Yes, I'm back in Track. I really, really hate it now. Mr. McMullin is the main reason for my newfound hate. I've run two "warmups" in two days that've killed me beyond all comprehension. The first day, we ran five miles with drills breaking it into three and two miles segments. And today he decided to have us start out with a ten minute run... that turned into a fifteen minute run, so he killed my stamina as I did just over two miles. Then we started drills, which were sprints. Those were fine. But after each set of sprints, we had to run another lap. We had seven sets. For non-tracky people, that's a mile and three quarters... But an enitre lap after sprinting your brains out sucks. But, no, that's not it. When I finished my run, he had the nerve to come up to me and ask me to join cross-country. I swear, if I hadn't been about to collapse and had legs that felt like anything better than Jello that I would have punched him.

Also, I think I'm in pretty good shape considering the circumstances. At least I can force myself to go through with the workouts he's been giving... But I know I'm going to be sore as hell tomorrow. I seriously woke up a few minutes ago and I could not keep my legs from shaking as I walked to the kitchen. Hating track has never been so easy.

My new math teacher is pretty damn retarded. She went around to check homework and the first thing she asked when she saw mine was, "Whose is this?" When I explained that my handwriting can look rather girly, she asked, "Well, this looks like an answer sheet that I'd make. Where'd you get it?" I was getting sort of angry, so I tried to explain that I highlight things so it's easier to check so what's she do? She takes my paper out of my binder and says she's going to ask my other teachers if I make a habit out of cheating and lying about it. Being incredibly pissed, I walked over to her, took my paper, and stared. She got a really sour look on her face, went to her desk, and started writing something.

Lastly, and the subject which is most on my mind, I had an extremely depressing dream about Emerald last night. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and cry about it. Which I did. For quite a long time, in fact. From four, when I woke up depressed by what I'd "seen", until about five thirty. Of course, there were times of heavier crying than some, but it was pretty constant, if not entirely. I was going to tell her, but I had a feeling she wouldn't want to hear it... plus I wanted to say something that was inspired by said dream, but I didn't want her to get upset. I should've sat with her, though... I've been yelling at myself for that all day...

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CAHSEE. The California exit exams are really dumb. Even a pseudointellectual like me found them incredibly insulting to my intelligence. Other than that, everything is still boring. I'm never going to do anything new or interesting with all of this on my mind. I've got some lovely hours of detention to fill because Ms. Price told my counselor I smelled of pot and for a few other reasons, and then today she had the nerve to eavesdrop on a conversation of mine and I have a feeling she's going to make my life a living hell now. She knows about Emerald... thanks to Tom and Todd (and whoever else was there). But not everything is bad. I've still got the pieces of my shattered pride and I can fit them together if I try hard enough. Plus I've got a friend or two left that still try to support me and joke around. I'm going to set to repair things, but I don't know which way I'll choose to aim...

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Wow. It's been a while, hasn't it? School is taking up way too much of my time this year. I sort of settled into a "three to four hours of sleep a night" routine and I seriously think it's going to kill me some time soon. The funny part about all of this is that none of my classes are really that difficult. Sure, AP US History notes take a long time and so does the Chemistry homework, but it's all busy work. Very rarely do I get stuff wrong, unless it's made into analytical thinking, which Keller loves to do to me. But other than that, this year is going to be damn easy.

I've been doing a lot more with my friends these days, helping them with homework and chilling and the like. Not too much that would interest whoever reads this, except maybe having some little kids watch my friend and I kick around a soccer ball. I accidentally kicked too hard, and the ball flew over towards them, at which point all three of them looked at it, then at us, then at the ball again. One picked it up and ran like hell, so we chased him. He kept looking back over his shoulder and everything, but did it one time too many because, unfortunately, he ended up running into a stop sign and falling on his ass, dropping the ball into the street. It was rather amusing, but we were still pretty pissed. We took him back to the park though, since he seemed sulky and we didn't want him getting lost and dying on our part. But that's about it. Nothing else of great interest.

*Sighs* I really have to get back to reading and writing and drawing...

Later, DS

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