I...
Am...
Stressed!
My grades are seriously going down this year, which is really new to me. I've been a A student for as long as I can remember! And now I have a D.
A f*cking D!
In Algebra non the less!
And guess what happens to students in my school with a D or lower...
They are cursed with the ability to be kicked from there extra cuticular activities 'til their grades are up!
Which is absolute hell for me, because I am a pure-blood Speech kid. I was practically born in a drama room with (in my opinion) the best drama teacher ever (she is really good at her job).
I have a duo I've been practicing with my friend forever! And I've just found a new piece that really interests me.
But I have 'til Wednesday to get my grades up.
And the next Speech meet is this Saturday...
*The censor bar pops up because all the swearing and yelling coming out of my mouth would make a sailor blush*
Alright, the rant is over.
-Entry Over-
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Let's be real, This is a Diary. Not a Journal.
RandomThis is just a book where I can write down my thoughts or troubled without judgement from my foes. You are welcome to read if you like, but it isn't a story. It's just.... A Diary! *Not A Fanfic* (Sowry;-; ) <3
