I got an A+ on my history essay, which is quite an accomplishment in AP history, which made me pretty happy.

I think the new anxiety meds are working because I don't feel nearly as stressed out or anxious about anything as I did even last week. Today my friends were freaking out about this grammar test we had (turned out to be easy, for me anyway, although I seem to be good at grammar), and I just wasn't concerned at all. None of that last minute panicky cramming. I knew I'd studied, and I wasn't worried. That's very uncharacteristic of me.

So this new calmness can be good and bad. I seem to have adopted the attitude that I'll always do well on tests, which is probably going to be shattered as soon as we get our AP history tests (which didn't go well) back. I have a feeling my essays are going to help keep my A afloat in that class.

Ah, school. I would love it so much if it didn't take so much time.

QUESTION OF THE DAY: should I ask Josh (the boy I went to coffee with) to the homecoming dance? He asked me to the homecoming game, but he can't ask me to the dance, since it's at my school... hmm... deliberation...

To be or not to be...
(people say that all the time about silly things. It wasn't until like seventh grade that I found out that was about suicide. I don't take it as lightly now).