Still don't know what the deal with my dad is. My mom says he might be staying, but if he don't want to stay I don't see the point of him being here. That sounds harsh, but it's the truth. If he'll be happier somewhere else, then he should go somewhere else. I don't want him to stay here and be miserable.

School is bugging me. Next week is Finals, and I'm not really worried about that. I think of it this way, if I completely bomb all my tests, I'd still have a C average, which isn't good, but it's not bad either. I just know that I'll survive. I survived the mid-terms, I can survive the Finals.

I don't know what's going on in Physics, but I know I'm starting to hate it. We learned about light in one day, when Ms. Wolfe (the teacher) sat there and said it would take two days to cover the stuff! She's really getting on my nerves. Maybe she enjoys my pain, she said so earlier in the year when we were learning about atoms. She said I reminded her of her brother in college cause all his life he did really well in school but in college he had gotten C's. But she also said that she was glad I was suffering in high school and not in college. Whatever. I just know she's grating on my nerves.

Summer is so close, I can feel it! So close!

I can't believe it's only Tuesday! Every other week zooms by, but this week takes forever and a day. I still can't believe it's Tuesday.

Well, I should be doing my homework. I don't feel like it. I have to write two poems, one for English, and then one for Theology. The English was expected (and it's hard as, well, it's just plain hard) and Theology? I slaved over my tree for 15 minutes, an awesome looking tree, and I showed it to Mr.Range and he's like, "This is great, but you need more." And I was pissed cause on the sheet he gave us for our project it said artwork (which I did), or a poem, or a play etc. etc. He didn't say we had to combine them. God, I was mad! But now I'm just worried about writing the freaking poem. (Oh, my tree, and poem, was for the Mustard Seed parable...)

Well, I'm going. I have to meet with the Arts Collinwood lady today, and my mom is already talking about me volunteering at the Food Bank. I don't mind, but I do hope there's some people my age at the Food Bank. I don't want to be alone. And I want to meet people too!

I'm always talking about meeting people, but when I get around people I get shy...I'm serious. I get tongue-tied, I don't hear people (they have to say the same thing to me two or three times before I awake from my stupor), I generally don't understand what someone means (even the simplest of questions!)...It's so weird! I just know I come off like a major freak and dork. I've also heard boring. Everyone thinks I'm boring! I just be nervous and shy, not boring. You can't show your crazy side to people you've just met.