I'm doing Senior Project. The equation that made me realize to do it went something like this:
Torturing myself through a pointless last term < doing something I'd actually want to do
I wanted to do something with psychology. I'm going to help out my aunt with her day care, so I can write something on child development. The kids' ages range from 2 months to 4 years. The only snag is that my AP English teacher is requiring us to come in 2 days a week, so I'm going to have to commute from Scituate (south shore) home every Thursday and go back on Monday night, so's I can go to school on Friday and Monday.
I was looking at my parents' wedding album. They were so cute in their early 20's, and yet so ugly in the 1970's. My dad wore a white suit and a moustache, gag, all the bridesmaids had big floppy hats, and the best men, long or afro hair.
Not much else to say, except that I love how the weather currently is deluding itself into thinking its spring. I love this 50 degree weather!