Two weeks

until the new fall semester. Well, from yesterday. Can't believe summer is already gone. I didn't do anything super fun, just the occasional hit party. Don't get to go to Monterey. I feel like if I'm going to be treated like an assistant manager, I should get paid like one.

There's an opening in that spot because Alli isn't coming back, or at least I don't think, but I'm sure there's no way I would get it with my availibility.

I'm still not signed up for classes and am not sure when I'll be able to. Great.

But I do at least know my schedule;


MONDAY:
Musicianship 930am - 1030am
Math 1030am - 12pm
Orchestra #1 7pm - 10pm

TUESDAY:
Music Theory 8am - 930 am
Human Sexuality 12pm - 130pm

WEDNESDAY:
Musicianship 930am - 1030am
Math 1030am - 12pm

THURSDAY
Music Theory 8am - 930am
Human Sexuality 12pm - 130pm
Orchestra #2 7pm - 10pm

And then a Counseling class for two Saturdays in the middle of November.

I would like to add fencing into it, and depending on when Claire gives me her car, I could probably do it, but I would want to take it in Petaluma avec Peter Bruschard.

I'm doing cheer, and I mostly like it, but I have a gut feeling I'll have to drop out before the first football game. I have no idea how I'll tell Jen if that happens to be the case. Laila is driving me up the frickin' walls. She's always talking, and when she's not talking, she's burping, and its not in any way funny. The idea of being "co-captain" has gone straight to her head. And she always had some snide comment to say to me. Sorry I didn't cheer last year, suck it.

Home is...interesting. It's nice to have Parker and Dad back there, but Dad is always stressed out. And I have to help Dad in supporting the three of us. Because that isn't stressful or anything? And then I feel bad that I can't really afford to raise and pay for myself, a soon to be 60 year old man, and a sophomore.

I'm hoping to still be able to go to Cottey in the future. I absoluetely love it there.