"A Rush & A Push & The Land Is Ours" by The Smiths.
So, today officially begins my last week of summer. I'm both sad and happy about this. Sad, because it means I have to go to school, and start my last year of high school. Happy because I get to see my friends again soon. I want to graduate, but then again, I don't. I hate my school. The teachers are dicks, and the administration makes the teachers look like your best friend. But graduating means I'm growing up. Getting old. I'm only 17, but I'm scared of being old. I know it's dumb to fear that right now, but I do.
Open house is probably Thursday. The back to school bash was last Thursday, and they're usually a week apart. This year, I'm going to track down Coach Jackson or Mrs. Raymer and stay on they're tail until they get something done about my schedule. It's only, y'know, their jobs. Last year I tried it and Coach Jackson was a condescending jasckass to me, but this year I'm a senior, and I will get the schedule I want. Seniors are supposed to.
Here's my schedule for this week.
Mon-nothing so far
Tues-shopping
Wed-going to Glasgow and probably shopping
Thurs-getting my chucks
Fri-nothing so far
Sat-nothing so far
Sun-nothing so far
Somewhere in there I'm probably going to go to Morgan's, have Erin over, and G-ma Carolyn is probably going to swing by, take me to a movie, and buy me lots of stuff. Maybe another movie night if we can fit it in. I'd have one here, but I doubt I could get my parents to leave us alone for longer than five minutes at a time. Plus, you know, trailer. They all have these big houses, and it's not that I'm ashamed of living in a trailer, because it's not run down or anything, but still.
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