I feel sorry for Micheal though. He keeps getting harassed by a seventh grade girl who's shorter than me... I just realized that nearly everyone else at my school is taller than me... Some teachers call me shortie. I think that whatever they feed those football players makes them grow,because I am around the average height for a girl my age, and they make me look like a dwarf.
Yeah... And next year I'll be in high school! I don't know if I should be excited or scared... Eep. And lucky! Oh well. I get more time to hang out with my friends and see Michael get abused by Isabel on half days.
Lucky! Oh well... Next Friday is a half day... Too bad that's the day I have to take the ACT test. Man... The seventh graders have it easy. Now I know how the eighth graders from last year felt about us. Eep. The seventh graders barely do anything... Except come to school... And some of them harass the eighth graders. My friend Isabel looked like she was about to best up some boy who's in my math class. He stole her pen. I was like, "Ooh... She's gonna go all white girl ghetto on you." Then I started reading. I looked back up at them, and told them that I was just kidding... But only after my friend Amy gave me a look like I was crazy.
Ugh, school is already starting to get busy. We've finally started to work on our songs in choir... And oh my gosh, the tests! Not to mention the preparing us for college stuff that they're doing. Today, I had to take a survey to see what kind of college I would go to. Me and Jesse had picked some of the same choices. He convinced me to go to a ROTC thing... Whatever that is. I think it's marching stuff with guns that I hope aren't real, or else there's going to be some issues with our school's drill team. And oh my gosh, the homework! Whenever I think that I'm done, there's always more!