So there's this sign on my wall that says Congratulations (and in someone's handwriting, probably Lauren's) Liliya Plotkina (and then under that) For Receiving the (under that, lauren again) Both Sides of the Camera (down) Award for (down) High School 101: A Freshman Survival Guide. It's on canary paper and thumbtacked into my orange wallpaper randomly, but atleast it's straight, I suppose. I'm sitting there on my bed filing my toenails and I look up and Bam, there it is, and then I think "Shit, it's about that time of year again, for one of Those Entries." I really liked the book project. It wasn't something that made me not want to walk into fifth period every day or cry or something lame. I really, honestly enjoyed doing it. It was cool. It was consistent. It was just always there. I mean it was there back when Both Sides of the Camera and The Queen's Melodramatic Artist were still friends and did everything together. It was there when I used to go home and sit and stare at my blank sheet of paper and gnaw my nails to the quick and blood in frustration because all I could think about was how I had so much to say and didn't know how to say it. I used to sort the paragraphs of our multicoloured essays onto waxed sheets of newsprint like I sorted the food on my plate when we went to the Shakespeare Tavern and he asked me to keep his watch for him in case it beeped. And then I guess the book was maybe the only reason we kept seeing each other every day after we stabbed each other simultaneously in the backs. It was kind of always there, like some benevolent grandmother or a freckle on your arm. It taught us teamwork. It taught me that I don't need anyone but me and that sometimes, people are stupid to let go of things they should keep close by. It taught me I'm not always right. (Or am I?) This year hasn't been too shabby. I've grown up a lot. I mean, personally it seems better to me than last year because of all the transitions I've made. I'm awesome now. And truth be told, I just keep getting awesomer.