...Yup. If you guessed "My day again", you were right. 8D

My day, again, was good. I've been staying positive (or at least my best) the past couple (or possibly several?) days, and I'm just... really happy, or at least content, I guess.

In Math, I had a resource appointment to go over my IEP (Individual Education Plan - it's a system for students with disabiltires, or learning difficulties, to go over what different methods would help you learn better. Eg. allow them to sit by a buddy, or allow laptop use within the classroom, photocopy notes, etc. It's a bit of an advantage. :3)

ANYWAY; so I went, sat down beside Ms. VanKessel, and she started going over it with me and making the odd accommodation here and there. She asked me if I wanted to change my career path, and I told her I had backup options - which were Web Design, so I could possibly work at home (incase I get married and possibly suddenly have a family to raise), and I also said I had a small desire that's growing inside me to be a child and youth worker. I looked at her, and said:

"To be honest, I want to be the mentor that I never really had... It's one thing to talk to somebody, like a counsellor, and get advice or help - but I find it's a totally seperate thing to go to somebody like that, and actually have them relate to what you're going through."

She agreed with me, a hundred percent. I figure that I might put the ongoing pain in my past, and even present, and even future to good use. I want to let others know that they aren't alone, even if they may feel like they are - and especially the world that I'm going to be sucked into in the future. I can't imagine how it is now, with kids (let alone my own, when the time comes) going through the same things. I want that "avoided", by all means possible. I don't them going through the same things.
So, all in all, a final note - experience is good. It helps us grow, makes us stronger. I can say that I'm glad that God put me through the things that he put me through, because without that, I wouldn't be the girl who learned that she had to rise above everything and truly value who she is. (Okay, I'll confess, I have the times where I actually don't. But you get what I mean.)

She asked me how my semester was going for me; and that was when I brought up how tough English was for me - and how my hand couldn't handle the amount of writing I was doing in that class. I asked if I could bring a laptop in, and they, even my teacher in that class, agreed. I also said to Ms. VanKessel that I dropped Academic, and went back to Applied (College) level. She said that she would talk to my teacher, and then I went back to Math.

Oh, not much to say about that period. Although, I notice Randy has gotten "worse". He has obtained an obnoxious habit of touching me, now. He was squeezing my right side as I was leaning over to zip up my backpack. (And I'm very ticklish, so it made me flinch and squirm a bit). He's highly entertained by my reactions to things. I don't even want to KNOW what's going to come next.

The bell rang, and I finally reached English - but I ran into Ms. VanKessel on my way there, and she told me she talked with my English teacher.

"I talked with Ms. Gudall."
"Oh?"
"She told me that she's actually surprised that you're an Applied student. She thought you were an Academic student."
"...Oh."
"She says that you're handing in work that's expected from an Academic student. She told me that you're doing great in this course, and everything you have handed in has been great."
"Oh. That's great!"

Then it just ended there. Had to get in class before the bell rang. I'm staying in Academic this year; and I would LIKE to continue on with it for the next two years... But I'd rather ace the Applied level rather than not really "enjoy" the Academic level. To be honest, I feel like a bit of a failure. I feel like I've let everyone down...

In History, we did some review for our test tomorrow. I'm sure I'll do fine. I'm not too worried.

In Computers, it's always a riot in there. We started a new unit (remember how we were working on Microsoft Excel?). Now we're working with Microsoft Word; which is a program that I've used practically my WHOLE life. XD
I was so hyper in that class (I always act like I'm on crack with my buds. It's awesome. XD). And at the end of class, I was talking about how I didn't want to turn 16. The bell rang, and I headed out, only to find Chase catching up with me.

"You know; being 16 isn't a difference from 15 at all."
"Yes it is! It's got a SIX in it!"
"Well, do you wanna be stuck in a LITTLE body forever?"

That was when he had to go to his bus, and I departed to my Grandmother's car. I'll be seeing her tomorrow, too.

I have a bit of English homework to do, which I will, of course. Gotta get a shower tonight, too - do a bit of History review as well.
Oh, and I've also got two new ideas for 'Did I Ever Tell You How Much I Loved You?'. I keep daydreaming about it. (Dun' worry, it's a cute idea. :3 Not a violent one. XD)

Oh, and it's also Eating Disorder Awareness Weak this weak... I might write something regarding that; you know, something to dedicate to all those who have struggled, died, or are struggling with an eating disorder. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. It all depends.

Have a good day, peoples! 8D