Dearest Darling Readers,

Greetings from my BC Calculus classroom. Although this may seem like an inappropriate time to post, the only work we have post-AP is a project. Cunningham and I are working (term used lightly) on a beautiful and wonderful presentation on fractals, that I am sure many people will fawn over as soon as we present. Right. Well, I am making this post out of grand duress. Book can be slightly intiminating when she wants something done. Alas, to avoid her wrath, I am taking time out of working on my magnificent project to discuss a few things with you.

First, as the previous two posts have noted, prom has come and gone in this bubble of a town. I, again as has been stated, swapped prom dates during the night of elegant(*cough*)dancing and exquisite food. Of course, I picked the larger half of the wishbone, and had the fabulous Jane, looking striking in her gorgeous blue dress (which I will definitely be stealing *cough* *borrowing* at some point in the near future) as my new date. So after a night on the large (*cramped*) dancefloor dancing to fantastic (*so-so*) music, we disembarked and returned via *white* limo to Tea's house. The subsequent details I am a bit hazy on-- though I largely suspect that the obscurity is due to my falling asleep as soon as I crawled into my sleeping bag. Well, that is all I have to say--no fireworks, but still a memorable night.

Now, I have a more pressing bit of information to share. Just last period, I almost lost my life. Or use of certain limbs. Let me explain. It was APUS History, and my teacher, let's call him The Bruce, is an avid Star Wars fan. However, the famous May the Fourth occured during AP week-- not the time for celebration. Instead, my class had a May the Fourth party on May the Twenty-fifth. Of course, this included The Bruce bringing in his two lightsabers and proposing a tournament among the students. I was paired with Alexa, the person I sit next to, and who The Bruce deemed the Harry Potter fanatics (we talk about Quidditch all the time in that class). I immediately felt a tad uneasy-- if any of you have seen Alexa play Quidditch, you would know what I mean. Let's just say that the battle wasn't pretty, although I was at first named the winner, only to be refused that position after some protest (largely by myself). Now, somehow, my finger is strangely swollen, and I lost a shoe somewhere along the way. Other casualties are one red balloon and some Tositos chips. All in all, *not* going back there again.

Alas, that is all that I have to say for the moment. I hope this satiates dear Book, however I have a few doubts... regardless, I shall sign off and commence my Calculus project.

Valete,
Geek