All that I know is I'm breathing . . .

But all that I know is I'm breathing.
All I can do is keep breathing.
All we can do is keep breathing now.

                         Keep Breathing, Ingrid Michaelson

They need to invent a new word for the stress and busy-ness that I am enduring this week. Oh yeah, it’s called SENIOR YEAR! Whoever said senior year’s a breeze obviously took part in NO: AP courses, after school activities, or job. I’m drowning. But there is hope on the horizon. Most of this pent up stress has culminated due to the end of the quarter this week (last minute essays, QAs, papers, yadda yadda yadda) and relief will come in just two more days (Can’t count Friday-it’s Senior Skip Day and after I take my Calc QA first block, I plan to skip right on out to my car!) when we are blessed with a FOUR DAY WEEKEND!

It seems that just when they know we will be at our brink, the good ole’ people at the top decide to give us a break. Too bad Mom didn’t get the memo—she’s scheduled two college tours this weekend.( Okay, I can’t really complain about that—it means two new sweatshirts and lots of new pens!) And, a treat for myself—a new camera lens! More on that later, after:

• the Biology packet
• the Biology lab
• the Biology QA
• the English paper
• the Calc worksheet
• the Calc QA
• the 5 Government essays (tomorrow is going to feature an all night-er!)
• the Yearbook journal

Update: Please pray (not for me, well you could for me) for my grandfather!