Suzi (k00kaburra) wrote,
Suzi
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It's August...run away, run away...

While I was jogging this morning (It's been 23 days of waking up at 6 AM to run with Davy, and I still can't be nice for one whole day. What's wrong with me?) Davy and I talked about what we'll be doing during the school year. The first day of August always makes me think of school, because it's the first day I realize that, "Whoa. By the end of the month, I'll be back in the classroom again. Vacation is almost over, and I still haven't done the AP homework."
I'm going to be a senior. Eek. That's scary. I'm getting old. I still don't know what I want to major in. I thought I did, but now I'm not so sure. Eek. I'm ASB Secretary - I think. I have to swing by Branham and find out what's up, since I haven't heard a squeak out of them since summer started. I'm worried, I'm confused. Blah blah blah. I don't know what half my classes are, I don't know if I can graduate with my grades being what they are, and that sucks.
What's more, I'm going to have to get used to my very weird neighbor no longer being around to pester after school. Davy's going to start school at San Francisco State later this month, and he'll be moving up to his dorm later, too. So that sucks, too.
Man, I forgot about how stressful school can be when it starts up again.
Maybe I'll just keep running...
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