In Literature today, we got into groups and discussed three different poems. I’m not good at interpreting poetry, but it was actually pretty fun, and I ended up liking all the poems (which seems to be happening a lot lately…).

Anyway, I was scrawling some notes on a sheet of paper while I listened to what my group members were saying. I’d already shared, so I declined when my friend requested that I say something. (It was more like a demand, but that’s the way she requests things.) She then looked at my paper and remarked, “You’ve written more than you’ve talked!”

And the only answer I could come up with was “That makes sense.” And it does. It’s such an apt description of me.

I’m scared of 2009.

I know, it sounds stupid, but this is the year I graduate from high school. This is the year I hear back from the colleges I applied to and decide which one I want to go to for the next four years of my life. This is the year I leave for college.

It’s scary. But I won’t let it stop me. I want to have a great year.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Wow. The first half of December has just been insanely busy. Unfortunately, it was one of those times when everything was piling up, and yet nothing of interest was happening.

Now that we’ve gotten through it, everyone in my grade is celebrating the passage into land of the “second semester seniors,” where senioritis reigns. Supposedly. I’ve never understood the hype over being a “second semester senior.” I’ll admit that the alliteration is very nice, but really, is there really going to be that big of a difference in work load? We still have AP tests in May.

I’ll celebrate when June comes. For now, I’ll just say… I love Christmas break.

In other news, it was my parents’ 20th anniversary yesterday! The sad thing is that my mom forgot about it. My dad was the one who remembered. :D