I got to take home all of my calligraphy work with me today. I must say it is all very well done. I let Kathleen look at it, and she just loved it all so much. I don't know why. We were in pre cal, and we worked on the problems together today. She started talking about the prom again, and how she was looking foward to it. I just tried to block my ears and give a reply when she stopped talking every few minutes. I told her that I would probably go alone, and that I hoped that no scary people would get the idea of asking me. She told me, "Oh Amanda, if I was a guy, then I'd have a crush on you." *hehe* She always says the funniest things, but they seem to cheer me up a little bit. I don't know what I'm going to do about this whole prom thing though. While we're on the subject of school, I got back most of my mid term grades today. I did well in all of them so far, except for history, in which I scored a disgustingly low 68%. I was so ashamed, but there was not much to do about it. I knew I had done badly after I finished the test. I was disappointed, but there is not a thing I can do about it now, except be better prepared next time and stay on my toes.
Guillermo was nice to me today and bought me some pizza after school. He also came to visit in physics. It is sad, because he can no longer come to visit us in physics anymore. He is changing classes on Monday, and has gym instead of calligraphy, so he can't leave. It really sucks, but I guess that's what I have to deal with. I have gym next semester too, as I have already mentioned about six hundred million times. Other than that, everything else stays the same. That's really depressing, if you think about it. Nothing changes at all, except for the fact that one crappy class is replaced with an equally if not crappier class. Gym shouldn't even be considered to be a class; I mean, it just sucks, and you don't learn anything. The only thing you learn is ways to get out of doing anything in the gym.
Jackie called me tonight, I guess. At least that's what my parents said. She probably wanted to ask me if I was going to the open charette tomorrow for the coutyard. Well, I was going to call her back, but it's getting kind of late. If she really wanted to call me, she knew that I had my cell phone. I don't know why she just didn't call that. Well, I'm not going to call her back. There's this boy at school, a senior, who is in love with her, and she is just cruel to him. I don't really blame her though. He invited Mindy and I to his superbowl/dance party that he was having at his house on Sunday. I told him I couldn't make it, because it's Lauren's birthday party. He just told me that I should take her with me. Okay, she's only twelve years old, buddy. The only reason he was inviting Mindy and me was in the hope that Jackie would come, seeing that she is a best friend of both of us. Dream on, dreamer, dream on.