So here I am, sitting in good old photojournalism and no one is here...spring break is gone and the humdrum of highschool is really dragging me along. After orientation, this place seems like such a waste of time. I mean, I like being here and seeing all the faces and still belonging to it, but the classes are...ridiculous. Anyways. My week went really well. I only got sun one day because it was pretty cloudy the rest of the time. Kris and I went ice skating--that was a lot of fun. Cotillion rehearsal was long, but the boys and I survived with some good laughs. In all honesty, I didn't accomplish much over break. I wrote a little, practiced a little, just barely touched scholarship stuff. You know something? These scholarships are a major pain in the ass. I mean, the essays they ask for are so stupid, all you can do is bs them because you know that's what every other kid is doing and you've got to sound worthy of their money. Here's my grand essay to them all: I'm a struggling high school student whose parents are tied up in payments and loans with a cotillion, a wedding, and a house. I need your money, I promise I'll do well in school, let me go and pay my ride. Thank you. Well anyway. I hear the play is going terrible. They open in about two weeks and hardly anything has been done. Hearing this makes me greatful I wasn't cast; Amy's optimism and dedication is only humorous because I know how she feels. It's easy to say that everyone needs to rehearse longer and be there and yada yada, but actually making all that happen is another story. Man this class is lame. I might as well be in novanet or home...sleeping... Welp, don't know what else to say without repeating myself so I guess that all will do it for now. Hope all my fellow O-fivers are still okay under the illness of senioritis. Toodles Carrie