World History test is tomorrow. I studied like crazy for the last couple of months, so it has to pay off. I mean I remember at the beginning of the year I went down and I kind of enjoyed the thought of failing all classes. I remember getting on the bus every day and feeling guilty about leaving school behind so early. When I didn't understand something, I never thought to ask someone about it, I just slammed the book shut and went on with my life.

Well, now my life is my school. I decided to leave guys out of it for sometime, seeing how bad my grades were when I was going out with Paul, and then how they went up. Coincedence? I think not. Not realizing that I spent most of the time either talking to him on the phone, going out with him, or just thinking about him. It made me happy, but my grades suffered.

I will never get a normal grade for the hardest classes, because I missed out on the beginning and because they are hard. But I know that whatever depends on me will be done. For it's my job to get that work done.

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