The Before, During, and After

School started last week. I'm not sure why, but I think this is the first year that I can actually grasp what grade I'm in, which is weird since I'm a Senior. School is so and so. I'm freaking upset they didn't have AP Physics. And what sucks even more I can't take up an AP math course because it conflicts with Journalism. -.- What retard made math available only for 4th period?! UGH.

Anyway, Thursday I went to an ABDC taping with Patricia and Michelle. My mom was already iffy about letting me go because school started, but I told her I'd be home around 9, so she gave the okay. Phones are a no-no, so I texted her I'd call her when it was over. The taping ended longer than said, around 10:30, and when I checked my phone it read 9 missed calls and 8 texts from my mom. I knew I was gonna get it when I got home. My mom seriously freaked out. She went all domestic violent on me, which she hasn't done in a while so it was kind of shocking. The thing that got me was that I cried. Usually when we fight I let it go like it was a fluke or whatever, but I when my mom told me I was lying, I felt so horrible. I don't lie to my mom, I have no reason to. So before going on retreat, I typed up this long e-mail to her. We're at a better understanding not at least.

This weekend was Leader's Retreat. And I have to say, it's not much what I expected. If I can sum up that whole retreat in one word, it would be DRAMA. Left and right, something was happening. It was as if there wasn't a moment I could have just had fun. I regret not making much more of an effort to talk to the first year kids the first night and during free time. SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT A GAME! D; It's going to make getting closer to them now so much harder. I think Roanne is my favorite first year leader so far though(:

Mark's shirt is pretty dope. I think I like it more than last year's. That one kind of had a lot of words. I'm absolutely happy choir is on again, I love it(:

Then Geni's debut practice right after church. Michael and I have both steps for the waltz and swing down, but our swing apparently sucks because we just dance and don't go with the rhythm. Ugh, man the choreographer makes me feel so dumb, like I drop 10 IQ points every time we have practice.

School tomorrow. Oh, I also might be transferring into this film production class with Cassie. I'm kind of excited, but at the same time I hope it doesn't suck. Oh well, Wong Fu started somewhere too. UCSD. PFFT! -____-'