9 days part two.

Today was not a good day for me. I was gloomy like the weather. First I wanted to finish deadlines so bad so I could edit, and then scolded by my teacher, I get into an argument with my friend, then turns to find out I'm not editing it, someone else is. I'm bitter-sweet about it, one side I'm happy it's off my chest, another thing to cross off. other half felt like I dumped a load on someone else, and it was project I actually took time doing the tedious work, so I could get to it. I still feel burden with newspaper and yearbook. So I was talking to Jon and Ramiscal after school. Talking about video... I remember entering this year with idea of just doing video, not even caring about yearbook. I didn't even care what the theme of the book was going to be. Newspaper, that was random, I didn't even plan on taking that class. I just wanted to do video. Some where in between I lost focus. Eyes full of tears, I'm still disoriented. I had an intervention with Jon and Ramiscal, thinking I'm mentally ill. Nice chit chat.My teachers, thank god they have been patient and understanding. Put up with everything I've given them. The car ride home, Ramiscal gave me a speech, the kind of speech a dad would give his kid. His speech, if i could sum it up is... the reason why i do this because i want you to learn and grow. Well I'm being kicked off. Peace.