Remember that special post I kept telling you about? Yeah, about that. It’s probably not going to come, so just forget about it. You’ll know it when you see it, but for now nothing special is going to be gracing your inbox. Lo siento!
So, last week of school! I hereby declare that it is a miracle I’ve gotten through junior year without contracting an ulcer or any other stress-related, life-threatening disease. In fact, I feel perfectly fine. I am very proud of myself for sticking it out. It’s kind of like an accomplishment, you know?
We received our lovely 500 pound yearbooks last week, and it’s definitely a challenge to lug it around all day. When I was a freshman and a sophomore, getting yearbooks signed was a HUGE deal… as in, we would ask nearly everyone in our classes to sign it. I guess juniors are jaded from the two previous years of intense yearbook signing, because this year I noticed a considerable decrease in the number of Sharpies being passed around the room. I probably have half the amount of signatures I got last year. It’s fun and all, but to be honest I would rather just have close friends writing meaningful notes in my book than random classmates (who I barely know) writing “HAGS” (have a great summer) or “Stay smart and sassy.” For example, I wrote the best yearbook-letter ever in my best friend’s book. It was a full page and a half, in color, and pretty much a novella (wit and humor included). She did the same for me. I would take that any day over twenty scrappy little signings from various acquaintances.
Since I only have two finals next week which won’t be jeopardizing to my grades even if I fail them, I have a lot of free time on my hands. Especially since I took my last SAT yesterday. Thus, I was finally able to start my reading list! I’ve got a whole list in my head of books that are necessary and proper for me to read (note use of the Elastic Clause of the Constitution). The books aren’t in any particular order of importance, so it’s more of a whatever-is-available-at-the-library sort of thing. So I checked out The Perks of Being a Wallflower the other day and finished it. For those of you who don’t know, it’s an epistolary (OH HEY SAT WORD) novel told through the perspective of an emotional, shy kid named Charlie. It’s got a Catcher in the Rye feel to it, which I really loved. I could really delve into the story and sympathize with Charlie– I think that’s when you know the writer is really skilled. Anyhow, I thought the book was great. It’s nice to read something that isn’t required for your English class.
I apologize if this post was pointless. I really tried to think of another subject to write about, but my attempts were futile. Life is just so….. chill (for lack of a better word). Uneventful, calm, mundane. Though I kind of like it this way.
*Title: lyrics to “You Are My Face” by Wilco