So, I'm in grade twelve now, and bloody fucking hell, I hate it.
And love it at the same time, but still...fuck.

I was so excited to be finally taking courses that I'd love, having a great schedule, and then my common sense side told me to take Bio and math, and though I like Bio, I already am struggling in math.
English, for the first time in my life, is screwing me over, and I've dropped 22% since last year.
Geography, a course I've waited since grade four to take in high school, flips between ridiculously easy and ridiculously boring.
Photo is fun, but a bit more busy than last year, and I seem to have lost my photo mojo.
French....meh. It's French. What can I say, other than that it's easy and boring, like usual.
CompCiv, while I love the class, has an idiot teacher.
And I haven't even started Spanish.

Then there's work/volunteering/yearbook/more volunteering/tutoring to deal with, and I'm going crazy.
And I was really stupid the night before Halloween,and I STILL haven't gone to see This Is It.
Uni/scholarships applications are going fine, but it's just another thing to think about.
And my L? Still not even attempted.
Same with Grad Transitions.
Oh yeah-and we still have to get together to talk limos ad stuff for grad in May/June.

But, I guess, there are some good things about grade 12.
Yearbook, photo, better social life...


Art requests still open-if you want art, go check out that journal.
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