Inside

The library is quiet today. Rain is coming down outside. It is a miserable day. Why isn't everyone coming to the library to turn it into a happy day?

Emily

Pippin, School, and Don't Touch Her!

'Kay. I'm alive, I promise.

It would seem I did not make "Pippin" - they haven't got a cast list posted yet but haven't gotten back to me in the almost two weeks since I auditioned, so I figure I've been rejected. This means, however, that I can join the community chorus. It was one or the other.

I've been walking around feeling self-conscious, figuring everyone assumes I have the H1N1 virus - since I have this thing that brings about reckless coughing. People are probably like, "DON'T TOUCH HER!"

School has started again. I love the renewed structure. It's nice to have school back. People get dead bored when I tell them I'm home-schooled, though - a typical conversation with any adult:

"So Emily, what grade are you in now?"

"Twelfth."

"Ooooooh, a senior! Is it exciting?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so; I mean, I'm home-schooled -"

"Oh," the person will deadpan, his/her smile crashing to the floor. Then they just walk away.

Fun.

School is school, my friends.

Speaking of which, I have to go get my day started.

Emily