From Baccalaureate (before I dropped my pen)

Other people crying while speaking = me starting to tear up

Other people trying not to cry while speaking = me actually crying in my seat in the new auditorium


If high school was supposed to be the best years of my life, then these next two years at Truman will have to suck worse than stats class to make up the difference.

I actually stopped listening to the main guest speaker's message and instead focused on his dialect from a [oh, it's coming] linguistic point of view. I pulled out my vowel phonetics sheet and everything. (His accent affected his lax vowels, a statement that will probably make sense to all of two people reading my blog, and that includes me.)