I just wrote, “It’s been a fun few weeks.” HA! That’s a joke. Last week wasn’t the best for me. Well I don’t think it was the best for anyone. It was the week that we got back from Spring Break so we were all kind of dazed the whole week. I was feeling fin until about 50 seconds ago. I’m at my friend’s house tonight. Were both going to try out for Graduation Speeches next week. He just read his to me, Oh My Goodness. His is so good. It makes mine look like a piece of dog crap, which it is. But thankfully were trying out for different speeches. (Sigh of relief) Let’s see….. This past Saturday was SO much fun. I got to see Michael! It was so fun. Jenifer and Jon took me to see him. The four of us went to “Friday’s” and had some dinner. We then drove around for a while, while Michael and I got, um, to know each other a little better. It was fun. He is so cute and fun. After that I spent the night at Jon’s house. He was all sad and we ended up talking until 3 in the morning. He had to be up at 7 for church, I felt sorry for him! I also got my tux for prom. How fun. Ok, now that I’ve looked at Ryan’s writing again, it just reminds me of how bad I am. This sucks! Now I don’t want to be a writer. Ugh. Any who, there’s only 23 days of school left! YAY! Maybe I an ok writer, I just have to develop the talent. Blah. Well now that my night has been ruined, I will see you all later!

It’s really funny. Whenever it gets late I always get into one of those reflective moods about life and everything. I don’t have on particular thought or anything, I’m just thinking about everything at once. You know, in thirty school days one part of my life will be over. I will be a graduate of high school. That freaks the living hell out of me, but then it comforts me to know that I can actually make it through hell. I’ve gotten some battle scars, but I pretty much made it through. It sucks, I have this great boyfriend, but we never get to see each other. It will be two months on the 27th of April that we have been together but we have only seen each other one time. It sucks a lot. I just hope that this is meant to be. I’m scared for college. Everyone knows what he or she is doing next year, and I still don’t. It just makes me so angry that I have to go through all this extra crap to get what I want. But isn’t that how it usually works, the people who want it really bad are the people who have to wait and go through so much to get what they want. But then again I think it makes you a better person. You know how to work for what you want. I feel like there’s something that’s on my mind, but I don’t know what. Does everyone feel like this? Does everyone have this nagging feeling like there’s something wrong? I don’t know, that’s how I feel a lot of times, like there’s something wrong, like I should be in some sort of emotional pain. I hate this feeling, ugh, I’m supposed to be happy, but I feel as though I’m not. I guess I’ll go to sleep, I’ll feel better when I wake up. The next few weeks are going to be crazy. So much to do in so little time and then it will all be over. Can’t wait.

So it's been a while since I written in this. I've been super busy. But it's Spring Break this week, YAY, and I'm at work. I never imagined my senior year Spring Break to turn out like this, but hey, at least I'm making some money. I just wrote something, I don't know why, I just felt like I needed to write it. I don't know what to do with it. Tell me what you think.

It has been a pleasure to attend Roswell High School for the past four years, even attending Crabapple Middle School was, a, um, pleasure. I know no one wants to hear any advice from me, but I like to say a few departing words to Roswell High School before I leave.
First, I would like to say thank you to the faculty and students of Roswell High School. Over the past four years I have gained friendships that I will keep for the rest of my life. I have seen students and teachers act selfless when it came to helping someone out who was in need. It just amazed me sometime to see how some Roswell students would come together to help someone out. Even though I am anxious to leave Roswell, I will miss it (only a little) when I'm gone. I think we all will.
Before I leave dear old Roswell, I would like to impart of some wisdom for the future classes. I think everyone should be a bit more tolerant. I pride myself on being the person who is most open minded. But as I reached the end of this year, I was having a conversation with a football player and I jokingly asked him if he was coming to a play production the drama class was putting on that evening. He said no, and I responded by saying, 'figures." He gave me this look that said, "Why are you stereotyping me?" When I had a chance to think about it in depth, I noticed that it was true. I was stereotyping him, I wasn't as open minded as I thought. I have made it a point not to go to any Roswell High School sporting events. My reasoning was always, "If they (athletes) don't come to chorus and drama events, why I should go to theirs?" Looking back on this, I see how flawed my thought process was. We should experience something that isn't the norm for us. If you’re an art person and never been to a sporting event, go to one, you just might like. If you’re a top basketball player and have never been to a chorus concert, take a night out of the month and go to see it. You just might like it. We have to open up our minds and be willing to try new things. I wish I had done that.
With that said, thank you Roswell for four very interesting years.