Mean girls.
I did the spring fling speech for my one minute monologue in drama.
I even brought a crown to bust up and throw at people, but it was the worst bendy piece of crap accessory ever.
$1.48, well spent.
I love drama class. I took speech class before this and I love drama a lot more. I can't act or anything, but it's whatever. It's ridiculous and humorous and is an awesome way to end my school day. I'll be bummed when this class ends.
Next year, I'm taking psychology and French II. I doubt either will be as ridiculous or as humorous as speech/drama, but French is pretty entertaining in itself. The class makes me feel like I'm in first grade and I've met a few really awesome people in that class.
Psych, now, I don't know anything about that class. My friend Nic said that sociology is better, but I'm saving that for Senior year. Blaf I'm getting old.
Wasn't I ten years old like last week?
Nope, I was sixteen, but it sure doesn't feel like it.
Oh, my best pal Emily might be posting on here sometime soon when I don't have time. Possibly even some racist rants coming from her, but she means it in the nicest way possible... odd?
I have to read A Raisin in the Sun.
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