Today I got home at 12:20 since I only have two, two hour long classes today and tomorrow due to the Finals schedule. I've finished my French and Algebra 2 classes, I will never have to take them ever again. I'm a little sad about leaving French 4 because it has been such a great class, but I'm so relieved that math is over with. Now I just await my grades for the two classes. Tomorrow I have my AP US History final which covers everything we've done during the class and is 200 questions long. Thankfully we don't have to write an essay for it, but even so, the test is going to be yucky. When I walked into my room I found a note from M on my bed saying that this woman from an accounting agency had called and left a message on the machine. Laura called me a few days ago to tell me that she hoped that was was all right that she had recommended me for a receptionist job at the accounting agency where she, Alison, and Laura's sister Stacey have all worked. I returned the woman's call and it looks like I may have a well-paying job ($10 an hour: well over minimum wage) as a receptionist there on Sundays from early February to early April! I worked out that if I do take this job, which I most likely will since I really need the cash, I'll make $700 or more dollars!! What's more, I'll get work experience and it is a much better job than working at some fast food place! Obviously I'm a little excited, though also nervous, about it. It seems almost to good to be true that this fantastic job should just metaphorically speaking, fall out of the sky and not need me to even fill out an application. I have to admit I'm feeling a little shocked also.
It's sad really how little I write in here now. During the summer I wrote to my diary every single day. Then I became busier and just don't have the time or energy anymore. The trouble is, that once I've gotten out of the routine of writing in here, events just pass me by and I can't catch them and pin them down in here. I just sat thinking about what else has happened recently, and lots of stuff has, but it's melted away into memories kept inside my head rather than written down on the page.
M tried to clean and tidy G's room a bit today. I came home to find her knee deep in junk in his room. We had a conversation about how irresponsible and uncaring he can be now that he thinks it is cool for him to be rude and obnoxious to his family. He'd better change his ways, or soon none of us will want to even talk to him. That is a very unkind thing for me to say, but sadly, I fear it may be true.
This entry doesn't seem to be going anywhere remotely interesting or thought-provoking. The End