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Well, I'm freaking sick.
I could explain all about last Friday (First Friday), during which we (Sunil, Ben, Kendra, John, Dave, and Tony) hung out variously at Blue Star and Espuma, but I don't think I will, because I'd have to redact some details, and I'm tired.
You see, my parents won't let me go to school tomorrow.
Yeah, so this week:
Monday Certamen practice. Good stuff. Good to see Kim again. Kim is cool. Did fairly well in the warm-up, shittily in the round.
Tuesday Certamen practice. Good stuff. Good to see Rachel agian. Rachel's weird. Funkay. More than a little desperate. Did not so well in warm-up, a little better in the round. Can tell that William (the coach) doesn't favour me, mostly because of my relationships to Christine (whom he favours) and Sunil (whom he doesn't).
Today Missed the NHS meeting this morning. Oh well. Had Calculus. I like that class. I have to bring food to it on Friday. Donno what yet. Took the NLE. Was sick (see above). Knew all of the non-reading-comp questiosn for the Poetry Test, but few of the reading comp; knew most of the non-reading-comp questions, but all of the reading comp for the Prose Test. Damnass bitches. No medal for Cooper. Unless they toss questions. Then after school I went to visit Paw-paw. He was looking much better. Getting around without a cane for the most part. Seemed more alert. Was making jokes. He's hilarious. Then church. We painted signs for the garage sale (22 March--Woodland Baptist Church). Fun fun fun.
I also found out today that Freedom of Conscience won a space in the one-act division of the FireStarters festival. Cool, eh? First person to win two years in a row. I'm proud of me.
Now I'm going to call Brittney. Or something.
Cooper [23:24]
