'Tis me, Morwynn, back here at Gaia, whiling away my day. ^.^
The WASL is finally over, which is both good and bad; the goodness is that we aren't in the same classroom for four periods every day anymore, and the badness is that we're actually working again in our other classes. Meh. I hated the Science WASL, because we had to write so many stupid procedures and stuff. Argh. But the Math and Reading ones were pretty easy, which is good.
Tonight my friend and I are going to the high school to see "Once On This Island," which is a musical, and it looks really cool. It's going to be awesome. biggrin I'm excited. Bob McCallister (or however you spell his name) told us about it during the Inspiration day, and so we (Becky and I) wanted to see it. Yayness.
Tomorrow's going to be fun too, because my mom and I are going into Seattle to shop for my eighth grade banquet dress! biggrin biggrin biggrin I'm excited. And the actual banquet is in... *counts* 21 days! mrgreen Wootness!
And, we only have pretty much three projects left this year that I know of: the International Banquet on Wednesday, the final country project due on May 12 (I think) and the stupid band slideshow thing. mad I wish we could just play for the rest of the year instead of having to do actual *work,* lol.
And then it's SUMMER! blaugh
...and then, Highschool! eek Wah. I'm going to miss Woodward. *tear* It'll be scary. But I'm almost positive I'm getting in classes with my friends, as Japanese is a zero period, so that'll be okay, but still.
So anyhoo, I'll stop rambling now. Au revior, dahlings!
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver