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Well, yesterday I went back to school from break (it actually turned out semi-productive). School generally makes me feel icky (ewww I actually loathe this word), but this time for some reason I was excited to go back. This doesn't really have anything to do with my break. It was actually really awesome. I think it may have just been going back to my routine after not having a real plan for the last two and an half weeks.

I also have an opportunity I've never really seized this semester. I didn't do so hot on some of my exams. Even though I ended up with decent semester grades, I knew I could do better. I get really lazy sometimes, and I had a lag in November and December. Now I have the opportunity and incentive to do better.

I have a lot of fears about school, including the fear of whether or not I'll get into college. This totally comes into play here, but I think hard work is something to be learned and then you will value it for the rest of your life. So I'm taking steps. I want to break my routine of laziness and start doing homework on time, studying diligently, and organizing my time better (easier thanks to my Mickey Mouse calendar).

So, that was probably really boring.  But I'm excited! And I think I'm going to have a good semester. I'm going to some really cool places this semester and hopefully am going to do some really great things with really great people. If you are still in school, I hope it's going well! If you don't, I hope whatever you are doing now has a pleasant spot.

Instead of music this time, I'm going to post a video that I watch when I'm sad. It's happy, fun, and revolutionary. It also makes me a tinge nostalgic. IT'S STEAMBOAT WILLIE!!!!!!

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