English wasn't bad, the yayness of being able to write about Oscar Wilde was evened out by the nayness of having to write about effing Ethan Frome. I HATE books involving the country and go out of my way to avoid them...karma, I suppose.
Then Ruthie, Heather and I went to Charcoal Pit and were easily the youngest there. It was amusing. And fun. Because I like Ruthie and Heather. They make me happy.
Anybody else realize that next week is our last full week of school in our high school careers? O_o
Also want to point out that the best picture in the entire yearbook is on page 138. I love how it says Liz and I are fidgeting with our calculators and it's blatantly obvious that there is NOTHING on our desks and thus we must be playing Tetris. Hahahahahaha, oh, stat...