"What are you going to name him?" "Mark." "I knew a kid named Mark once. He liked to throw things. Which brings me back to the car..." School sucks, I wish to quit. Test tomorrow and physics blows my mind. There is too much of a dependency on tests and finals and why is everything so goddammn eternal?? I'd stab you with a pencil but then I'd just end up in detention and with a broken pencil. Is the microphone on? I went from rehearsal to rehearsal, stumbling over my lines, memorizing a memory and forgeting how to remember. How neausiating. Back-stabber. Is the mic on yet? Start over, he missed his cue. Oh no, wait, I had a line there. Shh. It starts again. Deadly men are safer dead. But this math test... man it's gonna suck; the big one tomorrow-- the test to decide my grade. Can't I just choose a B and call it a day? I hate school-- I quit. Bye. Carrie PS- I apologize for the lack of coherency in that. My thoughts are short and quick-coming. Keep up or give up.