I woke up the next morning.
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