Wow can I do it?

It seems that keeping this day to day thing is harder then I originally thought it would be. I seem to be having a hard time of meeting my deadline at ten each night. And as such I don't have much to write about, I am uninspired.

Well let us see what is in the old brain shall we. ... Oh I have to start thinking about the research paper for English tomorrow. Well that isn't fair, calling it only an English paper, it also counts as part of my graduation project.

For those of you who do not know what a graduation project is, it is a project that will allow you understand more about who you are and how you have grown in your four years in the wooden confines of a desk. The only downside to it is that if you fail the overall thing, boom, no graduation. At least I can see the positive in it. The amount of time that one is required to put into such a project is astronomical, compared to comparable projects thought your high school career. But just as the mantra of many teachers state, "It helps prepare you for college." Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but if that is its main point why do career prep students required to do it? For the same reason listed above, it helps you discover yourself.

On top of this paper I also have pre-calculus homework, physics, and a PowerPoint for JROTC that I volunteered to do. Pre- calculus isn't hard, it is just that I have a tendency to not want to do my work, a trait I have been told that will bite me in the but. The same thing with physics. The JROTC one is another story, I am actually looking forward to doing it. It is on Eddie Slovik, for those of you who do not know who he is, he was the only american executed for cowerdice in World War Two.

On top of this work we recently got progress reports, oh dread. I have bad grades in most of my classes. This only happens because I "don't apply myself." Which isn't true, mostly, I just don't like turning in late work. To me it is against the principle of the thing. I know that a thirty is still better than a zero, but oh well.

So I am about done. One last thing and that is oneword:

The vultures circled over head.
"They can tell you are close to death,"I said. "It won't be long till they have you."

I would have really liked for this to turn out better, such promise. OH well, sorry to disappoint

It is all over now.

Farewell,

Tony Valentine