As I prepare to attend my last of day of classes tomorrow, I cannot help but remark upon how appropriate my farewell shall be. I will be running about, like the oft mentioned headless chicken, attempting to complete work that should have been completed days ago... as I always am.
I hope dear Science Leadership Academy you appreciate my consistency for it is the only thing I can offer. Oh... I suppose I can also offer needlessly long-winded selfishness and an appreciation for frozen treats and ill-timed dancing, but that is about it.
Anywho,
It has been a please.
An utter and complete pleasure.
Thank you.

My best friend, Bethany Knibbe, made me cry today. She had me listen to "our" graduation song. It was so depressing!! I love her soo much!!
(Whenever You Remember-Carrie Underwood, just sayin)

My chest hurts. 
The doctor said it was... some long word for irritated muscle in my chest. 
It's pretty painful. 
He gave me medicine for it, though.
My chest still hurts. 
The doctor said it was acid reflux disease and that the acids in my stomach come up and cause heart burn. 
It's pretty painful. 
He gave me medicine for it, though. 
My chest still hurts. 
The doctor diagnosed me with an anxiety disorder and said that i feel sharp pains when I'm anxious. 
It's extremely painful. 
He gave me medicine for it, though. 
Sometimes I mistake my chest pain for a heart pain. 
A heart attack or a heart break or something. 
It's just always heavy. 
Always painful. 
Wish he could prescribe me medicine for life. 

I'm tired. Good thing it's over. 

5 yelling. 
4 shouting. 
3 screaming. 
2 cursing. 
1 crying for help. 

I am so happy I have a B in math and I couldnt be any calmer. Im so happy and I love the fact that I wont have a C on my transcript . 

I must thank Alex for inspiring me to read A Brave New World.
Though, I have no doubt I am missing its most basic themes and insulting the book, its author (The long dead Aldous Huxley), and perhaps even the publisher by even looking the novel. Nonetheless I shall continue.
It is lovely.
A tad sad, vaguely frightening but lovely.

​It seems as if stories recently have change to a sort of countdown until the end the school year, So I'm going to add to this feat. Two days until no classes, two weeks until graduation.

Today is the last day I will be student teaching green stream drama. At first I was sad that I was leaving but then I remembered all the good times. And I know I'll be visiting a lot so I'll see them hopefully and be able to say hi.