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(Shannon, I'm finally making our poetry journal and gluttonous ranting public. Gasp.)

Today was good. Tonight will be bad. Really, really bad.

I'm convinced that the Anchor was named "Anchor" because true to its namesake, like one drops a heavy anchor to hold down a ship, the Anchor will surely be dropped to hold down my grade. In other words, my grade and GPA are going to die after I turn this in.

This year has sucked tremendously in academic perspectives. Socially; not as bad. I don't find myself wandering around school wondering why the sky is blue, the grass is green, and why I was wandering around school thinking about useless things. Now, I just wander around school, oblivious to my evident lonesomeness. Haha, just kidding. I actually eat lunch with a groupie now. It feels pretty good, but it's still nice just to have lunch with a couple of close friends and share thoughts to richen our bland sandwiches.

[That was really lame.]

I long for winter break, but I so need these three weeks to raise my grades. I'm thinking I could probably end up with an A in APAH if I try ridiculously hard. In history, I'm not too sure, which totally sucks because the class isn't even hard! Goshhh. Hopefully I can raise my math and science grades, too.