Here to there, gone in LESS THAN sixty seconds, hah.

Sweet, sweet victory.

Yes, I passed my driver's test. And the three days that I have spent driving have been amazing. I feel the independence, the grown-uppedness, the FREEDOM!

It's thrilling. Truly thrilling.

And it's almost perfect timing too. Things are just starting to get pretty complicated, haha. Softball's starting, I'm working, I have Youth and Government, I'm struggling to get my minimum amount of Key Club hours, and this week is...

MIDTERMS!

Yeah, get excited, haha. No, I'm a bit nervous, I have two of my hardest classes on the same day. Tomorrow I only have Spanish, so I can leave by 10 am. But then this girl Amelia needs me to tutor her in French, so I'm heading over to her house at 10:30. Good thing I can drive, huh?!? Haha. Maybe I'll learn something in the process, seeing as I've never really studied too much for a language midterm because they've always come pretty easy to me. I'm actually going to have to study this year. That passé composé is gonna be a bitch.

I'm sorry if my posting is a little scattered over the next few weeks, I'm going to be SO BUSY I don't know what I'm going to do! Haha.

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