Continuation

So this Michael person wants to meet with my mom and dad later this week. He's really more of a family counselor rather than an "individual" counselor, you know what I mean? I like that. This should work out.

I just got back from Las Po. It's a very nice campus. Tomorrow I am going to drive out there on my own to deliver my high school transcripts. They want those.

I have high hopes for my future there. I do NOT want to be disappointed.

Anyway, the Newb really ticked me off today. We were working out a projectile motion problem. Apparently this baseball player back in the thirties thought it would be cool to see if he could catch a baseball dropped from a blimp 260 meters in the air. Yeah. Well, he caught the ball, but he also broke his jaw and lost a couple of teeth. So this problem was to figure out how fast the ball was traveling. It turned out to be 160 mph.

Then the Newb asked what pitchers today can throw 100 miles per hour. This boy behind me said Randy Johnson, the Big Unit. Well, he used to throw that fast, but the Newb acknowledged that. Then I said Joba Chamberlain. But the Newb must not have heard me. This other boy said Tim Wakefield. He also is has been, but the Newb said "Oh yeah, Wakefield!" Ok, Joba is throwing 100 right now. So I said loudly JOBA CHAMBERLAIN!!?! The Newb did not acknowledge me. .... it is so strange because when I walked into class at the beginning of the period, he's like, "hey Gracie, how are you?" .... so why, Newb? Why didn't you "hear" me?

Whatever. I don't care.

I am so tired today. But I have a three day weekend coming up. Yay!