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I decided that a summary was too much work. It is summer. I am focused on not doing work. Therefore that would be really counter-productive, no? Basically I'm glad I escaped sophomore year alive, and hopefully I can do a better job of surviving next year.

Anyway, there's not a whole lot to say at this moment. Or rather, I've forgotten most of what I wanted to write about. But if you find yourself in need of a Kelsey fix sometime this summer, let me know somehow. I don't want to just post personal numbers and stuff, but there's a fair chance you have my number/email address/screen name already, or a *cough* school directory *cough*... so use your brain for a couple of seconds and figure it out. Really. No, I don't think it's counterproductive in this particular case.

: )

Three days of school. And I haven't died yet. The greatest possibility for death will come Wednesday, the day of reckoning. The day of chemistry AND math finals. The day of... well... bad things. Yes, anticlimatic. But I fear for my grades and sanity. Especially since I actually have things to look forward to once finals are over. There's the immediate, like the first official SBC meeting ever (big deal here), and then there's the later, like the summer itself. Yay.

Are we done now?

A summary/reflection on the year will come later. It's not over just yet.

Well, if you went to prom this weekend I hope you had a good time. I didn't, but that's just a perk of being a sophomore without certain upperclassmen connections. haha.

I started driver's ed today over at new london... six hours = death by hunger and boredom and uncomfortable chairs. But the instructor guy is insane enough to make it somewhat bearable. So basically this cool crazy british guy wrote on my face with a black marker and insulted people. And what did I learn today?

1. Don't drive drunk. (well duh.)

2. Don't break up with your emotional boyfriend while driving (for some reason he directed this example at me... maybe I shouldn't sit in the front row anymore...)

3. If a guy comes at you with a marker, run far away (again, maybe I should switch rows)

Indeed. Take these lessons to heart, my friends.

Somebody call the BOMB SQUAD! It's a PVC PIPE!

Wow. How many times does an entire school go into panic mode and call a bomb squad over a piece of plastic? Today was ca-razy. I had an intense urge to sing the "end of the world" song. And give a hug to everyone I know. Even though it was just an empty tube and a bunch of police standing around staring at it. It put a little spice into the day, to say the least. 

That was also the fastest I've ever seen rumors travel. I swear, five seconds flat from one end of the school to the other. Of course, we all had no idea what was really going on for a while, but here is a list of the random theories that I heard bouncing around:

1. Someone had a gun

2. Someone committed suicide

3. A bomb (the truest theory, still not what it turned out to be)

4. Drug Bust on Parkview High

5. A truck ran into the building... in the back...

So yeah, there's no way that Gateway testing tomorrow can live up to those standards. Unless we have a drug bust. Or a runaway truck.