It didn’t surprise me that all Monday and mornings of Tuesday long, people ditched classes like crazy. Either they were very wasted from nights of 3-day weekend partying, wasted from homework, or just plain wasted from resting too much (which is, contrary, possible ;)). Whatever the reason was, not many people showed up to my classes, this upset me a lot, me being an uber preppy and always wanting the best for his school. But I guess it isn’t really my concern or problem.

And today in tennis my forehands sucked hard, half of them going high and long, some of them going fast, low, and into the net, so don’t ask how I did. The backhand is looking nice, having switched recently to a one-handed backhand from a two-handed. I’m on roughly my 3rd day of practicing it, and I’m getting comfortable with forcing topspin on it. So it’s looking good.

They say the years in high school are the best in your life, but over where I go, I sometimes start to doubt that. Over where I go, they don’t offer nearly as close the fun and good memories that a real high school should have (philosophers, shut the hell up and don’t say “and WHAT is a real high school?”, because I will shank you square in the stomach, yeaaah!). So, sometimes, I feel like I’m missing out, and you can only go through high school once, so I’m shafted and left wondering about the unknowing “what if I went to a better, more lively, high school,” because frankly, I will never find out and always be left wondering for the rest of my life.