So tired. I can't believe I'm failing two classes and have two C's. TWO F's, TWO C's, and ONE A. This has never happened to me before. Senioritis has hit hard. I am going down.... I don't even know WHY I'm failing my french class, except that I think I didn't make up one oral quiz or some such shit, but agh.... I need to do well, because otherwise Sweet Briar will take back their money and everything, which... would suck. So I have to get good grades. A B in Biology, at least. As long as I have a C in French, I care not, but my Stats and my Euro grades need to go up. I'm floundering here. I smoked in the car on the way home from school today, with my sister in the car. It was the first time she'd ever seen me smoke. I think she handled it pretty well. On the other hand, I had the cigarette almost to my mouth when I turned the corner and saw my mom in the car with Ms. Morris turning past me. Scary. She got home and was like, "so it was you I saw this afternoon." I almost had a panic attack. But she just got onto me about taking the corner to quickly. Hallelujah.