It's around 8:30, and I"m sitting here typing this with hairspray in my hair and both my desks piled with books and papers.
I haven't had time to blog or write, because school has got me so busy with writing. AP US History isn't really reading about history, it's just writing about it. AP English has essays almost every week and """discussions"""(basically forum posting) every day. Even in Spanish, I have to compose my essays before I put them down.
It's 4/5. Already more than a fourth through the not-so-new year. Sometimes I feel like the world is getting old around me and I'm the same. More often, I sink under the sea in a blur of activity and emerge again to find that it's a week, three months, several years later, and everything has slowly changed without me realizing it, and I look back and barely recognize who I used to be.
At dance, I land double pirouettes on both sides. I do my front and back walkover every week at…