...and I'm only backseat driving (I feel the descent into hell should actually be piloted by one of our group's patented bad drivers. I'm the only good one left ;-).

It seems like no one's having a good time lately. Spring Break can't come soon enough. I send major hugs out to my buddy Rick, because everything he says in today's entry I have felt (and discussed) at one time or another. (Rick, e-mail me! I miss you! My AIM died and I think I'm going through Rick-withdrawal since you don't update your journal with every aspect of your life like m-um, certain people I know ;-)

I feel very proud of myself. I managed to write my Humanities essay in roughly an hour, and I had a whole nine hours to spare before it's late (have to turn it in to Mrs. Stoel's mailbox by 7:30 tomorrow or it'll be considered late). I also finally e-mailed Karla (of the Holland GSA) about prom and spring break plans. The WO GSA wants to get together during break (not just the board group, but all members) to hang out, so we're inviting the Holland group as well. We're also going to see if we can pull together a GSA sponsored prom (though other terms are being tossed around. Not everyone wants something as formal as a prom) before the end of prom season.

Today this teacher from Morocco who's been wandering around the building, visiting various classrooms for a couple of weeks, finally came to one of my classes. She came to art this morning. Hakima Mazzour is her name, and she's a pretty cool woman. Even if I did perhaps offend her, lol.

See, she made some comment about women not having to wear scarves on their head in Morocco, even though it's a 99% Islamic country. So I asked her what women's rights were like in Morocco, since we hear horror stories coming out of other arabic nations about the treatment of women (and we're not just talking Taliban-controlled Afghanistan, here. American military women have to keep their heads covered if they step off their base in Saudi Arabia. Can you imagine what it's like to be a female citizen of a country that strict?). She said that women and men are strictly equal. And then she kept coming back to it throughout the hour! Either she gets that question a lot, or I somehow offended her. Mrs. Propst backed me up, but still...I'm a little nervous to see her tomorrow in choir (she's coming to speak to us in Women's Choir specifically about music. Though we heard some today and danced! Moroccan dancing is fun. I want to go there just to dance).

In first block today was the student senate candidate speeches. Jake was up there running for secretary. AND HE WON!!! Nifty, nifty, nifty ~happy dance for Jake~

Rehearsal was...bleh after school. I had no focus. Plus I was wearing really loud shoes in an act where I'm running all over the place. And the heels on these things make me walk like a girl ~shakes head at self~ I need some serious tutoring over break on how to walk like a guy. I've been trying to walk around the house without moving my hips so much, but it's damn near impossible! It's so much easier to add movement rather than take away movement.

I'm gonna go see if I can write another short Humanities paper now...nah. I'll work out some excuse to use on my parents. I already have my AP American Lit excuse all set: we've had a sub for the last two weeks. The work I turned in late didn't make it to Mrs. Brennan and back to the computer on time ~helpless shrug~ (My parents freak out if they see 'missing assignments' on my progress reports, even though they don't really affect anything. I'm gonna finish everything up over at break, while I'm over at Mrs. Rutan's house since then there won't be any stupid parents or family members bugging me or keeping the computer away from me. It's getting ridiculous with my mom. I told her at 5:45 that I needed to go on the computer to do homework. At 7:45 I get the computer. What was she doing in the meantime? Reading an entire fan fic. I caught her when she first started, but she just had to finish the whole damn thing. She's depressed and, now, she's sick. I understand that. But I've had a damn hard couple of weeks as well, and has she seen me retreating to the computer, ignoring everyone else's needs? I think not)

Okay. Since I'm not doing that other crappy paper, I'm going to bed. G'night everyone.

I don't hate him I just... dislike him a lot.

--Angela

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