Supremacía

Today was the JCL regional at Leon High School. So all of the cool non-Latin kids didn't go, like me. I pretty much sat and did homework all day, and occasionally played some piano and my forearms felt ripped after doing so.
Interims were moved a few weeks earlier so they wouldn't intervene with FCAT Writing, or something ridiculous like that. Walking into Chem every school day, all I can really think about is, "Oh yeah, I'm going to be doing this next year, too." That is, I'm going to be walking into that classroom next year.
Ketan and I have been slightly bitter lately. In addition to Ryan and perhaps a few other people, we wanted to join JCL but the sponsors said that we couldn't join because we weren't taking Latin. It might be traitorous to want to join the club, but it sounded like such a good idea at the beginning of the school year. Of course, Ketan has an ulterior motive, which can be translated into "distracting Vicky and himself throughout the competition so they both fail." Actually, that is precisely what they managed to do at the Lee County Invitational.
My brother is going to be in the Howard Wilson piano competition next Saturday when the MAO people are at Okaloosa Walton College for the MAO regional. It would be nice to know who's on the Pre-Calc teams at this point, but apparently we bombed the last one so badly that Freed is at lost with what to do to us.
My life is sprinkled happily with entirely Spanish conversations. Es beatitud.