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Last Week o High School

It's my last full week of high school. Wow. I thought this day would never come. But it's here. Along with a plethora of emotions. Excitement. Sadness. Stress. Confusion. It's like, man. The end is here. I'm not going to see a lot of these people ever again. It's weird how people can just come into your life and then four years later they walk right out. Weird.

I changed my major for school. Well not officially yet. I need to go fill out a form or something. But I've always wanted to be an author. My dream is to write books and have a group of people come who want my autograph! For writing. I don't wanna be some stupid celebrity or something. But I love to write. It makes me happy. It gets everything out. It's awesome. My favorite quote about it from my friend is that you have to get drunk on writing so you can survive reality. Very true. Ever since I switched from nursing though, I keep having nightmares about bloody people coming up to me and asking me for help but I can't help. Or the bestby saying he doesn't want me anymore, or is mad about me for something. I don't like those dreams. :(

Physics! It's stressed me out so bad I've puked. But guess what! I got the highest grade on my last Physics test. That meant I got to sit in the rolly chair! It was so exciting! All of last year I tried my hardest to win that chair, but I never got a high enough score. Then when I stopped caring, I got the chair. Talk about the irony.

Last week of highschool. Trying to make it count. I don't know if I am though.

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