Bleh. I've forgotten the monotony of school. Now, I'm being forced to remember.

I had Drawing and Painting II today, though. I've also forgotten how much I love art. And I'm glad to be remembering that one.

I have to talk to Mrs. Heckisher (however the hell you spell her name) tommorrow about summer stuff. I want a French student. But I want to go to Bennington. And Mission. Why is it that there is never enough time for all the things I want to do?