Last Friday!

I seriously cannot believe that this is the last Friday of the school year. It's kind of bittersweet. I've got a couple of senior friends that I'm really upset about them graduating, but it also means that we've got two-ish months of total freedom. I'd say that it's a fair trade.

I Know Biology.

I know that I know Biology. DNA Synthase and Malthus and Darwin, natural selection, binomial nomenclature, Oparin and Haldane. I've got it all down; it all stuck when it was first taught. I just need to stop psyching myself out. I'm good at science. I don't have anything to worry about. Geometry, on the other hand..

Huh..

You learn a lot of things by eavesdropping into conversations. I'm not condoning it, but when the people around you are practically screaming, you get a little curious. Especially when they're talking about so-and-so getting into a fight and swearing so-and-so out, or what this person did to have his girlfriend break up with him. It's fascinating, really, but maybe that's just me being some social science nerd.

Under Pressure

So, along with there only being three weeks left, there's also only a few opportunities left to raise my grades. I'm a total perfectionist, so it's killing me that I only have half of my grades being A's. The rest are B+'s. If I'm going to get my dream career in science in medicine or something, I'm definitely going to have to put things into gear. Yikes!

Wow.

There are three weeks - give or take a few days - of school left. Three. I seriously cannot believe that. It seems like just yesterday, I was walking into the wrong classrooms and getting lost in the hallways. (Well, okay, the second one still happens every once in a while, but you know what I mean.) I'm three years away from college. Spooky.

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After everything that's happened, I actually feel free. I've mentioned it a few times before, all of the drama that's been happening between my friends and I, and it only took up until this past weekend that everything truly fell into place. The friend, the one at the center of everything, won't even look me in the eye anymore. He 'unfriended' me, unfollowed me. Thing is, I beat him to it. And I've never been happier.

The John Green Book Club

I am a nerd. (Seriously, if you haven't picked up on that so far, just go back and read a few other posts. I'll wait.) Are you back? Alright, maybe I should explain. I adore books. Reading, writing, getting lost in libraries and losing myself in the pages. The other day, I even told my mom that there are plenty of times that I enjoy the company of books to people; books don't talk back. After a conversation with a few of my friends in biology class, we agreed to start a book club over the summer, solely dedicated to the works of one John Green (author of "Looking for Alaska", "The Fault in Our Stars", and "Paper Towns".) And I'm actually excited for it.