Echoing Footsteps

Drawn to the Loadstone Rock

Today in English it did not go too well. Mrs. Bottorff shot Isabel and I down. She says that we are both going to fail. With no other options left I told Mrs. Bottorff everything. She says that she had to put too much pressure on me to get what happened out of me so she does not know if she is going to cut me a break yet. If we both get no credit for the paper I will have a C+ and Isabel will have a B-. This is not over yet. The echoing foosteps are marching onward to victory. Both of our mothers are having a conference with Mrs. Bottorff, Mr. Caldrone, and Ms. Nash tomorrow at 0800. I do not want to be in that room. Actually Isabel and I have elected not to be in the room tomorrow. If they want us, they know where we will be.

Pogo is back up and running. Again, I thank all of you for your support during this tough time for me. I am back with a vengence to kick some Euchre ass. Catch me in a Pogo Euchre room near you. Fucking bastards! I'll beatcha all!

Prom has brought up some interesting thoughts. Carpe diem.

That's all for tonight.

Preston