Hollyer Than Thou

Today was another of those floating days. My religion teacher wasn’t here so I couldn’t hand out the 400-some copies of my religion survey that I need completed by, oh, say, Wednesday after school. Whatever, I’ll take what results I can get, and I’ll do the survey over next semester if I have to. The devious plan is to evaluate all the surveys and finish my Religion semester project on the political aspects sex education on Wednesday night, as to distract myself from the next day’s impending release.

My devious plan for Thursday is to do my best to scramble through another day, and immediately after the end of 6th period AP U.S. Gov, sprint across campus to the nearly-deserted video lab, where Kilizzle and Rakel will meet me in Bom’s office. In this tiny cubicle of a room, with two good friends at my side, I will get the official decision. Then I will spend the next 35 minutes cooling down before taking my carpool home at the final bell.

Of course, December is the most pleasant and beautiful month out here, and once again we had spectacular temperatures (if not views) today. I love driving with my windows down on the highway in the dead of winter. Though it’s nighttime and thus considerably cooler; I am in my Yale sweatshirt right now. I will not wear my Brown one. I can’t do it.

Still left to do tonight: bang out an Economics Academic Decathlon practice test, and finish my translation of Catullus 22, because for some reason I didn’t study for physics. I need to study for that class. Under pressure I find myself ignoring the biggest problem areas (i.e., physics) because at a certain level I’m lost. Being lost isn’t what I’m good at recovering from.