You know the best thing about Halloween? No one cares if you bring a lightsaber to school.

Anyway, Halloween was actually major suckage this year, but I’m pretending it was all good because it’s depressing if Halloween isn’t fun. But seriously, a test? A test? Mr. Economics Teacher, I really don’t think you understand the concept of Halloween. Believe it or not, most of your students are just kids in high-schoolers’ bodies. We want candy, not tests.

Also, R.I.P. all the fun in the first week of November, due to a Calculus test, a Spanish project, and a Lit project.

My mom has just informed me that she’s signed me and my sister up for our church’s pro-Proposition 8 march next week. Basically, it’s a protest against legalizing gay marriage in California.

I’m really upset about this. I don’t believe in gay marriage, but I also don’t believe in walking around with a sign that says “Yes on Prop 8″ in the middle of a park. True, it’s not as bad as waving around a sign that reads “God hates gays” (which isn’t true), but I can’t find a way to participate in this march while showing God’s love at the same time.

I guess the reason my mom didn’t ask for permission to sign me up was because I have participated in a march before — about four years ago. The difference between now and then is this: four years ago, I went because I was twelve years old and my parents told me to. Now, I am almost seventeen, and even though my parents are telling me to, I don’t want to go.

The thing is, I want to honor my parents. Part of my mind is reminding me of how many sacrifices they’ve made for me, asking me why I can’t just make this one little sacrifice for them. And I want to believe that voice. But I can’t. Because this kind of march is not for me.

For the past few years, I’ve been under the impression that I manage my time well and that I’m a good student.

Apparently, I’ve been deluded.