Editor-in-Grief.

I can contain myself no longer: this week Jamie is coming to visit me! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I just have to get throught this mountain of work so that I might actually have time to play with him while he's here. Still, HE'S coming! HERE! [dances].

In other news, I finally know about my schedule for this summer...and it don't sound like much fun. It's a lot of training and learning how to be a teacher, and also working on the yearbook. Last week we went to a performance by Jess' music group and I realized that the instant gratification after months of preparation and hard work is something I haven't experienced since 7th grade. I've never stood in front of an audience applauding for me, after I had performed my heart out, nor will I ever probably. The closest I will get to it, I guess, is this yearbook...which better be good. And even then, it wouldn't be people applauding or whatever, but rather complaining about their portrait, or lack of representation, or price, or...I just hope that I can look at it -- completed -- in the fall and be happy with myself.

After a meeting today, I was encouraged by the fact that out of 452 seniors, we got 441 senior portraits taken -- the most we have ever had in the 100+ years of existence of the book. I really don't think this can be right though...I would imagine in 1819 or something we could have had a whole class picture since there were only, like, 12 people in the school. Whatever, I'll take the compliment. But, I hope you eleven truants are happy.