Now that I have joined the ranks of the working class while in school, I feel like my little ship is going to capsize at any minute now.
I have immense respect for people who can work, do other activities, AND earn good grades. I don't know how they do it- but I guess I'll find out soon enough.
I'm pretty stoked, though, about this year. Band keeps me busy and I have a solo there, but that's not what makes me so happy. It's actually an independent "art class" hour that I get. We decided to not call it painting, since I'll be doing studio work.
Also, a work in progress needs to be done. It's a 3-piece work that incorporates a different them