2004-01-23 - 9:27 p.m.
So, today my French teacher asked me why I just mysteriously disappeared last semester. No, she was really sweet about it though. She was just like, "Kelly, where did you go? You were the top student in the class! You are really quite good!" I said that it was one of those freshman freak-out things and all my classes suffered, but I was glad to be back and that I'm going to switch my major (all of which is true.) And I really did feel guilty about that class, cause that woman is a sweetheart. It really meant a lot that she said I was the best in the class, too. It's nice to know that I'm...good at something I think I'm good at. If that makes any sense. It would suck if I was actually a retard.
Haha, then it would be like "DEAR DIARY, I FOUND OUT I AM A RETARD TODAY. SUX!!!"
Alright, I'm off.
Oh, by the way, Joanna, I wish I was on your friends list. Can I be? I WANT TO KNOW EVERY DETAIL OF YOUR LIFE.
