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| For the past few months I've attempted several times to write an entry. Every time I would start, I would write a few sentences and quit. I'm not sure why- it's probably because I'm just lazy, or out of habit, or maybe it's because that I don't think anyone would read it. Ugh. I'll finish this one today.. I promise!
I graduate in nine school days and twelve actual days. It's really... really crazy. I'm done with all four of my AP tests, bought a suit for prom with Jean, bought prom tickets, paid for my Senior Celebration ticket, had the band banquet, and, of course, tried to enjoy my last few weeks of senior year. Things have gone by pretty quickly. A lot of things have happened this year, and it doesn't seem to stop. Next up on my list of things to do: prom, the last week of senior year and... graduation. To tell you the truth, I'm a little scared. I'm never going back to high school. I'm probably never going to be in a marching band or in an English class where we make jokes about our teacher's mother/wife or a white girl in front of me ever again. Sigh.
I wonder if things are changing for the better.
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| Melissa, Jean and I are going to our dream colleges.
I can't believe it.
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| I just realized that this is my third time in a row at Barnes and Noble this week. I'm not sure why I come here all the time- perhaps it the 'good' coffee, or the influx of white people, or the fact that it makes me look pretty god damn smart.
"Hey, look at that kid over on the laptop-- he must be doing a lot of work. Maybe I should stay away from him... or maybe look at him more. Man, what a BAMF."
Although I've been coming here for so many days, I've managed, somehow, to get the smallest amount of work done. On the first day, Elise and I half-heartedly finished our "Freudipus Sex" paper. The second day consisted of a mute Elise, a whaling Jean and two white boys messing with the speech recognition software on my laptop.
(In a computer voice)
"No. I will not have sex with you. Stop. Rape. Rape. Rape."
Now I'm sitting here not doing anything at all. What's the point of coming here again?
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