News and Nonsense

First, I'm going to copy and paste what I said on Tumblr.

We got unofficial transcripts today, and the graduation date on them is May 27. We are supposed to graduate on May 20. We’re not sure if they pushed graduation back a week yet. If that is the case, there will be riots.

Also, there is rumor that they pushed prom back as well. Why would snow days even affect prom? It has nothing to do with lost class time. I mean, I’m not going to prom anyway, but I don’t see the need to move it.

Also too, my school is hellbent on keeping spring break. I thought that surely that entire snow week we just had last week would have to be made up during spring break, but they’ve still managed to keep it. Now we have to go to school on President’s day, Easter break, and every half-day for the rest of the year has been changed to a full day. I am perfectly okay with this. However, I would much rather they cut spring break than push graduation back.

I guess we’ll see.

That was easy.

Now, I'm going to say that I've been filling out this Watkins application, and this is more than an application. This is a book. A book filled with pages and pages of forms. I've got to fill most of them out. I think I'll take it to school tomorrow and finish filling it out there. Other than the application, I've got to do two projects and an essay to turn in with it. AND a letter of recommendation by one of my teachers. I wish I could get two letters because I'm not sure which teacher to ask.

I thought of some "deep" stuff I could talk about. You know how sometimes I make a post that isn't about my day, but about how I feel about stuff? Yeah. I've been thinking a whole heck of a lot lately. I'd say that it's a story for another day (should be the name of my autobiography: A Story For Another Day), but I know I'll never get around to it. Eh. Oh, well.

I went to bed last night at 7 and it was amazing. I'm going to go to bed at 8 tonight. (Mainly because it's already 7:34). It's gonna be great. I feels so great to get just the right amount of sleep. I never get a happy medium anymore, just much too little or much too much.

Anyway, good night. Maybe I'll be more interesting tomorrow.