Bri's Own World

Dear Anna,

Being best friends in second grade probably didn’t mean much to you, but it did to me. At the time, of course. I mean, after Rebecca, I needed a break from abusive people. Unfortunately, I didn’t get that from you. Read More…

Obviously, I’m not smart nor motivated enough to be the valedictorian. But I kind of feel gypped out of a chance to make this speech, which I’ve been formulating in my head for a few years now. Read More…

Although not a lot of good went on in my life on this particular day, I did finish making up all of my tests… which is relieving. I missed four being sick and going to Oregon last week. Yeah. Not fun.

I spent my day hurriedly catching up on all the schoolwork I missed last week from being sick and going to Oregon. There was a lot. I just spent two hours at Barnes and Nobles finishing up. I hate my teachers and their belief that their class is the only class I have. I also hate myself for taking three AP classes.

Regularly scheduled blogs will resume tomorrow. Hopefully. And I hope you all are enjoying Eugenia, because I’m enjoying writing it. Hopefully, my creative writing teacher will stay true to her promise and let me work on it instead of her meaningless assignments meant for the bone-headed and uninspired.

I just got home from a scholarship competition at my dream school, Pacific University. And as soon as I arrived at my home, I said “Screw NYU!” and accepted my acceptance. Filling out my housing request form and my academic possibilities sheet gave me a sense of closure on high school, which isn’t necessarily a good thing. Senioritis is already killing me.

But I’m happy with my decision. I needed to make one, and I did. I have a plan for next year, and all dissenting opinions be damned. OREGON, HERE I COME! (In six months)

MELODRAMA!