That was one hell of a long sentence.

I can't write anything when I'm at home anymore. Whenever I start to walk upstairs, someone stops me and asks "What are you doing?"

I can't respond just saying what's really on my mind, "I'm going upstairs to air out the grievances I bear against you to readers who don't know who you are."

Instead, I just sit back down. Then they promptly ask "Is something wrong? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

My grades have improved. I'm passing more classes than I am failing, which is quite an achievement for me. But I want to share with you a new goal that I have just set for myself.

I can feasibly pass six of my seven classes by the end of this semester. A feat not accomplished since my sophomore year, three years ago. It's needless to say that I am very excited at the notion, and it's given me the incentive to work just a little harder. And should that happen, I'll have 23.5 of the 24 credits needed to graduate accumulated. At that point I'm going to drop out of Northside.

I've discussed this with my counselors, and once I'm dropped out I'm signing up for a night course to get that last half credit. I'll be taking one course a day, for all of next semester. That leaves me with time to get a full-time job (hopefully at the flower shop near my house, or at my uncle's friend's photography studio, or maybe even a possible newspaper internship with this new connection I've recently acquired), I'll have an opportunity to learn to drive then, and devote more time to my guitar and my cameras. Although not necessarily in that order. I could even get back to doing something with my band.

Then you know what I have planned for next year? College. Never thought I'd be able to make it to college, but Photography at Columbia doesn't seem so out of my grasp anymore.

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