I rarely see Tavis at school. It’s weird that I saw him four times today.

I got my midterms last week. My lowest was in my Honors class, which was and 88%, a mere 2% from and A-. Why can’t I pull these grades out of my ass when report cards come out?

I was talking to Zavy at lunch today. We both didn’t have dates for Farewell Freshmen, so…I guess you could say he asked me. When I got home, I ran to my room and tried on a prom dress that I wore to DJ a prom two years ago. I was shocked that it still fits. I called my mom and she tried not to cry.

We went to Sears and got shoes (that add about 3 inches to my height). They’re pretty cute, and I’m almost sure that I won’t sprain my ankle in them.

My mom bought me make-up, my shoes, and is going to pay for my ticket. She asked me if I was supposed to get Zavy a bootiner. It’s a male corsage. On prom night, girls are given corsages from their men, and the girls give their men bootiners.

“It’s not prom, mom.” I said.

“I know. I just don’t want you to feel out of place.” She said.

“Mom! We’re going as friends, and it’s still not prom.” I whined.

I can’t wait to tell Justine (she’s been trying to get me to go to Farewell for the past two months) that I’m going. I’ll get to see our handywork. I’m on decorations committee. I get to skip most of the day on Thursday to set up the cafeteria and gym. Aren’t I lucky? Damn straight I am.

I can’t focus. I’ll write later.