At our start of year meeting, principal kept talking about how we're 'diverse'. I struggled not to laugh. We're one of the whitest neighborhoods in the US, and the non-English speakers are totally segregated.

Supposed to have a meeting at school tomorrow. It's going to be three hours of sitting there paying attention to speeches that have nothing at all to do with me. I suddenly feel a stomachache coming on.

One week of freedom left.

One week of summer left. And the school is trying to take all of it with lame "optional" (not really optional) meetings.

Laundry in, dishes done, old clothes gotten rid of, grocery shopping done, dinner cooking... I think it's time for a break.

You know, I never liked August, but now that I'm working in the school district, I'm coming to downright hate it...

My plurk app is acting weird. I try to open someone's entry to respond, and it brings up a different entry from a different person.

pulls out sketching tools Time to learn how to draw! Wait.. *remembers Psychology paper due soon.* Dangit.

Paper on Detroit race riots due tonight.

Got an A- on a history paper, because I wrote it about the wrong subject. Oops.