Hrm. Back again, I guess. Went to go register for classes today. The counselor lady was very cheerful and very scary. I don't know, maybe I'm better off at Woodward. Blah. Dad went back to fight for gifted classes, they said I 'didn't have a gifted number', which I did, from taking my COGATs in 7th grade, and I tested in the 99th percentile. Okay, and now they need time to see if this is high enough for Fayette County. What complete, utter, terrible idiots. Dad called my old principal, and good old Mr. Palisch called up McIntosh and is now raging a full scale war against them. They can't discriminate against me just because I graduated from a small school, the fruits. I went and rode that horse yesterday. Stupid me, without any leg protection. Rubbed all the skin off my lower inside leg, bled everywhere. I'll put bandages on my legs and go ride anyways. No pain, no gain, right? Besides, Matt's only four and needs to be ridden. I think I need to do something about my nails. They're bitten to the quick, and I'm starting to believe myself when I tell people it's a stress thing. Hrm.