Fuhhhhhhhhh the first day is the worst. Two open-ended responses and a persuasive essay on how hard it is to be a teenager, plus a crapload of ridiculously easy multiple choice. They said we could read this time but never gave us an oppurtunity to read our books...what?
Tomorrow, presumabely more open-ended and either a story or a three-paragraph essay. You can guess which one I'm rooting for. Then we have science (which I think happens every four years?) and then THREE HOURS of math. Ughhhhh. Standardized testing is not my favorite thing.
[The Night Starts Here--Stars]
No one believes me when I say I don't like Basil anymore. No one. NO ONE. Not even the people I don't know very well! Like, wtf? Why is it so hard to believe? It's not I was going to like him forever. Jesus, he's such a dickwad...ugh....revenge.....oops. Did that slip out?
That's pretty much all. G'Bye.