So I'm trying this vow of silence thing again tomorrow. I failed miserably last time when Andy Fish took us to the park and asked me if I had any good concerts coming up, and I actually shouted. I have no concerts this year, two Holocaust survivor speeches to attend, and no really interesting classes. Oh, and I have Jazz Vocal, as does Rachel B. (who's running the thing). But Bob will probably just let us go.

In other news, I got to shut my parents up with my good SAT scores and my National Merit thing for my PSAT last year, both in the same day. And it rocked. And I'm going to be in the city on my birthday for the first time in my life. I'm thinking of getting all my friends to come over and meet each other, because they're all awesome and random. But that's in July, and I can't afford to think any farther than a week into the future right now.

My schedule is INSANE! And I'm sick of Robin Bowman thinking I have the same academic life as all the sophomores, because I'm under such insane pressure right now that it's almost suicidal.