Cough. Hack. Gag. That's the order of things.

My worthy flute adversary is sitting in front of me and playing. It's still 10 minutes before class begins. She's a prep, and a popular prep at that. Why isn't she with her friends? Only losers with no friends to chill with do that.

Laney is in here. He's playing with the mallet percussion. He's so easy to amuse. That's why he's so attractive.

I never thought that I'd ever be excited about Farewell Freshmen. I found myself swapping gossip with other girls, asking who's going with who, what their dress is like, how their hair is going to be worn.... I've emerged from my cocoon as a social butterfly. Am I really a chick? Is it possible after all this time acting like a guy, I still have all the feminine feelings and anatomy?

When I told Justine I was going, she went balistic. A good balistic, but it was just a little creepy.

"What made you change your mind?!" She asked.

"I was asked. I said I would go if I got a date." I said.

Tavis must be changing his route from class to class, because I'm not, and I'm seeing him several times a day in the hallway.

I'm wearing my shoes. I'm determined to not sprain my ankles on Farewell night!!