Haircut 10 days ago... August 17th. Today's the 27th, and hurricane Issac took its winds and visited us. The storms seem to endlessly move and return. Rains halt, but only for so much time until it recycles. Moving on, I really know what it means to be a an AP student. It's one week already and my weekend is all schoolwork and test practices. There's school on Tuesday, so we lost a day, meaning that there's plenty to do for our 4 days week. However, with 3 online classes and a cauldron of spiced subjects at the end of my tunnel, I haven't known where's my end... and I haven't finished reading Modern Europe's chapter 1. My periodic table doesn't have the elements' names underneath because we're expected to memorize it and identify it by just seeing the symbols. We went over Chemical Foundations and Atoms, Molecules, and Ions last week. I took enough notes, but my calculations are a mess. Chapter 1 of Chemistry has 116 questions and chapter 2 has 112 questions. Our teacher stated that if we don't try these problems throughout the week and over the weekend, then our test on Tuesday will show our lack of practice. The easiest class would be AICE Marine Science... The textbook's slim and it's a really interesting subject. Right, my adjectives are so underclassmen... My thinking skills class should improve my talk in a month or so and my writing. I miss being my 12/13 years old self sometimes. My memory was at its peak and my writing was pages of imagery. High school's really amazing, since I made like, 3 friends fast in first period on my first day of school... and more friends after. Getting to know people is good, and it keeps you open-minded and social.

Sommarlov

It's gotten quiet since my arrival from the island. I can summarize my Summer in fyra words: Black hair, Bohemian flair. Before taking my escape, I dyed my hair jet black, of which I now noticed the few strands fading at the night realm. Andros Island served true to itself by attracting tourists with a reward of marine blue and forests. I struggled with swimming, though I won't deny that floating was a breeze. I could float forever, out in the Atlantic, lost, careless, tranquil. Dinners were magnificent, endearing, a setting that held cosiness, I would never lose to cherish my luxe. There were times of grace on thread,  shut out as a lamentable creature, silent as washed whelks. Those times need not to be remembered. Earlier, just hours apart from now, my father and I came to school. Open house is next week, and having been just a week off, my excitement is indefinable. Receiving my schedule has lit my spirits like during Winter Break. I have Advanced placement Chem. and psy., four aice classes, and my regular class, surprise, surprise, is Algebra II. It's the 3rd time I've been placed in Marine Sci. I initiated my interest in the major in 5th grade, and it wasn't till day 1 of 9th grade second semester that I had the privilege of reserving myself to what I dovote most upon. As if fate has it way, I changed due to being admitted in Kemi honors. I wasn't prepared to lose my hopes, not just yet. So I assigned once in Marine Science online and shortly thereafter, was withdrawn by my teacher. With Fall coming, I happen to snatch a chance of  aice M. S. aice General paper, the uppermost popular of 10th grade English, is printed in ink, truth and dare. One of my friends, however distant, said that aice thinking skills helps your SAT and ACT. So, taking my journey to adrenaline heights, I requested that. God had mercy, my 2nd chances aflight, spirit rose, a moment of downfall morose... My mother is home, while I wonder when I'll cross over Nome. I wave my last, so that I might leave to mend other deeds.