Exam week: The Reader's Digest Version
or "Discourse on Seniority"

(In accordance with the AP English exam, I'll be incorporating literary techniques in this post)

-Monday was mediocre, maddeningly meticulous and monotonous. We had to retry out for honors band, which was about as constructive as nailing jello to a tree. I did a decent job, although mr. jones gives no feedback whatsoever. Due to my exemption in bcis and health, I proceeded to escape the bondage of slavery, I mean high school. Let me assure the reader, you are not missing any high quality television programming during the educational work day. The single positive aspect was the quote I heard on one show: "We was like two peas in a bucket!" Simply...brilliant. Following my escapades in the land of duplicitous talk show hosts, I practiced my ensemble with other members after school.
-Tuesday was tantalizing, tubular and filled with tremulous terror. I skipped band, and dragged myself out of bed to attend english, which I found I was not exempt in. Having an 84 average for the semester and being one point away from freedom is probably the worst thing to happen ever. In the history of the world. It was worse than being eaten alive by an infectious skin disease, or throwing up a lung. After my period of mourning the unsatisfactory grade, I ate with my comrades Rachel and Leslie at subway, then ambled back to the alma mater to euro. Corrected tests are a good thing, especially when I get eight points back. woot.
-Wednesday was wonderfully weird, and wickedly whimsical. I didn't place one foot in the rhs building today. Twas quite enchanting, like a can of turpentine is not. Studied for english test, and generally busied myself around the house. At taco bueno, a fellow patron had a shirt on with "all your base..." on it. I was highly amused. Got together with people at the church to assemble agape for the flight this weekend. A good time was had by all.
-Thursday (today) was terrific, tempestuous and titillating. Arrived at correctional facility, I mean rhs (freudian slip), and was administered the ap english IV midterm. Not as fork-in-your-eye difficult as I had presumed it would be. Luckily, I encountered Leslie in the hall, and we went forth into the world along with the entire school. Obviously, the grandeur of having on off campus lunch shocked the campus and they were demons fleeing from the fiery gate of hell. Chili's was superb as usual, though the other clientel were not as satisfactory. I got home and began dutifully cleaning, and by cleaning I mean checking my email.
And here I am, preparing to finish my posters for the flight. If anyone reading this has letters for Kimi, please get them to me in the next 24 hours or so. Or you can wrap yourself in tinfoil and do a jig for all I care. It is advised to do this in the privacy of your home, because some of the neighbors are weird and might call the authorities.

I still despise Dhandi.