story of my life

that's my assignment for AP English, but i don't really know what the story of my life is yet.
writer's block at it's best.

maybe its how my body kills from track everyday, especially right now, and i don't quit, even though i kinda suck at my events. and i somehow enjoy track even though it hurts so bad. tough love? it hurts to type. how is that even possible? last day of track tomorrow, and i should be ecstatic seeing as i feel like my muscles are going to slide off my bones at the moment, yet im wicked sad. wickkked sad.

or maybe its how i got straight-up shoved in school today. walking to my locker, with people in front and behind me, going as fast as i humanly could, this chick full force pushes me. who does that? do i look confrontational, like i'd fight back? no. maybe that's why. am i the world's biggest a-hole? arguably not. all i said was "can you NOT push me" and shes like "bla bla get outta da weyyyy biatch." good thing i have some self-controlling, tactful bones in my body.

so i got a call

and it was from Brown. and the lady was like, so do you have a minute? and im like, chyea i have a minute. for Brown i have all the minutes in the world (not in those words). so i'm tihnking, cool, i scored an interview: wonder where it'll be, who this lady is, and how soon it will be. then she goes "so tell me whats going on in school this year, what classes are you taking, why do you like each one, what do you enjoy, what do you like about Brown, etc etc etc." like all in one breath. SO.

i just had an interview with Brown.
over the phone.
unnannounced.



and i must say, i handled myself with the highest level of tact i've ever used in my entire life, ever. woop woop!

four months

exactly... and i'll be graduating from that place that they call south high.

holy ____ !