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Ah, the joys of high school.

Tomorrow I shall be required to write an in-class essay on A Farewell to Arms. I hate writing in-class essays, especially on things I really don't like. I can never finish them in time, and I actually have to write them. I like taking a day to type an essay, and using the thesaurus built into my word processor. I also have a pre-calc test on polar coordinates and vectors. Let's see if I can break my own record for screwing up a test on something I actually know.

On a lighter note, I now have a suit for Turnabout. I think I'm all set for Saturday now. Life is OK and getting better.

I intended to blog about all the depressing things that happened today, but it seems pointless now. Besides, I only have 8 minutes left to finish my statistics homework before MacGyver comes on. Au revoir!