Homecoming Week

Lord help the people who have had to be around me this last week.

I have stress up to my eyeballs.

I'm so excited about all of these homecoming events, but the thing that would make me most happy, would be if I could understand Pre-cal. It is killing me. I'm pretty sure I'm not even passing the class right now.

Pretty much everynight I get home and start first thing on the homework, then Michael comes over to help me because he is a super genius and can figure it out when he is not even on the same section as I am.

By the end of the night I usually end up close to or in tears not because he is a bad teacher, but even when he explains it in the most simplest of layman's terms I cannot grasp the concepts. Then he feels bad because I'm sitting there being a baby and crying. He is so patient and always insists on letting him help me even when I know he has other homework he should be doing.

Its not that I particularly hate math. I just hate that I am not even semi-decent at it.

And the fact that my teacher has given us more homework for her one class than I have had in all of my classes this year so far, ALL during the most probable busiest week of my senior year, doesn't help.

I don't want to fall in the assembly. I was hoping for a big strong guy/ football player/ muscley/ tall senior escort, but I just found out that I think my guy is on the shorter side, so if I fall, ... there's no hope.

Our float is ballin.

I AM GOING TO THE BEACH IN LESS THAN 48 HOURS.

Friday, please get here fast.

Oh, P.S.- My 18th Birthday was yesterday.