How much is left?

In exactly two months, three weeks, and two days from now I will be walking across the stage at the Star Plaza.
The lights will be bright, the staff will be welcoming, and there will be thousands of people staring at me when I grab the diploma out of a powerful school board member's hand.
I will be graduating in just that little amount of time.
It's weird to think that it's been seven years since I moved here in fifth grade, and now I'm leaving twelvth grade already.
This is probably the most cliche post I've ever done, but it's seriously SO WEIRD!

And on top of the fact that the year is almost over, Quiver is almost over! (Quiver is the publication here at my school) They are having editor interviews this week and it's so crazy! Just to think that only a year ago I was in their shoes as well, except that year feels like a month.
It's just amazing how fast time goes by when your busy and focusing on the future.
From this point on in the year, I will be focusing on everything in the present before I start thinking about the future (especially since my grades are kind of suffering right now and colleges are looking at them to see if I'm eligable for more scholarships)

Good Ole' Room S110

So I'm trying to fix the proofs for Deadline 1 and I can't...
Why you may ask?
InDesing on computer 29 (my wonderful editor computer) will not open.
It quits every time...
How am I supposed to create a 320 page yearbook without InDesign on my computer.
Guess I'll have to steal someone elses computer.


oh well!

Trust me, I'm a podiatrist

I'm scared, so scared. Tomorrow is the deciding day of whether I get surgery (maybe). It's been months (about 4 I think) since I've had an infected foot and it hasn't gotten better at all. My doctor tomorrow looks like a pediphile and that's basically what scares me the most. The fact that he might go in surgically and fix it scares me the least compared to his slicked back and gelled hair. That's the scariest part.