I put forth my best effort.

It all came down to this last week. I had to work hard and get all my assignments in, which I did. The only things I havn't done, which I had planned to do this week, were make up a test, and write down about 20 journal entries. It's not that much, and I'm able to do it. My counselor called my mom today, and flat out told her that I can't graduate. I did all this work, and quit my job for nothing. I've figured oh well, life goes on. "I'll live in a dark hole for now, but I'll get through it somehow."

I could take summer school, but I'd rather not. I don't care what my counselor says, I'm graduating. Whether I have to threaten him to change my grades (joke of course), or I have to have some sort of sit down with my teachers, my mom, and my counselor. Now, I personally think that my counselor hasn't spoken to any of my teachers in a couple weeks, so I don't think he has any idea what's going on. I've got SEVEN days left in school, that's it. And I'll be damned if I can't enjoy them.

So, I've put forth my best effort, and I'll continue to do so, until I can proove them wrong.

Look out world, here I come!